Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The mage was prepared to be scolded by Gwendline, but beyond his expectations, even though he asked this question that should be extremely offensive to her, Gwendline remained calm.

She even seemed a little disinterested: "Qing asked a good question, but I can't give an answer."

She stretched out her hands and placed them on the ancient stone railings, Bai Chu's slender hands seemed to be able to see the blood vessels under them through the skin: "The flames can continue to this day, except that my father Gwen stepped into the initial furnace and used himself as the In addition to the firewood, there are thousands of heroes who follow. It is not only the hope that this world can continue to exist in the flames..."

"And the proof that they once existed. Those ancient heroes, the legends of the past... Wouldn't it be a pity to let the flames go out? What's more, the deep-sea age that the cannibals said would be better than now. ?"

"But what's the price?"

Gravindlin's hands suddenly clenched the railing, and the blue veins burst: "Yes, this is the problem. The cost of continuing the flame is too high, and the time it needs firewood is starting to get shorter and shorter. Besides, Now I can't find a few powerful beings who are qualified as fuel wood. If this continues, I will follow my father's example and follow him into the initial furnace."

What a desperate world.

He Shenyan thought about it, and after touching Bordeaux's memory, he learned the truth about the spread of fire and the continuation of the world. The history of this world is too heavy, and countless people have sacrificed their lives, memories, and even souls. Not to mention the question of whether it is worth it, he is not qualified to comment on this.

As far as their determination and actions for this purpose are concerned, the Master believes that this alone can only be admired.

The mage leaned casually against the railing. He was much shorter than Gwendline, so he rested half of his body on the railing. Looking at the scenery below, the cold air blowing over his skin, the mage said, "Have you considered other solutions?"

Gwendelyn smiled bitterly, with shallow dimples appearing at the corners of her mouth: "We live by flames, what can we do? Is it possible to emulate that man-eating monster, devour each other, hide in the dark and wait for it to happen forever? The deep sea era that will not come?"

He Shenyan smiled noncommittally. He did have other ideas in his mind, but now is not the time to raise them. There are still some doubts about the truth about the flame and the spread of fire, not to mention, how did the undead come to be? These questions raised his curiosity and scratched within him.

But the mage didn't ask Gwendrin, he knew very well. It is impossible for such a last-generation monarch of gods to freely tell an outsider the secrets of his family's rule. If he wants to know this, he can only start from other places.

"Then, I'll leave first," the mage said to Gwendelyn.

"Really? Qing also thinks it's a responsibility..." Gwendelyn didn't say much, she smiled relievedly, her hands condensed with brilliance, and her face suddenly became serious.

"However, as the shadowy sun, I can't do it without rewarding heroes like Qing."

The brilliance in her hand gradually condensed into a short staff, all white, with two entangled snakes at the top, one white and the other black, with golden brilliance shining in the snake's eyes.

Gwendelyn held out the short staff: "Although I cover my face with things, I can see that you are fighting with wisdom and knowledge. This short staff can help you."

He Shenyan's face is a little weird, wise and knowledgeable? No, no, no...he was basically crushed by strength all the way.

But to be honest, it's not wrong.

She didn't reject her kindness any more, and if she refused any more, it would be to slap Gwendelin in the face. He reached for it and bowed gracefully. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll put it to good use."

After straightening up, the serious appearance just now seemed to have never appeared. He returned to his indifferent attitude, and waved goodbye to Gwendelyn.

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Fire shrine.

The mage walked in slowly with a short staff in his hand. To his surprise, it wasn't long before he came here last time, but the brazier had already been lit. A spiral sword entwined with flame power was inserted into the brazier. There was obviously nothing that could be used as a burning material, but the flame was ignited just like that.

The fire-proof girl's voice came from the side: "It's you, the traveller."

He turned his head and saw that the fire-proof girl was sitting beside the brazier without worrying about the thick dust on the ground. She looked very comfortable. On the other side of the circling stairs, sat a dejected man, quite unimpressed by the arrival of the mage.

When he first came before, the dark passage that the fire-proof girl walked out has also been lit by candles, and the sound of hammering iron came from inside.

"Oh, hello, Fire Girl. Is it okay to call you that?"

The fire girl covered her mouth and snickered: "I'm not that kind of person who insists on etiquette, Lord Traveler. It's you, why did you turn back?"

"As I said," the wizard shrugged, "I just like to hang around and don't care about me. Wait..."

His eyes moved to the other end of the stairs, where there was a rather inconspicuous little corner where a woman in black sat. Despite the change of attire, her face mage still remembers.

"The dancer of Leng Ligu?"

Awakened by this title, the dancer raised her head and smiled: "...Ah, it's you."

"Why are you here?"

"I met a fireless ash who was... a little strange, but a good man. He made me come here."

"Oh? Would you mind telling me what kind of man he was?"

The fire girl stood up~www.novelmt.com~ She suddenly interjected: "Lord Traveler, don't blame me for talking too much. But, can I know why you are asking about this?"

"It's just a scholar's curiosity. You can tell by looking at my attire, right?"

"I'm blind, Lord Traveler."

The mage chuckled lightly: "You seem very nervous about that ash, don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards him."

The fire girl looked at him, wondering what she was thinking. After a while, she sat back silently.

The mage walked to the dancer, holding a crystal ball in her arms, which was the soul of Boldo. It was covered with frost and little snow, and his soul flew up and down in it.

Noticing the Master's gaze, the dancer smiled, still sad, but at least not as sad as before: "This is the most common weather in Lenglie Valley, I think he will like it."

"What do you want to know?" she asked proactively.