100% Psionic Power In Marvel

The next day, Ivan found an advanced spell book called "Levitation" in the book hall, a thin book.

Originally, he hadn't finished learning the basics, so he shouldn't go to the advanced level, because it is the most difficult to understand by skipping.

But he was curious, because he could do levitation himself with psionic power, so would this speed up his understanding of levitation?

He turned it over, carefully read it in the morning, then thought for a moment, then floated in the air and drew circles with his index finger, staring at a pen on the table.

The pen floated, but it was not because of the levitation technique, but because of psionic power.

"Sure enough, they are clearly two concepts. My proficiency in psionic power is far superior to it. It is useless. I don't even know whether I have learned it..."

Ivan scratched his head and muttered, and put "Levitation" back on the bookshelf.

"Reading again?"

A cheerful voice came from behind Ivan. He turned his head and saw Fandral.

"Yeah, what's the matter, Mr. Fandral?"

Fandral looked around and asked, "Sif, isn't she here?"

"Not here."

Ivan responded that Jessica seemed to be with Sif all the time today, and they didn't come to the library.

"Okay, I know."

As expected, Fandral had nothing else to do, so he turned and left after speaking.

In the afternoon, Jessica returned to the library. She said that this morning she learned how to ride horses and Pegasus horses with Sif at the racecourse.

"Pegasus? What's that?"

Is Asgard's horse named Pegasus? Or is there really something different? Ivan was a little curious about this.

"A flying horse with wings growing on both sides." Jessica said with a smile.

"That's good, I didn't expect Asgard to have this thing."

"Yeah, it's fun."

"By the way, Jessica, how long until we start school?"

"Over a month.

"

Ivan nodded, spells are not something that can be read overnight.

After living in Asgard for half a month, Ivan applied to Odin to take back some of the books in the library, advanced books and books about space and illusion.

Odin agreed to print some copies for Ivan. In fact, most of the books in the book hall are not original, so they are so new.

When they returned to the mortal world, Sif came to see them off, and Fandral also came.

"Friend, before leaving, I will give you something as a souvenir!"

Fandral smiled and handed Ivan a sword with its sheath.

"Thank you." Ivan took the sword with a smile.

"This sword represents Asgard's friendship and respect for you." Fandral laughed, "Please keep it safe! It is very precious."

"Fandral, isn't that the blunt sword you didn't use a year ago?" Sif remembered the sword.

"Sif, since you have seen it through, why did you say it?" Fandral turned his head and asked.

"You treat this thing as a valuable gift, I don't blame you if I don't tell you." Sif said with a cold face.

"It doesn't matter, this is also Fandral's wish."

Ivan didn't care, and accepted it with a smile. After all, it was a farewell gift.

 …

After returning to the earth, Jessica returned to Clinton to open the office, while Ivan returned to the orchard to live as usual. The difference is that he often lies on the sofa and reads in his spare time.

Karen and Angel were very interested in the books that Ivan brought back at first, and they became even more interested when they learned from Ivan that these were spell books.

"Ivan, can you learn magic after reading these books?" Angel asked.

"You can try it." Ivan smiled.

"Are there any side effects?" Karen picked up a copy and asked cautiously.

"There are negative effects, but you have to be able to read it~" Ivan raised his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Karen quickly put the book in his hand back on the table and asked, "What are the side effects?"

"If you read too deeply, you will lose your hair unconsciously."

"God, I thought it was something."

Karen didn't take it seriously, picked up the book and flipped through it, and he flipped through it page by page, looking decent.

Angel was stunned, and he asked Karen, "Do you understand?"

"Eh... I understand a little bit, just a little bit." Karen stared at the page and said.

"Really?" Angel scratched his head, "I don't understand at all."

"Don't you understand? Well, I admit, I don't understand at all!" Karen laughed.

Ivan took a deep breath, thinking that he should bring back those basic books he had already read, so that he could at least test whether Karen and Angel had the talent in this area...

Now they look directly from the middle, and it would be strange if they could understand.

But the basic books seem to be with Jessica.

This night, Ivan and the two told what kind of place Asgard was.

 …

The next day, Ivan came to Jessica's office, thinking to see what books Jessica had brought, and whether she had brought the most basic "Basic Spell Application and Understanding".

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a mess on the first floor of the office.

The stool fell, the table was crooked, the books and pens on it fell to the ground, and the window on the west side was also broken.

Jessica is not on the first floor.

"Jessica!"

Ivan turned into a blue light and rushed up to the second floor. The floor and the stairs shattered in his sprint!

On the second floor, a man with a bruised nose and a swollen face was lying on the ground. Jessica squatted beside him and pressed the man's head with her hands. At this moment, she stared blankly at Ivan who rushed up.

It was so fierce that she was really taken aback.

"What happened?" Seeing that Jessica was fine, Ivan felt relieved.

"I was writing a diary on the first floor, and this gangster thought I was not at home, so he smashed the window." Jessica let go of the hand holding the gangster's head, stood up and took two steps back.

"Huh...huh..." The gangster panted heavily.

"Do you know him?" Ivan looked at Jessica.

"do not know."

"Then do you know her?" Ivan asked the gangster this sentence.

"She's...the detective." The gangster obviously knew Jessica.

"Tell me, why did you smash the window?"

The gangster turned over and lay on his back on the ground, staring at the ceiling with his cloudy eyes, and said.

"All I can say is ... someone ordered me to do it and I got paid for it, but I can't say who."