Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Standing in his room, Swain was changing his clothes.

Going to see the emperor... Even if he no longer regards Darkwill as the emperor of the empire, he has to change into a decent dress. He frowned, put on the tight black and red shirt, and put on a pure black coat. What was on my mind was another thing.

The streets with closed doors and windows can keep everyone from going out during the day, but there are no guards patrolling and no one stopping them. All the way back to the barracks smoothly... but encountered an assassination in front of the door.

Various questions swirled in his mind, and the most incomprehensible thing among them was the dagger.

He knew and had seen Katerina's ability. How could she scare the snake in the daytime, just to throw a dagger with her own family crest?

Things may be more complicated than he imagined, he buttoned his collar, picked up a comb and combed his hair neatly back. The man in the mirror had a gloomy expression, the downward curvature of the corner of his mouth, and the tiny wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. Every detail revealed his ruthlessness, except for those eyes, which were full of exhaustion.

It is very different from that young man twenty years ago.

He clenched his fists unknowingly—how many twenty years are there in his life? Will he really see the day Noxus will fulfill his long-cherished wish?

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The bark of the old tree was so rough that Racha had the illusion of stroking rocks in a trance. For some reason, he felt the tree welcome him, and Racha closed his eyes. Then, a feeling of falling came, he opened his eyes quickly, but found that he was no longer in front of the tree.

At this time, he was at an altitude of 10,000 meters, overlooking the earth below. The gust of wind blowing across his face almost made him unable to open his eyes, but it didn't take him long to get used to it.

The scene below seemed extremely small, and he wanted to see clearly, just as the idea was born, those small scenes quickly drew closer.

Then, he realized that the place he was looking at was Ionia.

The scene of his hometown was his panoramic view. From the beautiful and majestic magic garden of Presidian, to the towering snow-capped mountain where Suji Temple is located. From the vast tracts of farmland in Navoli, to the people who are working hard in it. Every detail, every corner. Monks, practitioners, martial artists. The ritual of transcendence, the beggar on the street, the woman who gave birth...

He was almost fascinated by it, after all, not everyone has the opportunity to see their hometown from this angle. And Ionia is famous for its stunning scenery.

Korracha didn't forget what his purpose of coming here was.

"Master, I just want an answer. Why is that tree showing me these things?" he asked blankly.

The old man did not answer him, and soon, the scene changed.

Presidian's magical garden was burned to the ground by fire, and countless practitioners or martial artists in the dojo who spontaneously tried to defend their homes were easily killed by Noxians in black armor.

This piece of land that had been peaceful for thousands of years was dragged into a frenzy of war in an instant, and the people who died were not only those who resisted, but also countless civilians. The red-eyed Noxians even used poison gas - the most ridiculous thing is that when the poison gas began to spread in the land of Ionia, many Noxians threw their weapons instead .

Racha heard their angry roars, followed by a woman's sinister sneer, and the soldiers died.

But more people are just carried forward by the war.

Not just Presidian. From the location of the Promise Sword Sect to the distant Temple of Pallas, or the farmland of Navoli. War is everywhere, everywhere. The screams of the dead were everywhere, and Racha closed his eyes, he dared not watch this terrifying scene again. The spirit world quickly responded to his idea.

Racha felt a burning sting in his eyes, and he raised his hand to stroke his eyelids, which were now empty. He smiled bitterly, this time he was indeed invisible.

At this moment, the shouts of other people entered his ears.

It was a cry of resistance.

He opened his eyes, but found that his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. He could only hear the strange sounds of the spirit world creatures and the rustling sound of the big branch in front of him. The sudden blindness did not make him panic.

Following the old man's voice, he closed his eyes again.

This time, he saw everything clearly.

Invasion of the void, what that mage did. The blue-armored giant outside the city, the general named Swain, and what is happening in their country. At this moment, the old man's voice came.

"It's time for you to come back, Racha."

The next second, he felt that he had returned to the same place, but he still hadn't opened his eyes.

The huge old tree swayed slowly in front of him. It was obviously a tree, but at this moment it stretched its body like some kind of cat, and the light in the spiritual world swayed strangely and uneasy around it. . And he was standing with his back to the old man, but at this moment he somehow 'saw' the form of the old man standing behind him.

It was a golden flame that was burning vigorously.

Racha closed his eyes and turned around, the old man's voice sounded in his ear: "What did you see?"

"many things."

The young man was silent for a long time before saying this. He stretched out his hand to touch his eyes, his eyeballs were still in the eyelids, but he didn't want to open them.

He remembered what he had seen, and the horrific sights made his hands and feet tremble again—this time, not from fear.

But because of anger.

"Master... a lot of people died, not just us, but the Noxians. They were crazy, they even killed their own soldiers, and I saw quite a few Noxians even joined Our army... the dragon is on top, what is that? Revelation?" He asked very fast, but only got a chuckle from the old man.

"Racha, you're on the horns again. You're too easily paranoid—but that's okay."

"Forget what you saw, the future has been changed... oh, that's not the future, it's just some one-sided prophecy." The old man said, in addition to old age and tiredness in his voice, but he Still smiling.

"The world has countless branches, just like the branches and leaves of this tree. In some worlds, you are not called Racha. But you who stand in front of me are called Racha. In some worlds.... .. the mage you saw never appeared."

Racha just listened blankly, he couldn't understand what the old man was saying, he just wanted to do something to ease his mood at this time.