Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Leaving the square, he continued onward, and in front of him was a long staircase leading to two doors each. The mage turned slightly to avoid the red knight who was patrolling over. The long sword in his hand looked exquisite and very sharp.

Lost consciousness, but the body is still carrying out the responsibilities of life?

The mage decided to go up first. He had seen the structure here before flying in the sky, and the magnificent palace was above. If he wants to obtain some historical information, he should be able to gain something in the palace. At least the kings must have a few staff, right? One of the common characteristics of scholars is that they like to collect books.

Of course, some people may be more than that.

Walking into the dark hall, he did not see any figures here. There was only an old woman in a black robe sitting on the chair, she looked very old. Sitting on a chair looks like a dwarf sculpture.

Seems to be sensible.

The mage appeared, and he said, "Hello."

The old woman seemed to be startled, she raised her head, the hood covered most of her face, and the exposed part was also very old. She scrutinized the mage carefully for a while before saying, "A strange and powerful person, no matter what you ask for, I am afraid that the current Lothric can't provide you with it."

"Really?" The mage said indifferently, and then moved his fingers, and an old wooden chair placed beside the old woman flew over. After he sat down, he said slowly, "You can think of me as a scholar, a greedy collector of knowledge. I just want to know about your country. Is it Lothric?"

The old woman nodded silently, and after a while she said in a sad tone: "Yes, scholar. I am Lothric's priest, Emma. A watched, banished man. Only Can bow in this small church and wait for the rest of the ash to arrive."

"I noticed the knights outside. They must have lost their minds. The red and blue decorative cloth...is it a civil war?"

The mage's direct words failed to make Emma emotionally fluctuated. By now, she seems to have completely lost her heart.

The old woman replied, "Yes, scholar. Lothric . . . is the land of glory, the land of heroes, the land of fire. The flame continues the world, and we continue the flame. But the prince who was supposed to continue the mission ...but don't want to spread the fire."

flame.

Remaining ash, salary king, flame. It seems that this flame has a different meaning in their world. The flame continues the world?

The Master kept the question in his heart for a while, and he continued to ask: "I want to enter the royal city to have a look,

May I? "

The old woman raised her head suspiciously: "There is nothing but danger there now. Scholar, if you want to continue to thirst for knowledge, please leave quickly. In any case, Lothric is no longer a peaceful place. place."

The wizard didn't answer, he stood up. The mysteries of this place made his heart itch.

A mage once said that the curiosity of mage is the most deadly thing in the world. He Shenyan agrees with this sentence, but he feels that it needs to be revised - the curiosity of mages is the most precious thing to them.

He glanced back at the open door of the church and said to the old woman, "In return for telling me these things, do you need me to help the person who is watching you outside?"

The old woman laughed dumbly: "Thank you for your kindness, scholar. But in any case, he is a... rider... knight..."

He Shenyan lifted the spell used to cover his breath. In the eyes of the old man, he was so dazzling that he couldn't even look directly at him. The huge power was hotter than flames. Undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface, a raging force erupted endlessly within the scholar. She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak. Who can possess such power, besides the Protoss?

"How is it now?"

The old woman bowed her head deeply, and there was a cry in her voice: "Why are you playing tricks on me like this... God, is it that Emma is not pious enough in your eyes?"

He Shenyan frowned: "I'm not a god."

The old woman raised her head stubbornly: "Is it a test? Is it a test of me? Don't you want to protect us poor people anymore? Also, in any case, not spreading fire is equivalent to betraying the gods.... .."

She let out a mournful laughter from her throat, pulled a dagger from her robe, and was about to wipe it down her neck. The mage moved faster than her, just beckoned, and the dagger flew into his hand.

"That's why you guys really like to add some inexplicable settings to others... I'm really not a god, ma'am."

But I am much stronger than the gods.

Emma looked at him numbly. In this priest's heart, He Shenyan was one of the Protoss who came to deliver divine punishment because they abandoned their beliefs. Now that the flames are fading away, who else has such power? But since He Shenyan didn't let her die, she should live for a while longer. Right to atonement.

"Who is the person watching you outside?"

"He is a lion knight, a loyal Albert. He is one of the prince's knights. Knowledge was sent by him to monitor me, an old woman who is determined to spread the word." Emma replied dully. After a while, she suddenly stared again. His eyes widened, and hope rekindled in his heart.

Yes, the gods didn't destroy Lothric outright, and he asked me that...

He Shenyan was a little speechless. He looked at the old woman who became excited after not knowing what to do, and said nothing. Emma looked very excited: "Is it possible, do you want to persuade the prince in person?"

The Master replied: "If necessary, I will go to see him. As for now... I will drive away this person who is watching you for you."

He handed the dagger back to the old woman and added something to it. Walking out of the door slowly, the mage saw a white spirit body holding a big axe and a shield waiting for him outside the door.

Seeing his arrival, the spirit body bowed his head deeply, then knelt down on one knee and said in a hurried tone: "Sir God, Prince he..."

"Stop." The mage stopped him, and He Shenyan said lightly, "I'm not a god, do you understand?"

The Lion Rider raised his head, and after a while he lowered his head again, burying his head deeper: "...Yes, I see. You are not a god now."

The mage sighed, what's wrong with the people in your place? How can anyone believe the truth?

The dull voice of the lion knight came from under the helmet: "I beseech you, my lord, it is not that the prince does not want to spread the fire, he is just...just..."