Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The mage carefully observed the red light spots in her hand. Under the control of Ruiwen's mental power, they gradually transformed from magic power into a fine net, a large net that could block all elemental activities in the current area.

"Well...not bad, but you should be able to do better." He Shenyan nodded, he dismissed the enchantment at will, and said, "One more time, use your fastest speed."

Ruiwen nodded, and the girl took a deep breath. Her purple hair floated automatically without wind, and her eyes lit up with the same crimson light as the mage.

In her hands, the red light flickered, and the mage was stunned for a while, then showed a bright smile: "Good job."

She completed this spell in one second, which is of great significance. At least at her level, most mages perform evocative spells by communicating with elemental spirits. After all, their magic power is not enough to support them to carry out pure magic flow bombardment. But Ruiwen is different, she has a gift from the mage.

That is to say, after she uses this spell to ban elemental activities, the mages of the same level as her will lose all powerful attack methods. But Rui Wen was able to bombard them with the energy from He Shenyan.

Reaching out his hand, he rubbed the top of the girl's head. He has fallen in love with this feeling since he did it for the first time. Ruiwen's hair is so good, it's like playing with a cat. He smiled and said, "Very well done, my apprentice. As a reward, is there anything you want?"

Ruiwen replied blankly, "Apple."

"...what?"

"Apple, teacher. I want to eat another apple."

"...you can think again, my apprentice. When I say rewards, I mean anything—"

Ruiwen interrupted him, with a stubborn look in her eyes: "No, teacher. I just want to eat an apple again."

The mage was silent for a while, and he asked, "You really only want an apple?"

"Yes, teacher."

He Shenyan stretched out his right hand, he closed his eyes, and the magic light condensed in his hand. Little by little, it turned into a golden apple, shining with luxurious brilliance under the sunlight.

"What is this?" Raven asked.

"This is a golden apple, my apprentice. If you eat it, you will be immortal and invulnerable to all poisons. You can even resist natural disasters and have the same power as a god."

"Does it taste like an apple?"

The mage was silent for a while: "...No,

I'm afraid, it tastes bad. "

"Then I don't want this golden apple." The girl said firmly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, teacher. I know what that means, but I don't think I need those things." She looked at the mage, then at the golden apple, as if she was staring at something incomprehensible.

The girl just said calmly: "Strong power... immortality, or becoming a god. I don't need any of that, teacher. I just want to eat an apple again, of course, if I can eat it better than it. Something is the best.”

He Shenyan sighed, he knew that if this conversation was compared to a contest. Well, he has lost. The taste of failure was rare for him, but not so bad. Sometimes people swallow failure willingly.

He just smiled faintly: "I know a lot of things that taste better than apples. If you want, I can show you a hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a set of magic kitchen utensils and a huge round table covered with cutlery appeared in the backyard of Wayne's house.

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"I have to admit, Mr. He. Your craftsmanship is far superior to mine."

Alfred wiped his mouth, four empty plates stacked in front of him. The old man usually can't eat so much, but the mage's cooking skills are obviously on the same level as his magic level. Alfred hasn't had such a refreshing meal in a long time.

"It's better if you like it." He Shenyan wiped his hands with a white cloth. He hadn't cooked for a long time. But fortunately, the craftsmanship is still there, so there is no shame in it.

The round table has been covered with exquisite dishes, and most of them have been settled. A third of it was eaten by a growing kid, Jason Todd. He seemed to have a different hobby for pig intestines, and even though the Master told him this euphemistically, he didn't shake the chopsticks he stretched out.

The boy didn't seem to care: "I'm not like the rich and young, sir. It's just internal organs. I ate dead mice when I was wandering the streets."

Bruce Wayne's face darkened, he happened to be a rich boy, and he didn't eat offal. Also very -- hate -- mice. But he didn't speak, just picked up a piece of Dongpo meat and put it into his mouth. Alfred could tell by the subtle expression on his face that the man was very satisfied now.

But he just doesn't say it directly.

The protagonist of this special banquet, Rui Wen, who was sitting at the head of the round table, was like a middle value between the two of them, compared to Bruce who remained elegant and Jason who was eating the wind. She eats everything, but only a little of everything. Chicken, duck, fish, meat, lobster, and seafood were piled up on the plate next to her, but the girl still looked as usual and continued to stretch out her chopsticks.

He Shenyan's expression was a little weird. He didn't expect Rui Wen to eat so much - compared to her just sixteen years old, this amount of food was definitely beyond the scope of a normal person.

Signaling that they should not care about him, the mage left slowly with a glass of red wine. Wayne's backyard is big enough to fit four football teams and beat each other without looking crowded. It also allows him to find a secluded corner where he can think for a while.

The preparations are almost complete, and the next step is to wait until Bruce Wayne can cast spells proficiently before he can leave. Taking into account his talent, coupled with the personal teaching of the mage. This time will not be long.

As for Rui Wen, she was a pleasant surprise.

The spell talent is extremely high, but this has become secondary. She was calm, as it seemed all the time. At the same time, he is not at all tempted to face temptation, even if the mage is holding the golden apple. This is good, actually, very good.

Many gifted mages could have achieved greater success, but chose other paths because they couldn't bear the temptation. Like falling to the devil, or slaughtering civilians and using their souls for their own benefit. When you have superhuman powers, worldly morals seem irrelevant.

He Shenyan drank the red wine in one gulp and disappeared.