Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Ha, let a disrespectful teacher like me demonstrate the use of spells to the disciples."

The old spellcaster's right hand ignited a flame, but it didn't burn his hand. On the contrary, he looked at the flame with nostalgia and said, "Ah, when was the last time you used it? It's really outrageous. "

After he finished speaking, the small flame in his hand burst into flames, and among the scattered flames, Kermacus came out, and he stumbled down the tree trunk raised by ashes. In the end, he slumped down on the ground full of mud, and the image that had just been erected collapsed suddenly.

But he seemed to be okay, patted his butt and stood up.

"Then, let's introduce it formally." His face became serious.

"Listen, my disciple. I'm Comacus from Onuma, and I'm a conjurer. The so-called conjuration—the essence of which is the longing for flames. Don't forget this under any circumstances."

His serious appearance didn't last long, and he soon returned to his smiling appearance: "But then again, I didn't say this. It's the legendary sorcerer king, Lilaman. A sentence. His own nickname is called Big Fireball."

Ashes didn't talk to him for too long, and the old conjurer was a fairly reliable companion, although he didn't seem to be very vocal himself. But at least he killed most of the enemies along the way with Ashes.

Many times, before Ash's blade could hit its target, the flames of the conjuring fire in his hand devoured the enemy.

Sitting in front of a bonfire, Cormacus' face was bright red from the flames: "Speaking of which, my disciple, where are you going?"

"Hunt the King of Salary."

The simple four words made Kemakus swallow what he wanted to say, and he was suddenly silent for a while: "...It turns out that even in such an era, some people choose to spread fire. However, My disciple, you are the only one I have seen who chooses to spread fire."

"Everyone has their own aspirations." Ash said flatly, he was sharpening the long sword in his hand with a whetstone, and went out. If he didn't consider returning to the fire sacrifice ground, such weapon maintenance was necessary.

As a warrior, being bad with weapons is tantamount to neglecting your own life—it's no different than suicide, and maybe even more tragic.

"You're right, but I don't have any ambitions. I'm very lucky to have found a disciple."

Ashes took out a bone fragment from the cloth bag at his waist and handed it to him, saying: "Use this bone fragment, you can, go back,

Fire shrine. "

"Oh, don't worry about me. Don't look at me like this, but I'm actually pretty strong--I'm also undead after all, hahahaha..." He made another bad joke.

Ash seemed to chuckle. Cormacus took the bone fragment and said, "Then, I wish you the company of flames on your journey - I almost forgot to pass on the flames of the spell to you... I'm such a disrespectful teacher."

Flames ignited again in the old conjurer's right hand, and a small cluster was separated from it, which was carefully handed to Ashes.

"How is it? It's amazing, isn't it? This flame will not hurt us in any way. Although it is an illusory fire, it can become real at a certain moment."

He said with some emotion, while Ash looked at the fire of the spell in his hand and fell into contemplation. For some reason, he always felt that the fire was very familiar to him.

"Then, I'll take the first step! Goodbye to the fire shrine, my disciple, be careful outside. Don't be burned by the fire, even an illusory flame can hurt people..." He After babbling on, he crushed the bones and left.

Ash put away the magic fire and bowed his head beside the bonfire, as if he had fallen asleep.

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"Is this what Lothric looks like now?"

He Shenyan and Gwendelin stood above the high wall of Lothric, looking down, full of despair. The world may have really come to an end, but maybe not, who knows?

"Yeah, a kingdom that persists in spreading fire for centuries will also die with the passing of the flame, just like this world."

"Even if you say so, inheriting the flame is a must-"

The mage interrupted her: "There must be other ways for you to escape this cycle, Gwendelyn."

She shook her head gently: "You don't know, if I thought, this tragic reincarnation could have ended thousands of years ago. But the flame is something that never stops, as long as it is not really extinguished, it will Rekindled. I already know that it may be my destiny to watch this flame and sit in that palace forever alone."

Not choosing to argue with her, the mage just pointed to the corpses of the civilians below: "You can accept your fate, what about them?"

"I don't think they would think such a fate is a good thing. Gwendelyn, how much have you sacrificed to spread the fire? In such a long time... how many people have died like them?"

Gwendelyn's face turned pale, she pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing. The mage did not let go of her thoughts.

"Since you're talking about fate... heh." He sneered and turned to something else: "I killed the teacher who taught me magic, and she said it was fate. I had to kill her, Then use an innocent girl to save our world. She says it's fate, there's no other way, it's doomed. But I have a different opinion on that."

"She said she saw many futures, none of which was saved, and the only way was the one she chose for me... Gwendelyn, what would you do if it were you? ?"

Gwendelyn pondered for a while, her white hair fluttering gently in the breeze: "If this is fate... I will choose to continue."

"It's an answer that fits your character... But I think, if this is really fate, has she ever thought about the possibility of me rejecting it?" He Shenyan turned his head, his eyes flashing with madness.

"Every choice we make will have different consequences. Maybe in other worlds, at this moment, I chose to kill you for no reason. The world line has changed. Could it be fate?"

"Your Majesty won't do that," said Gwendline firmly.

The mage returned to calm, he stared at the front, and said lightly: "The so-called fate - nothing. If you attribute every choice you make to fate... Then what is the meaning of life? She wants me to live in a world Choose between an innocent girl...I choose neither, Gwendelyn."

"I choose neither."