Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"All, Ms. Francesca. All. Including when you were born, your childhood, your core organization in the Brotherhood of Warlocks, your talents and skills. It's a good name, I have to say. ."

His calm tone didn't seem to take Franceska seriously at all, which made her breathing a lot faster, and even her face turned pale from excessive anger.

"Don't you already know? Now that you've read all my memories. Why bother asking me?"

He Shenyan nodded: "Yes, but I didn't mean it."

"You!" She stood up, her voice sharp, but her beautiful voice still made the scolding sound like a song: "You read my memory! The thief who gets into other people's brains at will! And you say it's not from you What did you mean?! Shameless! You poor hairless monkeys! Primitives! Savage!"

The mage was indifferent and accepted her insults readily. Because he knew that this kind of behavior itself was worth being scolded, and he wouldn't do it unless he had to. But the news that Seyani gave him was true. It was about the whereabouts of Yanzi, and he had to do it. So it's okay to be scolded a few times.

"Please calm down, Ms. Francesca. Would you mind if I give you some compensation?"

She changed her face again, the previous anger and shame were swept away, and she put on another pitiful expression, and even her voice became tactful again: "Okay."

The mage smiled helplessly. He found that although he didn't like this kind of person, it was quite fun to watch their art of changing faces in front of you. After laughing, he asked lightly, "What do you want?"

"Your magic," she answered without hesitation, crisp and clear. As if he had already thought about it.

"Can."

But He Shenyan's answer was so straightforward. Some even made her suspect that her requirements were a little low.

As if aware of her thoughts, the mage said casually: "Ah, don't worry about me making a fuss about this. I will teach you two ways to cast spells, one from me and the other from me. Some of my friends from other worlds. You can choose one to learn, anyway, after my improvement, the two have the same goal.”

"These methods are of little value to me, you can learn them if you want. You can even pass them on to someone else, although I don't think you're going to do that. Honestly, I'm looking forward to it when you learn it. To what extent, ma'am." He smiled nonchalantly and threw a ball of light. Francesca took it like a treasure.

She didn't need to ask how to use it - if she did, she'd be an asshole worse than a pig. The use of this magic light ball is obvious, just eat it. Just when she opened her mouth and was about to swallow the fist-sized light group, the mage stopped her with a strange expression: "What are you doing?"

Francesca stopped, her expression dazed.

"With all due respect... Ha, it's not for eating." His laughter sounded harsh to the elf. The mage stood up, walked over to Francesca, held her right hand, and a little magic passed through her arm, crushing the ball of light.

From He Shenyan's point of view, Francesca straightened her body after the ball of light was crushed. She even kicked off the shoes on her feet to reveal her smooth feet. It seems that it is natural for a woman to love beauty, and even a noble elf like her is unavoidable, and paints black nail polish on her toes. In all fairness, every part of her body is beautiful, even her feet.

The mage looked away, he didn't want to take advantage of people's danger, it would be somewhat useless. Francesca's closed eyes had white light shining through the eyelids, and the sorceress's body trembled. A soft white light burst out from the pores of her body, illuminating all the bones and blood vessels in her body.

This process lasted for a while, at least, when Francesca woke up, the mage had disappeared.

She found that her clothes were soaked, and the girl called Andrea was sitting on the table in front of her, she was holding a book and reading. Seeing her wake up, Andrea said, "The teacher said that you can go by yourself when you wake up. He set up a portal at the door. You can open it and go back to your store."

"What if I don't leave?" Francesca said, finding her voice horribly hoarse.

Andrea raised her head, her expressionless face was somewhat similar to her teacher, and a cup of warm water that had been prepared rose out of thin air and flew into the hand of the female elf. She said, "You can also stay here for a while. The teacher guessed that you would say that. He said, if you don't understand anything, you can come and ask me."

"Me? Ask you?" Francesca laughed after drinking the water in her hand. Andrea was unimpressed by this, she said lightly: "Yes, ask me. Madam. Like this."

She ordered the glass of milk on the table, turned it into bread, and then turned the bread into a white plate.

The smile on Francesca's face disappeared.

"You, how did you do it?!"

Andrea looked at her with contempt: "The teacher said that you can bear it, so that so much knowledge has been passed on to your mind at one time. Unlike me, I have to learn slowly. But how come you don't have it at all? What kind of talent he's talking about? Check it out for yourself, in the third subsection of Chapter 2, The Use of Transfiguration, in The Theory of Magic."

To be so despised by human cubs who are hundreds of years younger than oneself may be a great disgrace to other elves. But Francesca was different, she quickly corrected herself. Approach the girl with an equal or even lower profile: "Thank you for your pointers."

She closed her eyes and began to read through the knowledge the Master had imparted to her. The more she looked at her, the more frightened she became. Whether it was the way of casting spells or the number of spells, any casual exposure of this knowledge could make the most powerful mages in the world compete like mad dogs. But this knowledge was thrown into his mind by the man like garbage, and he didn't even care.

Doesn't he know the impact of doing so? No, Francesca wasn't that naive, she knew, this must be a disguised warning, including his previous words that he didn't care about spreading the spell out. The female elf, who was inexplicably caught in a strange thinking, didn't realize that she had entered a misunderstanding of her thinking, and Andrea yawned rather boringly.

She didn't know why the teacher let herself know about her, but she was willing to do it.

The girl continued to look down at the books with her head down.