Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The world coordinates can be roughly divided into two categories in the summary of the angels.

Just like a coordinate system in mathematics, a cross classifies countless different worlds.

Above is the normal world. There may be wars, but there will never be wars for years and months. 'The moral level is also relatively normal', these are the original words of the angels.

And below, is the kind of crazy world where everyone wants to kill each other, it may be born, or it may be the day after tomorrow. There is also no shortage of things that originally ran from the top to the bottom, or the bottom ran to the top.

On the left is a world where magic is more common.

On the right, is the world using technology.

They rely on this system to classify and summarize the world, but this also means that there must be a world that is the center of the coordinate axis. Although He Shenyan always felt that such a general classification should not be used, he did not know anything about this aspect, and he also thought that if he did not understand a certain aspect at all, it would be better to listen to the advice of experienced people.

Although their 'suggestion' method is rather special, and they are not given voluntarily, they still brought him some help, and for this, he will thank them.

Among the long crossing methods of the angels, there is one that is most suitable for single use. Although it is somewhat risky, it is still very safe compared to his method.

He did what he said, as he said in the method, mobilized magic power to gather on his right hand, his body slowly flew up, and he slowly roamed in the starry sky. Until he came to the border of the galaxy, this was the weakest point closest to him. He slowly attached the magic power, feeling the vibration of the world's barriers wholeheartedly. It took three full days before he got a clue.

It was a wonderful and indescribable rhythm. He didn't dare to be careless, and immediately put his body and mind into it. At this moment, he actually slowly passed through the barriers of the world.

Coming to that strange sea of ​​stars again, one after another universes surrounded by glass-like substances flickered around him. This was a completely different experience, and it made people feel their own insignificance. He Shenyan didn't have the heart to observe those strange worlds. At present, he can't directly go to the world he wants to go, so he has to try his best to maintain his own vibration, the same range as the world barrier, so that he will not be directly watched by the gods outside the realm.

He Shenyan, like last time, once again had the awareness of moving forward in his mind, and an inexplicable thrust pushed him to swim among these glass balls. After a while, he felt that he might not be able to sustain it any longer, so he found the nearest one and drilled in. He named the world he had just visited Hogwarts, but he didn't know the coordinate system either, so he couldn't confirm it. But there shouldn't be any big problems with the methods of those angels, and this world should be considered a normal world.

Anyway, no matter how bad it is, it won't be too bad.

In that familiar attraction, he once again saw the scene in front of him passing by quickly. He Shenyan recovered from the sense of weightlessness and stood in a lush jungle with a very pure smile on his face.

He felt a very strong magical aura.

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A gray-haired old man was leaning on his desk, holding a quill pen, dipped in some ink, and focused on writing something.

"...1233 has just passed, and I still haven't seen a reliable witcher. Most of them look deadpan, but I know they're not as indifferent as they appear. But it's worth finding one worthwhile. It's so hard to trust people, and I can't find a mage. God knows what those guys will do to her. If there's a god, please bless me. I'm too old to be able to carry this secret with me at any time. into the grave."

"But this secret is definitely not worth sleeping underground with me, she has to be taken care of, I'm too old, too old..."

After the old man finished writing this, he rubbed his eyes wearily. As he said, he was really too old. So old that he became the longest living person in the village, so old that he sent off his son, so old that he could not remember how long he had lived.

He picked up the pen and continued to write.

"...I never imagined that an adventure 50 years ago would have given me such a long life, but the longer I live, the more I feel that a long life is not a blessing, but a curse. Over the years, I have seen I went with my Ana Taszia. Watching my little John grow into a big lad, watch him join the army and die. I'm tired, I desperately want a long sleep. But I can't yet. "

"I have to fulfill that promise, that promise, that secret... She has to be entrusted to someone who can be trusted. I have to fulfill it."

He put down the pen and closed the thick book with wrinkled hands. The quill was thrown aside by him. Old Samuel Vito, a respected elder in the village, sat wearily in his chair, looking out at the garden outside his window. UU reading www.uukanshu.com thought back to when Anna Tascia was still alive, oh, his Anna.

He still remembered that Anna left ten years ago. Very suddenly, it was just a peaceful sleep, and when he woke up the next day, he found that Anna's life had left her body. Samuel wasn't too sad at the time, but after she was buried, sadness followed. Those who lost her, in the past days, he missed her every minute. The dead are gone, and the memories left will fill the place where they lived together. This used to be the secret of happiness, but now it has become a harmful arsenic.

And Samuel drank the arsenic willingly.

He didn't leave, and he didn't collapse like some people feared. The old man just lives alone, and he still has a detached status in the village. As the eldest, the birth of a newborn will invite him, the union of the young will invite him, and the death of an old man will still invite him. The small village in this borderland seems to be isolated from the war. For many years, only his son who was sent to the city has joined the army, and most of the others are farmers. They are stupid and simple, and they may be paranoid because they can't see the moon in the sky one night, worry about the punishment of the gods, and worry about the poor harvest in their fields.

At this point, Seymour's role came into play. He lived so long that everyone in the village thought he was favored by God. So all he had to do was smile comfortingly and pat them on the shoulder to quiet these idiots and go back to their days.

He is even a barefoot doctor. After a long life, people will know many ways to treat diseases. When any child has a high fever, they will go to him. He also knew quite a few ways to set traps to hunt. It can be said that most of this long life has given him benefits.

But he still looked forward to death.