Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

After saying goodbye to the witcher for a while, He Shenyan began to wander around the city alone. He could feel that many mages were living in the city. The undisguised magic in them is simply unmistakable. But He Shenyan was not interested in going to these peers to exchange knowledge for the time being. After the incident with Strigob, he temporarily had a low impression of the mages in this world.

The sun gradually climbed into the sky, and he strolled down the road in the upper town of Novigrad. It's quiet and beautiful here, with trees and flowers he can't name grow wildly by the roadside. The men and women who passed by were wearing high-end silk clothes, and they still turned a blind eye to He Shenyan. The black-robed mage was traveling alone in the upper city, and his eyes did not pay attention to the imposing buildings and the ladies who moved out of the sofa to have a tea party in the garden in front of his villa.

Finally, he shook his head and turned away. Go straight to the lower town. Here and before are completely two worlds. People are naked, the roads are muddy, and there are beggars and homeless people everywhere. It was just noon, and there were quite a few scantily clad women standing in the shadows of the alley to solicit customers. They smiled and returned slutty laughter to every man who passed by, but there was deep numbness in their eyes. Some men with short-handled hammers and daggers on their waists squatted in the alley, looking maliciously at everyone who passed by.

There is only one exception.

It was an old temple. The stone bricks could be seen to have experienced many years of wind and rain, but although it was old, it was not dirty. Apparently someone is doing a serious cleaning every day. There is a statue on the stone bricks in front of the door, and people who come and go slow down as they pass by, giving them a respectful glance. Whether male or female, regardless of race.

The base of the statue was flat and made of stone. On it stood three women, a teenage girl smiling carefree, a mature pregnant woman, and an old woman hunched over. He Shenyan stood under the statue and looked carefully. He saw a weeping woman running under the statue of the old woman, sobbing and trembling. He stroked the old woman's robe, knelt on the ground full of dirt and whispered in pain, "Oh! Goddess! Please let him stop hitting me..."

He Shenyan stood behind her and could see the black green on the woman's neck. He was silent for a while, cast a low-level healing spell on her, and attached a little magic power to her to ensure that she would not be harmed again. After doing all this, he withdrew the little trick and walked into the gate of the temple as if he were nothing. Several mamas in black were busy cleaning the ground when he heard vague voices coming from behind the temple.

A mama saw him and hurriedly greeted him: "Good day! Sir, what's the matter with you?"

"Hello."

He Shenyan pondered for a while, then said sincerely: "I know it may be a little sudden, but I want to ask your teachings."

Mammy looked at him blankly, and after a while, she suddenly laughed: "Sir, you must have come from far away, I can see that. Whether it's your face or your problem. Here is the Temple of the goddess Meritelli."

"As for doctrine, we don't have that. Goddess did teach that we should be kind, tolerant, helpful. But we've been doing it not because of her request, but because of her expectation, and our desire to be a better person. good person."

The black-clothed mammy said, the wrinkles on her face slowly stretched out in these words, and a few strands of silver hair hung down her forehead, she continued, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"that's all, thanks."

From Mammy's point of view, this strange black-robed man just walked in, asked a strange question and left. But for He Shenyan, it's not just an odd question.

He once made a bet with a devil, the content of the bet was: Do you believe,

No matter how bad the situation is, will there be someone who will always keep the good side of human nature?

Surprisingly, the devil believed.

He smiled and looked back, two stars lit up in his eyes, and saw the back through the wall in front of the temple. There is a small hospital behind it. Many female priests are busy giving free treatment to the poor who have no money to treat their diseases, and many people who are suffering from mental pain are talking to a priest that they are not doing all this. Ask for a return.

He Shenyan felt that he had to learn about this goddess and her religion.

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A bald, lanky man was humming a song, sorting the piles of books on a cart. His name is Balk, and he is the owner of this small bookstore. The bookstore is located in the Bishop's Square, without a name or sign. But everyone who has been there has a deep impression of it. Unlike those so-called "book salons" that are catching up with the trend, this is really just a bookstore. Apart from books, there are no other services.

"jingle."

The bell on the door shook, and Balke looked back, and a man in a black robe walked in. Balk nodded to him, and wiped his hand on the white apron around his waist, walked up and stretched out his hand: "Good day, guest. Balk Twillens."

"Good day, He Shenyan."

After the two briefly introduced themselves, He Shenyan said, "I want to find some books about Goddess Meritali and her religion."

Balk laughed, he pointed to a bookcase on the second floor and said: "On the third floor of the bookshelf, the thirteenth book from left to right, that book should have the knowledge you want. Chenghui twenty-five Crown."

He Shenyan moved his finger, and the book flew down by himself. Balk was a little surprised when he saw this: "Oh, you are still a mage."

"What? Few mages come to buy books from you?"

"No, customer. Not very few, you are the first in my twenty-one years of opening the bookstore," said Barker.

"Oh?" He Shenyan became interested, he touched the cover of the book, looked at the two lines of beautiful cursive characters, and asked, "How do you say this?"

"This sentence may be offensive, please forgive me." Balk paused for a while before continuing: "Because mages are usually only busy with the king and mayor, even if they buy books, they won't come to me to buy them."

"I agree with the first half of the sentence... As for the second half of the sentence, won't I come?" He Shenyan made a little joke, he took out a white cloth bag from his arms, and inside it was his way to the Dwarf Bank change money. He grabbed a handful of money, no more, no less, just twenty-five.

"Thank you." Balk took the money and put it in the corner of the cart without looking at it. He hesitated for a while, but still asked: "I don't understand, as a mage, why do you want to..."

"Maybe it's because I'm not the same." He Shenyan winked at him and went out with the book.