Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Francesca seldom looked so awkward.

She is a pure-blood elf and a powerful sorceress. For the first time in her life, she was so nervous—if not the time she met the mysterious black-robed mage.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Inid."

A woman spoke behind her back in elegant but impeccable archaic, and she called Francesca by her archaic name. Inid Ann Grena, the name means daisy of the valley. And she did not live up to the name.

She was wearing a grey-green dress with lace trim, and her dark blond hair fell behind her head. As for that face....doesn't need to describe too much, there are many people who think she is the most beautiful woman in the world.

"I'm sorry, Ann. I can't help but get nervous, this is so important to me. Getting a chance to get into the top ranks of the Brotherhood of Warlocks..."

"You must calm down, there are twenty-nine powerful warlocks in the hall who are anonymous like me. They are the last cards of the Warlock Brotherhood. We hide ourselves, disappear from the eyes of kings, and cheat to death, just to protect us. Common interests."

The woman called Ann said so, her expressionless face with stern green eyes and brown hair that wafted down her shoulders.

"Yes, I know."

Francesca replied in ancient language: "But I didn't expect you to cheat to death at all, I mean, you are all powerful mages with famous names in history... cheating death? This is too much Crazy."

"If not, how can we escape from the kings who need our strength? Politics will only turn people into dirty mice. How can it be such a joy to be a king's staff? If you want to go further in magic, We just have to get rid of something else."

Ann said meaningfully, and at the same time patted Francesca on the shoulder, motioning her to come with him. They left Franceska's room. There was no one in the hallway, the stained glass windows were all closed, but the wind still reverberated in the hallway.

The living knight's armor, the ice permanently fixed by magic, and even some exquisite oil paintings - these things that are hard to find outside, here, are just decorations in the corridor, not even worthy of entering the hall.

The floor is made of a special wood that makes no sound at all when you step on it. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling has six delicate corners, each of which burns with magic candles that never go out.

Two thick and pure gold gates ten meters high were slowly opening in front of them, and inside was a hall exuding a strong magical atmosphere. The people there are all powerful mages who are well-known in the history of this world. They were thought to be long dead, but only hid and devoted themselves to the study of magic.

And she is about to be one of them.

Francesca raised her hand and covered her chest, trying to feel her heartbeat through the thick barrier. In fact, she doesn't need to do this, she can also know how nervous she is at this moment.

finally.

Finally got the chance.

She was finally able to enter the highest ranks of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, the organization that governed all wizards and warlocks.

And this is just the first step in her gradual revival of the elves... She is tired of her people gradually forgetting the status quo of the past traditions, and this will start to change from her hands!

Francesca was so convinced until she walked into the hall.

"boom."

The two heavy golden doors closed in an instant, and Ann, who was standing in front of her, turned around with an expression on her face that made the elves feel unfamiliar. It was an expression she had never seen in their past two years together.

"Finally..." Ann sighed, stretched out her hand, took Francesca's hand, and held it high.

She thought she was announcing that she would join the organization, and smiled gracefully but enthusiastically at the other twenty-nine warlocks present, however,

The next sentence Franceska heard made her stunned.

"The main dish has arrived, everyone, the banquet can begin."

"Main course? Banquet?"

Ann let go of her hand, and the sorceress gently undressed, revealing her perfect ketone body. Seeing Francesca's shocked and puzzled eyes, she smiled lightly. Before the gradually surrounding crowd, she raised her right hand and motioned for them to wait.

"We still have questions about our main course, who would like to answer her?"

"Let me do it."

A man stood up from the crowd. He had white hair and a strangely young face. At this moment, he was smiling excitedly.

As the man took off his clothes, he said to the elf sorceress who was still in shock: "That's right, Ms. Francesca - what we are going to do to you must be done by taking off your clothes, otherwise, these expensive The fabrics and leathers, gems and things like that are likely to merge with us.”

"But there's no way. Compared to the spells that can share your power, memory, and even magical talent, taking off your clothes is only a small price. Moreover, we will also have some other entertainment after the banquet. At that time, the clothes are actually It's useless."

The man spread his hands to her sincerely: "Please take off your clothes, Ms. Francesca, we are going to start enjoying you."

The crowd gradually gathered, and each of their faces was shining with undisguised greed and appetite. The utterly undisguised negativity made Francesca almost vomit - how did it get like this?

Her eyes flicked across their faces, and she quickly recognized a few of them.

Julian Nairris, author of On How Magic Connects to the Human Brain, is considered a forerunner of modern hypnotic and even cognitive-altering spells.

Pansy von Tanoris, the first sorcerer in history to develop spells capable of entering the deep sea, but with his disappearance, his spells were lost. Today, it is widely believed that he was lost in the depths of the ocean.

Veronka Laurie Sabastian, a sorceress known for her beauty and political skills, once had four kings kill each other for her.

They are all mages who have left their names in history. They should be role models, role models, and the source of motivating the progress of magic, but what did she hear just now?

Are they going to eat her? Want to share her powers, memories, and gifts of magic?

A great sense of absurdity came to Franceska, followed by shock, followed by anger.

"You lied to me."

"A bunch of liars," she said hoarsely.

"Damn elf, stop being so pretentious! Make it look like you've never seen a man naked! Take off your clothes and kneel down and beg me like a whore, so you can live a little longer!"

The man who was explaining to her suddenly took off his polite coat, and he roared angrily and filial piety, losing his demeanor, like a beast.

"What are you doing? Wald? It's not your master this time. Although we have fallen to cannibalism, at least we have to tell the truth, right?"

A man next to him gave him an elbow in dissatisfaction, and Wald turned back and punched him in the face. But there was no blood gushing out, the man who was beaten picked up his fallen head, and then smiled calmly at Francesca.

"Don't be nervous," he said. "It's just a small price to pay for life. It's nothing. Well, well, you're the one who's in charge. Come on, Walder. If you want to do something else, hurry up. , we're still waiting for dinner."

Wald stepped forward panting, his eyes gleaming with greed: "Damn...there is such a beautiful woman? Hundreds of years, it's the first time I've seen it!"

With his waist on his back, he stretched out his hands in front of Francesca, and commanded with vigour: "Now, kneel!"

"You want me to kneel?"

Francesca raised her hand, and lightning surged from her palm in an instant, and struck Wald in an instant.

With a scream, Wald fell backwards, half of his body was shattered, and at this time, with the pillars exposed, he roared at An on the side: "What's the matter? Isn't she already wearing clothes that seal magic power? How can you still cast spells?!"

"Sealing magic power? This kind of thing is also suitable for sealing my magic power?"

Franceska panted heavily, tore off the skirt that was in the way, and her whole body floated up, her eyes seemed to be on fire, revealing an orange light.

Her voice reverberated in the hall like thunder: "No wonder I feel uncomfortable wearing this dress, I thought it was too tight... So you bastards were plotting against me from the beginning! You never thought of putting me in the Brotherhood of Warlocks!"

The scene became very ugly for a while, but other people did not react at all, and many people even put smiles on their faces. One shouted from the crowd: "We never said we were members of the Warlock Brotherhood! You cow!"

Ann calmly answered Wald's question on the side: "Isn't it better? She can break through the restrictions of the magic seal, which means that she and we are completely two spellcasting systems... keep yours Desire will be released later, Walder, I can make up for you with myself, as for now, kill her quickly."

She licked her lips and swallowed: "I can't help it anymore, she's so fragrant."

"Okay, I'll come from behind later, your ass is the best, Ann."

Wald jumped up from the ground with a mad laugh, and his shattered body healed in an instant, like plasticine separated by a child, roughly glued together. That strange dissonance made his face look a little more terrifying out of thin air.

"Okay, it's your turn, Elf. The woman has spoken, I won't kill you quickly. It's a pity, I wanted you to experience happiness before you die."

He smiled and took a step forward - and stopped there, motionless.

"Wald?" Ann frowned. "Stop playing, hurry up, or I'll come by myself."

Wald remains inactive.

"What?"

Someone in the naked crowd shouted in dissatisfaction, then stepped forward and patted Wald on the shoulder—the next second, Wald disappeared instantly. At the same time, the hall fell into darkness.