Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Get up." The man walked in slowly, speaking the language he was familiar with. The old man trembled and tried to stand up, but his tired and aging body obviously couldn't do it. He could feel the vitality slowly draining from his body, and there was no other choice.

He grabbed the man's hand and tried to make his articulation clear, his eyes were getting darker and darker: "Please, sir... please take care of her, you will be well paid... long life... ."

The old man exhaled hard: "You can even live as long as me... As long as you take good care of her... Please..."

His head was tilted to one side, just looking at the girl who was soundly asleep, so he lost his life.

He Shenyan was silent for a while, black magic power emerged from under his feet, the soil flew out of thin air, and a square grave was formed under the tree, and he buried the old man in it. The soil is covered again.

If there is no tombstone, let the big tree be his tombstone. He Shenyan left a magic mark on the trunk so that the scavengers and monsters would not dig up the poor old man's body and eat it.

He walked into the girl and watched closely.

She was wearing a silk dress, which was very clean. And the old man was wearing nothing but a linen shirt. The silver-white long hair scattered behind his head, forming an inexplicable harmony with the grass.

In all fairness, she is very beautiful. A beauty embryo, beautiful enough to even the most discerning eye.

But this is not the reason why He Shenyan observes her so carefully. The thin but very high-quality magic power formed a weak barrier on her—by He Shenyan's standards, it was indeed weak.

But that was enough to keep her safe from swords, or even low-level magic. He Shenyan pondered for a while, instead of using his hands, he used magic to lift a strand of the girl's hair, revealing her pointed ears.

"Longevity... magic barrier... some kind of high elves in childhood? Interesting, very interesting. How could a race choose this way of growing up? What about your parents, little guy?"

He picked up the girl with magic power and cast a protective spell on her. Taking the girl into the jungle, the light gradually disappeared into the darkness. The forest was silent again.

The next morning, the girl still showed no signs of waking up. She seemed to be ignorant of the changes in the surrounding environment, but the magic power on her body split off and wanted to enter He Shenyan's body. He was awakened by this polite interruption while meditating. He originally thought that someone was trying to invade his brain, but he came to such a ridiculous conclusion.

That seems to be some kind of instinct of hers, and will give out some magic power to the people who take care of her, so that they can live long and disease-free.

"You also have an intelligent sojourn shell... What kind of strange race are you?" He Shenyan stared at the girl with a complicated look, but he didn't plan to study her. He would not attempt to study a sentient being without his permission.

"Um...do you eat?" He Shenyan pondered for a while. He used breadmaking to create a fragrant white bread, and used magic to bring it to the mouth of the girl who was sleeping soundly in the tent. She opened her mouth and began to chew mechanically.

"..." He Shenyan has begun to worry about whether he will change her diaper, but this rude worry is obviously superfluous. What she ate quickly turned into magic power, adding to the thin magic barrier in front of her body.

"Interesting, it's so interesting. Alas, I really hope you wake up soon." He Shenyan turned his head away and stopped paying attention to this strange elf. He still has work to do.

Ten minutes later, a newly made pot was placed on the bonfire by him.

He Shenyan excitedly took out a delicate vegetable from his magic backpack,

Take out some noodles, eggs, fresh meat and seasonings. He even pulled out a ceramic bowl with matching chopsticks. He was skilled and ate the bowl of noodles he made by himself. After eating all of them, he threw these things into the magic backpack again. Touching his stomach, he sighed, "The craftsmanship has not declined! Very good."

Yes, his business is to give himself a bowl of noodles - this strange pursuit has been complained by Strange many times in the past. Say 'As a powerful mage, how can you cook by yourself? ’, ‘What would outsiders think of us if they saw it? ', 'You can't have a barbecue in the library in the Holy of Holies! '. His horse face would get longer at times like this, and He Shenyan never told him that when he tried to straighten his face, it would become more comical.

As if he didn't call for another bowl every time.

He Shenyan smiled, and the camp behind him gradually disappeared in a wave of magic. The girl was held by him with magic power, and after casting an invisibility spell, she floated behind him. He walked out of the jungle slowly.

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He left the jungle by floating on the ground at a speed beyond the understanding of ordinary people, and many farmers working in the fields witnessed this flash of darkness. Their terrifying and vivid narratives have managed to earn themselves a few drinks in the tavern, and a few even win the eye of the waitress. But the legend between the countryside finally went unreported after a few weeks. Farmers see strange things every year, some real and some fake. But so what? They don't care at all.

It's just an afterthought.

He Shenyan crossed the mountains, through the wilderness and several cities, and came to a small town by the sea. Most of the townspeople here work as fishermen, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the sea to eat the sea. It seems that this sentence is universal no matter what the world is. He was walking among the crowd, and no one noticed this handsome man. He trod across the dirty dirt ground ahead of a hay trailer, the wheels of which left long marks on the ground. The noisy voices echoed in the town, the sea breeze was blowing from the port, and He Shenyan could smell the stench of tar and cow urine. A woman selling vegetables stands on the street.

A good picture of all living beings in a medieval town.

If you ignore the obvious magical fluctuations in this town.

His gaze turned to a tall tower not far away, made of flat-cut granite blocks and topped by toothed battlements. It towers over scattered farmland and crooked huts, isolated from the town centre.

"Well, rough, but imaginative." He nodded, turned his head to look at a man on horseback with two swords, and beside him there was a donkey, carrying a black cloth bag, dry of black blood on it.

He Shenyan noticed his unique pupils and smiled with interest.