Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Orlando has passed by this mage tower for the seventeenth time.

He silently recorded the number of times every time, because every time he thought about whether to enter or not, but he often chose to back away when he was about to knock on the door. He actually didn't know what 'Mage's Tower' meant, it was just that people called it that, so he learned to call it that.

Although Orlando doesn't know what the mage tower means, he knows what the tower and mage mean. Especially the latter, in the mouths of those people, the mage has almost become synonymous with omnipotence. This makes him very eager.... What if this Master Master is willing to help him?

He kicked the pebbles on the pavement a little glumly, and began to wonder if he should really go over and knock on that beautiful-looking door this time. But he was very scared - what if the owner of the tower was a bad-tempered mage? What if he turns me into a table or a stone? Moreover, I have no way to pay him anything.

So he began to turn around on both sides of the tower at a distance, occasionally looking up at the tower, for fear that someone would come out.

Just when he was hesitating, the door opened by itself, and a huge white wolf walked out from it. Orlando took a deep breath, he had never seen such a huge wolf before!

It's almost like a wall....

The wolf walked straight toward him along the road, as if he knew where he was. Orlando suddenly began to tremble, and his mother's voice began to echo in his mind: wolves eat people, wolves eat people, wolves eat people...

He closed his eyes and squatted down in prayer. Hope the wolf doesn't eat him ugly so his mother can at least recognize him.

However, after he closed his eyes for more than ten minutes, the expected pain did not come. Orlando surreptitiously opened his eyes to a gap, and found that the huge white wolf was lying not far from him, with a funny face.

Orlando himself thought it was strange - how could I see the expression of a man in a wolf?

But the fact is that, seeing him open his eyes, the white wolf opened his mouth and yawned, his hair shining in the sun. Then it stood up, turned around, and nodded at Orlando.

"You, you want me to follow you?"

"Woo." The huge white wolf nodded.

With hesitation, Orlando entered the mage tower with it.

The first thing he saw was darkness. But Orlando didn't panic, he could feel the huge body of the white wolf around him. Before long, a little blue starlight lit up in the darkness,

That crystal clear blue light just appeared and instantly grabbed his attention.

With an obsession he didn't even notice himself, Orlando opened his mouth wide, his eyes moving in pursuit of the starlight. Up and down, left and right. After a while, the starlight exploded—the room suddenly lit up.

The wood in the fireplace crackled and gave off a warm orange glow. Lighting up the area in front of it, an antique armchair swings slightly on the rug, and a small round table is placed in the center of the rug. There were four or five books stacked on it, as well as a bunch of white flowers, which looked like they had just been picked and still had dew on them.

In the corner of the room, there are three large bookcases, divided into four floors, each floor is full of books. Orlando's eyes gradually moved upward, and the sight of the ceiling made him unable to take his eyes away for a long time.

In the area that was supposed to be the ceiling, there was a starry sky.

The darkness is the curtain, and the stars are embellished on it, which is as beautiful as a painting. Those even the stars are slowly spinning and twinkling, as if telling his story to him. Orlando couldn't describe how he felt at this time, he just wanted to see this picture more and longer.

But the white wolf didn't have his mind. Feng swept the boy's back with his tail and motioned him to come with him. They made their way up the stairs, which suddenly became large enough to accommodate even the massive body downwind. They walked all the way to the top of the tower, and the wind swept open a wooden door with his tail, and then pushed Orlando in with his head.

The wooden door closed behind him with a muffled sound. Orlando swallowed, as if he was standing in a void, boundless, only pure darkness condensed here. Then he heard a man say, "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you were here."

Then, the world lights up.

Orlando was surprised to find that he was beside a lake, and in front of him stood a black-robed man with his back turned to him. Orlando could not see his face, only that he had black hair and a cape, and was constantly picking up stones from the ground and throwing them one by one into the lake.

"Uh, sir...?" Orlando said hesitantly.

The man turned his head slightly, revealing half of his handsome face: "Come here, child, you have been wandering around my door for too long this month."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I've been hanging out at your door for too long, it's rude, but I'm actually..." Orlando walked slowly to his side, everything that happened in the past ten minutes made him feel that he As if in a dream. "I actually wanted to ask you one thing," he said slowly.

"Wait first, child." The man glanced at him, smiled, and then threw the stone in his hand again. The black, sparkling stone swirled and flew out of his hand. After hitting the lake for more than 20 times, he fell into the water.

"You're really good at ditching the water."

"It's not a waste of water, boy." The man smiled mysteriously, and he turned around. At this time, Orlando discovered that he was surprisingly tall.

He stretched out his hand and shook Orlando softly, his skin was cold, as if he was not a human being. Immediately afterwards, he patted Orlando on the back of the head and said, "Come on, I'll take you to a place suitable for conversation."

They moved away from the lake all the way, and behind them, the lake gradually changed into a small, immaculate planet full of black stones just thrown by the man. It just spins around, lifts off, and finally disappears.

The man took him back to the first floor, he snapped his fingers like a juggler, and another chair appeared out of nowhere. Orlando is cramped, but tries to be as decent as possible. He sat down uneasily, even reluctantly taking the cup of tea the man handed him.

"There's no need to be so nervous, let's start with self-introduction." The man smiled, leaned back on the chair, and said comfortably and leisurely, "My name is He Shenyan, and I'm a mage, how about you? child?"

"Orlando, sir, my name is Orlando."

"Okay, Orlando. I remembered. So, what do you want from me?"

He Shenyan looked at him with an encouraging smile, and seemed in no hurry to get an answer. Orlando hesitated for a long time before slowly saying: "My mother...she is sick, she has been sick for a long time. My father has been working outside and is very tired every day. He can only come home once every two months. Every time I come back I bring a lot of money.”

Gu Ying

"Then, he asked me to take the money to buy medicine for my mother, but no matter how much medicine she took... Crying, his health is not particularly good."

"So, you came to find me?"

He Shenyan's words made Orlando blushed, and then he realized how unreliable and disgusting he was pinning his hopes on a stranger - why do others have to help you?

He stood up abruptly, not forgetting to put the teacup in his hand on the table to prevent the tea inside from splashing out. He looked very ashamed. "I, I'm sorry, sir—"

"—Why are you sorry?" He Shenyan asked rhetorically, then pointed to the chair: "Sit down first, let's talk slowly."

"No sir, I..."

He wanted to refuse, but looking at He Shenyan's serious eyes, Orlando couldn't say a word. He had to sit down uneasily.

"There's no need to feel sorry, Orlando. It's normal to ask for help when you can't solve something on your own. Listen, boy, I'm not a hard-hearted person, so I'll help you."

He stretched out his right hand, and a small sapphire had appeared on his palm at some point. He Shenyan casually threw the sapphire into Orlando's arms, ignoring the other party's frantic appearance, he smiled and said, "But it's not that I didn't ask for it, child. I have a question to ask you."

"As long as I know!" Orlando nodded hastily, although he didn't know what this sapphire could do for his mother. But what he has seen and heard so far has made him very much believe in this mysterious mage.

"Who are those people?"

There was a stagnation in the expression on Orlando's face, and then his expression became more and more surprised and more and more afraid. He stammered, "How, how do you know?"

This time, He Shenyan did not smile. He tapped his temple with his finger and said calmly, "I'm a mage, boy, answer the question."

Orlando left the Mage Tower twenty minutes later, running very fast. It was impossible to say whether it was because he wanted to go home quickly to see his mother or because he was afraid of the mysterious mage in Tari.

He Shenyan was still sitting on that chair, he looked at the starry ceiling thoughtfully, and reached out his hand to grab the tail of the wind who wanted to sneak past him and go outside to play.

"Stop doing this, Feng, don't even think about going outside to play again." Facing her pitiful eyes, He Shenyan laughed out loud.

"Speaking of which..." He touched his chin and sighed: "It's really scary, isn't it? I didn't do anything, but in their mouths, I was about to become God. It was fun."

The wind whimpered twice.

"Shouldn't I scare him? No, I was making him be wary of strangers. Besides, what kind of scare is that?"

"woo woo woo woo!"

"...Where did you learn this word? Liaring children? I think you want to be beaten!"

He Shenyan was furious, jumped up from the chair, dragged her by the tail and carried her upstairs. No matter how hard Feng struggled, she couldn't break free from the hand of Bai Chu. Even though the two were several times different in size, she couldn't do anything but let out a miserable, admitting howl.

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"General, he is seriously injured, but we can't seem to restore him with the Crimson Secret Technique."

A member of the Crimson Society stood in front of Thane, wearing a red robe the color of blood and a brass mask on his face. The existence of the Scarlet Secret Society is not a secret in the empire. They are similar to military physicians, but they all master blood magic and can quickly restore people's injuries, so they have a very high status in the army.

They themselves have no idea about the power struggle, but focus on the blood itself-although many people in the empire have some criticisms about their treatment methods, but at present, the Scarlet Secret Society is still loyal.

"Oh?"

The Crimson Society member's tone sounded bewildered: "As soon as the blood magic touches him, it will be absorbed by his body. We can't manipulate his blood or make the wound heal on its own...  .As if the power of magic didn't work on him."

interesting.

Thayn tapped his steel chin casually, a description of the man that reminded him of Demacia's Forbidden Stone. After their warriors wear armor made of forbidden magic stones, they can be described as natural enemies to the mages. Mere proximity can make them breathless and unable to cast spells.

But.... a person can have the ability of the forbidden magic stone, he does not believe it. The information about the group of mageseekers had been put on his table, and he knew that only mages would be caught by mageseekers. The war has been over for two days. Demacia has been removed from the map of Noxus at this time, and a new name is needed at this time, as a new city-state of Noxus.

"Let's step back first, order him to go down, and let the doctors stay together for a moment, hanging his life. I will transfer another batch of medicinal materials from China, and make sure to keep him alive, understand?"

Sain said lightly, if what he thought was not bad, then this man might become a sharp sword for them when facing the mage.

Talking about the mage......a figure of another person appeared in his mind, and he didn't even notice when the people of the Crimson Secret Society left.

Silence returned to the tent again, and Sion thought calmly. This is extremely rare, but his thinking obviously cannot last long. As a general of a legion, he has a lot to do.

Darius pushed open the door of the tent and walked in. He was dusty and even had wet blood on his armor. Apparently, although the Demacians had officially surrendered, civilian resistance was still functioning.

Sean glanced at him, and after confirming that he was not injured, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Darius bowed his head respectfully, and said in a deep voice, "It's a member of the Demacian royal family... Jarvan IV, and their marshal, want to meet you."

Sean raised his eyebrows slowly.