Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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Forget it, she's not a human at the moment.

This huge white wolf was lying lazily on the first floor of the Mage Tower. The ceiling above her head was originally used to observe the starry sky, but now it has been adjusted to natural light mode. The warm sun shone on her soft fur, making Feng narrow her eyes comfortably.

Sunbathing is a good pastime.

The enjoyment of the wind continued until He Shenyan opened the door.

Her ears twitched and she stood up immediately. The tail swept to and fro on the ground at an extremely fast speed, overturning the desk behind her.

The poor table was about to hit the wall and turned into useless debris, but it was wrapped in a magic power in mid-air, and several heavy books about magic reactions that were thrown on the ground also floated up. back to their place on the bookshelf.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The mage smiled gently at her, and the wind jumped up in the next second, jumping near him. He kept circling around him, sniffing the scent on his body, and making a grievance rumbling from his throat.

He Shenyan's calf bones swept away by her tail were numb, and this stupid wolf still doesn't know how tyrannical his physical strength is. The mage thought with a toothache, it's up to me...

He reluctantly hugged Feng Feng's huge head and rubbed it for a while, not even letting go of his ears.

The wind was very comfortable to be rubbed by him, but she was very dissatisfied with the dog-like rhetoric-although she actually didn't know what a dog was. So, she chose to lower her head and hit He Shenyan's waist with her head, so that he could rub her neck and take the opportunity to retaliate against him.

The impact lasted for a period of time, and the continuous muffled sound, if anyone who didn't know it, might think it was a siege pile hitting the heavy gate of the city wall.

Until a burst of blue light flashed, some kind of breaking sound sounded. Feng stopped stiffly, she instinctively felt that something was wrong. When he raised his head, he saw He Shenyan with an expressionless face.

"You just smashed a constant protective magic circle on my body..." he said quietly, and stacked a few physical resistance shields on himself. "Don't do this to other people in the future. I can stand it. Ordinary people are still alive if you swipe their tail or hit their head with you?"

Feng woo hoo three times, her meaning is very simple - I haven't been out of the mage tower for half a year!

"I don't think you have any reluctance. You have discovered the natural light mode I set without a teacher."

He Shenyan shrugged, pointed to the soft sunlight simulated above his head, and then went straight upstairs. The narrow stairs began to be wide enough to even allow the wind to run on them. While jumping up and down happily in front of her, she did not forget to explain to him the changes these days.

"Oh? Shen came three times... for what? Bringing food? He's afraid you'll starve to death? Tsk, you won't eat it all, will you?"

"Jie took that flower shop girl around the world? Good boy, I'll go to him to take the exam in a few days. If he doesn't pass, I'll take him back in front of his girlfriend to study for the night."

"Residents come regularly to deliver flowers...? What are they delivering flowers for? And I didn't see any flowers at the door."

He walked all the way to the top floor, and before he opened the door of his room, the whine of the wind made him make an indescribable expression.

"Why did you eat the flowers... are you so hungry?"

He Shenyan turned around in disbelief, looked at the wolf who knew he was right and turned his back on him, and said angrily, "I was wrong, you are not like a dog, you are like a pig!"

Feng knew that he was wrong, but he felt that he was insulting himself by saying that he was like a pig. So she decided to keep whining behind the mage who entered the door.

He Shenyan was also happy for her to go, and what he experienced in that dark and desperate universe did make him feel a little tired. In this mage tower, in front of the wind, he can indeed relax a little.

Pushing the door open, he sighed slightly at the familiar sight.

The fire was burning, the warm light and the little crackling were instinctively reassuring. Two armchairs and a round table full of books were placed near the fire, and an intricately patterned rug filled the room. The scent of books spread in his nostrils.

He Shenyan took a deep breath and entered slowly. Feng no longer played tricks, but quietly followed behind him. The mage walked all the way to the armchair on the left and sat down with relief. All the bones in his body seemed to be pulled out, and the whole person sank deeply into the chair.

The wind silently lay beside him, so that his downed right hand could stroke his head freely. He Shenyan squinted and leaned back on the chair, unwilling to think about anything.

All he wants now is a moment of silence.

There are many experiences in the eyes of the black-robed mage, Hogwarts, Kyle Morhan, Gotham... bits and pieces on the Vengeance. He began to understand why the Emperor was so obsessed with a peaceful world, a world where even the war-torn witchers were a paradise compared to the dark and disorderly galaxy.

At least their civilians don't have to be seen as consumables, dying in the hundreds of millions in a sudden war. Or he has been working repeatedly in the factory all his life, and his lifespan is only forty years old. At least, they have the right to choose.

Anderson's face appeared before him.

That child and his mother—the daughter of an indebted hotel owner, an unfortunate poor fellow. A woman who became a university professor through her own efforts. She has the right to choose her own life, but some humans in another world don't have it at all.

He Shenyan began to understand why many cross-border mages had an attitude of indifference to anything.

Strength is only one aspect, and endless lifespan is only one aspect. What really makes them ignore everything is that they have experienced too much. How many dark worlds are there in the endless sea of ​​stars like the universe where the Emperor lives? How many cross-border mages were like him in the beginning, trying to save everyone within sight?

Did they succeed?

He Shenyan did not answer.

His right hand gently but firmly stroked Feng's head, and the carefree giant wolf quickly fell into a comfortable sleep. For her, there was nothing more reassuring than a mage nearby. She even purred slightly. The mage lowered his head and smiled gently.

The question was left behind by him.