Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Albert had never hated his reticence so much. He used to be known as the representative of the loyalty of the knights because of this virtue, but now he prefers to be a glib.

God obviously came to ask sin, although he didn't know where this mighty God came from or what his identity was. But that power cannot be faked. If he finds out that the prince is really deliberately disobeying his mission...

Albert gripped the axe tightly.

"My lord, the prince is just—"

"—Okay, you don't need to say more. Go back, go back to your prince." The mage said to him calmly, and he himself stepped over the lion knight and walked down the steps.

"But I—!" Albert was speechless as he watched the mage leave. He suddenly felt ridiculous for a while. God loves the world, and it really wasn't just talking about it. Even if the prince disobeyed them to such a degree, he still did not hand down punishment...

Albert knelt down on one knee again and made a devout salute to the place where the mage left.

He Shenyan could feel that there was a crazy soul hidden in the darkness below the stairs, the animal nature buried his reason, and even made the mage looking at his soul feel a little disgusted. But this thing kept wailing wildly, as if it was calling someone.

He stepped into the gate, and a knight with four limbs twisted like a beast was lying on the ground. He was huge, holding a giant hammer that was constantly emitting cold air. Seeing the arrival of the mage, he did not attack, but kept whimpering from his throat, as if asking for something.

He Shenyan shook his head, he could see at a glance what the knight had gone through.

The inferior soul transformation method was reflected in the body, making him inhuman and ghostly, not to mention whether it was voluntary or not. This method will definitely cause the subject to suffer great pain. And will fall into complete madness.

"What do you want to say?"

The knight didn't speak, no, he probably wanted to answer. But the alienated body has lost its qualifications as a human being, and even the qualifications for dialogue have also been lost.

He Shenyan stretched out a hand and pressed it on his icy armor, and the magic power poured into the knight's soul with his mind. The mage closed his eyes and used an exaggerated technique that could be called a miracle to change the distorted soul back to its original form out of thin air.

He opened his eyes, a man who had been shrunk many times but still looked very tall coughed, he took off his helmet and threw it aside, blood spilled from his lips and teeth, he forced himself to kneel on one knee and said intermittently, "Thank you... .Thank you, my lord. But I'm not worth it for my humble betrayer."

"You, have you seen her?"

"Who?"

The knight was stunned, and a wry smile appeared on his pale face: "Really? Even as a god, you don't recognize her..."

"Cough—!" He coughed again, as if to cough out all the air in his lungs, and the knight said with difficulty: "Salivan, that little man...he betrayed his promise and still attacked her, Turned her into a monster like me. Although I swore my loyalty to him, I turned my back on you and other gods. But Sullivan..."

Speaking of which, he seemed to remember something, and hope burst out in his eyes: "Is it too late...? No, it is too late!"

"My lord, Illusher, in Illusher! Sullivan put the man-eating monster into the Holy Land... But, you can save it all!"

The mage looked into the knight's eyes, and the mystery of the place was one after the other. So much that he was starting to enjoy it a little, reminding him of how he used to play Scrabble.

"Ilusil?"

This time it was the knight's turn to be confused: "Don't you know? But you are a god!"

"I never said I was a god, knight. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet."

"...Boldo of the Cold Valley, my lord. I am one of Sullivan's knights." There was a wry smile on his face, as if thinking of this name could only bring him deep shame and shame. Nothing can be done.

The mage glanced at him and introduced himself: "He Shenyan, a mage, that's all. I'm not a god, I'm just a scholar who came to you out of interest."

"Are you from the East?"

"You can understand that."

The man suddenly fell to the ground, he seemed to be unable to stand, his face was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Big, my lord, I beg you, beg you to save her, save Irushi..."

He disappeared before he could finish his words, leaving behind a mass of white souls floating in place.

The mage picked it up, which was convenient for him, and directly read the memory of the knight.

From that memory, the mage felt deep sadness and helplessness. The heavy love was like some kind of secret that could never be told. It overwhelmed the knight's shoulders, and even made him willing to betray his beliefs, even at the cost of turning into a beast.

Pope, Shalivan?

And the figure in his memory...

The dancer of the cold valley?

The mage thinks that he has seen too many tragic stories, so he will not easily feel pity. But...the truth always backfires again and again.

He held up the soul that belonged to Boldo in his hand, as if he was calling someone. After a while, the door of this hall automatically closed without wind, making a slamming sound.

The mage looked up, and a blue shadow slowly appeared on the beam of the house. She was beautiful, but she was twisted and out of shape, holding two machetes in her hands. A handful exudes frost~www.novelmt.com~ a burning flame. With a beautiful tulle on her head, it forms a long trail behind her.

Beautiful and unreal.

The dancer slowly descended along the beam of the house. Even though she no longer looked human, her movements still carried the charm and beauty of dance. Even the monster-like movement of climbing down the beam seemed a bit aesthetic.

She was lying in front of the mage, just like Boldo before. The mage handed her the soul of Bordo.

The dancer awkwardly stretched out her hands, which were no longer flexible due to the twisted limbs, and carefully held his soul. He hugged his chest and shook his body gently, but made no sound.

He Shenyan watched this scene, he didn't say much, just snapped his fingers.

The dancer suddenly covered her head, and she let out a scream. After a brief misery, reason returned. Sullivan's rough method was expelled again by the mage, and the dancer who returned to normal stood there. At this time, she really looked like the dancer who could dance for the gods in Bordo's memory.

It's a pity that the person who once watched her dance the most times has passed away.