Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

If it hadn't been seen with his own eyes, Ashes wouldn't have believed that there was such a thing - it turns out that someone can really take many people to another world.

And, he didn't ask for anything in return.

In the ancient concept of Ashes, this kind of thing is impossible to happen. Even if the helper does not want the reward, the rescued will definitely want to help the benefactor. People from the lowest birthplace will also try their best to give their benefactors some small help, arrows, stones, and even a little money.

Just as long as you can help.

So he quietly found He Shenyan while everyone was immersed in the shock of the new world.

"Want to help me?"

The silent knight nodded. He did not replace the worn knight armor. Some parts of the breastplate were rusted, which seemed unworthy of his status. Those swirling sparks had all disappeared at this time, and he looked like a mediocre down-and-out knight.

He Shenyan didn't say anything about refusal. He knew very well that for stubborn people like Ashes, it was better to let them feel at ease.

So he smiled and nodded: "I actually really need someone to help me do one thing."

He snapped his fingers, and an illusory blue map appeared in the air. The mage stretched out his hand and 'fished' out the map as if he was stopping a fish from the river. With his movements, the map continued to emit a pale blue glow, floating between the two of them.

"Ah, please come and have a look."

Ashes approached according to his words, and the map floated in the air out of thin air. He Shenyan pointed to the westernmost piece of permafrost, which was clearly a drawn map, but at this time, due to the closeness of his finger, cold winds and blizzards began to blow inexplicably.

Even the mage's fingers were stained white.

He said: "This place, it's called the Freljord. It's permafrost, the environment is harsh. The people who live there are fierce and not only that, but so are the animals. My words.... not long ago been there."

"What do I need to do?" Ashes asked succinctly.

"It's nothing difficult, I just want you to help me bring someone back - don't get me wrong, he's my disciple. Ah, it's a disciple, although my irresponsible teacher didn't teach him very seriously. , But no matter what, you have to do your teacher's responsibility." The mage rambled, causing Ashes to think of some of her acquaintances.

In the past,

He also had several teachers who were always thinking about him.

"Also..." His fingers moved to a fort in the east of the Freljord. "If you drop by, please also visit this place. There is a group of people called the Frost Guard, and their leader is a witch named Lissandra. If you see her, please tell her that I have something to do. Ask her for help."

Ash nodded: "I understand."

"That's good." He Shenyan smiled and shoved the map into Ashes' arms. "This map can display your location in real time. If someone around you is hostile to you, it will also be displayed together....Red, very eye-catching."

Listening to his words, Ash thoughtfully tucked the map into the gap of his armor, and a dull voice sounded from under the helmet, with some indescribable resentment: "...It's really convenient. what."

"Then, I'm off."

Ash nodded, turned his head and planned to leave. He Shenyan hurriedly waved his hand to stop him: "Wait, aren't you going to do some preparatory work or something?"

"Preparation?"

"Dry food, mounts, bedding... and traveling companions and the like." When he said this, he measured his head slightly without a trace, and there was a line of sight in the crowd who was still immersed in shock. stared at them.

"I am Ash, I don't need food or sleep," the knight said, silent for a while. "...but traveling companions, indeed."

"Ah, correct me, my friend." He Shenyan said with a smile. "Maybe you need them."

Ash looked at him puzzled until the latter took out a bottle of fresh fruit wine from nowhere. Ash reached out and took it, he pulled up the visor of his helmet and said, "I have no sense of taste."

"Try a drink."

Let's have a drink then...? !

Ash's eyes widened suddenly - it was a completely different existence from the Onion Knight's wine. Onion wine was specially made for the undead, and they had already lost their sense of taste. Therefore, that thing is not so much wine as it is some kind of 'water bomb', and it can be used to reminisce a little about the enjoyment of being a human being.

But this wine... mellow in the mouth, with a nostalgic sweet and sour taste, as if everything entered his mouth. But the moment the taste exploded on the taste buds, Ashes was stunned.

"What... is this?" he asked in disbelief.

"It's just an ordinary bottle of fruit wine."

He Shenyan winked at him, turned and left with a smile. Just had a face-to-face with a black-robed woman who hurried over: "Ah, hello, fire girl."

"Good day, Master Mage." The fire-proof girl bowed to him, her hands on her lower abdomen trembling for some reason. Although her eyes were closed, He Shenyan was sure that she was 'gazing' at Ashes not far away.

Smiling, he turned slightly to the side so that the fire-proof girl could see the ashes completely: "Are you worried about him?"

"......"

Seeing that the fire-proof girl was silent, He Shenyan didn't give a damn: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slave owner who hastily exposed your true colors after coaxing you here. It's just that your knight is a little uneasy, so I give this to you. You two found a chance to be alone all the way - thank me later."

He walked past the fire-proof girl whose face was red for some reason with a smile, and in the next instant, he had passed through the crowd and came to the top of this city that was completely one-to-one with Irushiel.

Gwendelyn sat on the steps, as if she had never left her world. She was still wearing that travel dress, and when she saw him coming, she smiled unconsciously.

He Shenyan walked up to her and sat down, and the two of them naturally leaned on their shoulders and looked at the moon together. After a while, she whispered, "...It's not fair."

"What's not fair?"

"Your Excellency has done so much, but we have nothing in return."

"I never asked for any payment."

Gwendelyn looked at him stubbornly, as if in this respect her character was the same as that of Ash. It is completely unacceptable to them that they do not repay their kindness.

"...You are really cunning."

She was defeated in the confrontation with the mage, and shook her head helplessly. The moonlight from another world began to condense on her body, making her whole person begin to emit a faint radiance. He Shenyan didn't stop her, just watched quietly.

After a while, the light gradually faded. Yuehua condensed into a ring on her right hand. Two silver snakes are intertwined to form the ring body, and a delicate and clear light blue gemstone glitters on it, exuding its own brilliance.

Gwendelyn solemnly handed him the ring: "This is my thanks."

He Shenyan didn't reach out to pick it up for the first time, he looked at the ring, then at Gwendelin, then at the ring again. Finally, he whispered, "Gwendelyn, do you know what giving a ring means in my hometown?"

Gwendelyn shook her head inexplicably.

The mage held back a smile, took the ring, and put it on the ring finger of his right hand: "...that's what lovers do to confirm their marriage relationship."

What happened after that... If it were written, it would undermine Gwendelyn's majesty as a shadowy sun, so I won't write it.

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First there were screams, then a woman's impatient scolding, mixed with a lot of swear words and contempt for men, such as whether you are a man or not, how it hurts and so on. After a while, the screaming and scolding stopped, and Jarvan and Klein walked out.

Klein's expression was as usual, and he even faintly smiled. It was different for Jarvan. He grinned, his expression indescribable. It's like I finally felt a little bit after three days of constipation, and found out that I had hemorrhoids.

"You really should have told me, Klein."

"tell you what?"

"Knowingly—why didn't you tell me Dr. Lemantha didn't like men?"

"You didn't ask."

"...I!" Jia Wen became annoyed for a while, and Klein finally couldn't hold it anymore, he laughed and pulled him: "This is a necessary part, the brothers in our group are basically treated like this by her. As compensation, I gave you the wine in my quota tonight, how about it?"

When it came to wine, Jia Wen's expression immediately became serious: "Is this true?"

"When did I lie to you?"

"...Are you sure you want to say this at this time?"

Only then did Klein remember what he had just done. He continued to laugh nonchalantly, and raised his head without a trace, so that he wouldn't have to look at Jia Wen's expression: "Really Really, of course it's true."

What he said was true, but the bottle of wine actually didn't taste very good. Even so, Jarvan enjoyed his drink.

Late that night, when he was lying in the dormitory, lying on the bed he had been assigned, he was not thinking of Demacia's past, nor was the grand marshal's expression accusing him of betraying the country.

He was thinking of his dead father - never before in Demacia's army under him. He is well aware of this, that people have always demanded themselves with strict discipline and virtue. I wish everyone could be a role model. But in fact, in Demacian's army, oppression is not uncommon.

Veterans bully recruits, sergeants bully corporals, and logistics can despise everyone. Perhaps within the fearless vanguard and those few elites, the situation would be better. But as far as Jarvan learned...they couldn't compare to the Noxians at all.

There is no military rank, and they are commensurate with brothers. Jarvan didn't know what such a Legion culture would bring. He only knew, at least for now, that he already knew why Demacia lost.

Not wrong to lose.

With this thought in mind, he slowly fell asleep - sleeping on a humble camp bed as a soldier of the Silent Wolf Legion, not on his luxurious and comfortable soft bed as the prince of Demacia. But this time, he slept more peacefully than ever.

the other side.

"Oh, his training performance is very good."

Shane listened with interest to Darius talking about the achievements of the former Demacian prince enlisting in the army for a few days, and he grinned: "This kid is really born in the wrong place."

Darius turned the page of the report in his hand and closed it after confirming that he had not missed anything. Then he picked up a new piece of information from the table: "General, this is from China."

"Read it."

"...You'd better see for yourself." Unusually, Darius didn't continue reading. Although these days, he basically read things like reports and intelligence to Sain. The latter didn't find it strange at all, and so did Darius.

"What's wrong?"

"It's information from Instructor Cronos..." Darius frowned and handed the information to Sain, who was sitting on the iron chair.

Shane opened the intelligence and watched it carefully. The scroll was not much bigger than a sheet of paper in his hand.

After a while, his tone became a little solemn: "If what he said is true....then I have to go back."

"Go back?" Darius was puzzled. "If what Instructor Cronos said is true, then it won't help you to go back."

What he meant was obvious, and what he said was right. Sean didn't answer and fell into thought.

The terrifying scene depicted by Kronos was completely unacceptable to him - once such a catastrophe broke out in the center of the empire, it would be the lightest outcome for them to be destroyed, and the worst case would sweep the entire continent.

Shane knew very well how terrible the plague was. Moreover, he had already dealt with two of the four evil gods. With two worlds apart, their power still left a deep impression on him.

His fingers began to tap the heavy steel chin again, but his eyes turned to the two giant axes he had placed on the ground.

They were crossed and stood on the ground, and the silver and black axe body flashed gold from time to time. Sain knew that it was not his own illusion, but his blessing. Every time he held these two axes, the already exaggerated power would increase again - so far, Shane has not found his limit.

He said calmly: "But I must go back, Darius. If things really go the way he says, I'm afraid I'm the only one who can stop this in the absence of the mage. people."

When he said this, his eyes were always on the two giant axes.

Darius followed his line of sight, sighed, and nodded.

He is already an Astarte, although still in training, he can be called a reserve. But the Primarch's orders were absolute - he didn't want to disobey.