Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

At the same point in time, the same choice, let different you make a hundred choices, and this hundred times will probably create a hundred different you.

The memory of this Carter Leontones is very interesting. Before the age of twelve, his life was not far from the epidemic doctor He Shenyan knew, but after the age of twelve, it was very different. The reason is simply because he didn't finish his breakfast that morning.

His father started scolding him, and that's where the fun comes from. They are a magical world, and although they are relatively obscure and poor because of family magic, they are still considered middle-class. It's not like you can't afford a breakfast at all.

That morning, young Carter Leontones looked at the unfinished bacon and scrambled eggs on his plate, and heard his father's scolding in his ears. The anger that had been suppressed in his heart since he could remember erupted, this anger was so sudden, yet so powerful. Even let him directly stimulate his own magic.

——He killed his own father with his own hands, and then went out of control.

He Shenyan looked at all this with deep eyes. He flipped through the memories of Carter Leontones, as if watching a moving movie. His life advances or retreats with the mind of the mage, and the picture sometimes zooms in and sometimes shrinks. If Carter Leontones was still conscious, he would probably ask a question.

What are you going to do?

It's a pity that he couldn't ask - now he is just an idiot with his mouth open, drooling, and white eyes. His brain nerves have been completely destroyed, let alone consciousness, even being alive is a miracle. Soon, the magic raging in his brain would completely destroy the body's right to live.

He will forget to breathe and die.

Considering what Carter Leontones had done, He Shenyan didn't feel anything wrong.

So, what is He Shenyan going to do?

The answer is actually very simple, he is just looking for someone. A woman he knew, and Carter knew too.

Wanda.

The picture continued to fly, and the fragments of the memory were accurately extracted, and then directly saved by the tyrannical mental power. He Shenyan calmly and calmly dealt with Carter's memory and extracted the information he needed from it. Finally, in this year when Carter was thirty-seven years old, he met the person he wanted to see.

rainstorm.

The weather in London was always bad, and Carter thought he was used to it, but every time it rained, he couldn't help cursing. Nothing else, just his character.

At this moment, he is sitting in his laboratory conducting an epidemic experiment.

His family's system of black magic included a series of spells such as curses, plagues and driving beasts, and Carter was particularly fascinated by plagues. Every time he gazed at those bacteria through the microscope invented by mortals, he felt a deep shudder from the bottom of his heart.

Carter's hands are steady, and through magic, he manipulates a green fog of plague. He was approached by a black market buyer who said he needed a syphilis-based blight to destroy a woman for a hefty commission. Carter wasn't in the mood to care if the woman was innocent, he just needed the money.

So, for him, that's his job -- people don't usually feel good when they're interrupted.

Like now.

The doorbell from downstairs interrupted his movement, and Carter frowned, dispelling the fog of the plague, while taking off the suede gloves enchanted by Drewyn and tossing them on the table.

Damn, who would ring the doorbell at this time? Don't tell me it's those goddamn salesmen again...

He stepped on the creaky wooden floor, and the sound he made made him feel a pain in his teeth. The sound of rain outside the window added to this boredom, but when he opened the door, the beauty of the woman ringing the bell made his boredom disappear.

Only one of the most primitive emotions remains.

He stared fascinatedly at this strange woman, at her rain-drenched brown hair, emerald green, like a child's hole wrapped in a mist.

He almost lost his soul, however, before he could speak, he was slammed onto the wall of his house by a strange force.

His internal organs were almost displaced, Carter vomited a mouthful of blood, raised his head in a panic, trying to find the attacker, but found that the woman standing at the door was still glowing with scarlet light.

"Carter Leontones." He heard her indifferent voice. "Sishorn needs you."

who?

God damn it, did she just say... Sithone? ! I'm sick of my brain to get involved with that big ghost!

Carter felt that he was indeed a standard black magician, but he was not so black enough to have a relationship with Sithone. Having been in the magic world for so many years, he knows what to touch and what not to touch. He occasionally sells diseases and curses, and kills ordinary people. Kama Taj and Supreme Mage will not do anything to his little shrimp.

But if you get into a relationship with Sithawn...hehe.

He widened his eyes, ignoring the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth and the severe pain in his body, he stood up and wanted to run.

Carter, who specializes in diseases and curses, needs to be prepared. Under such a sudden attack without any warning, his strength is not stronger than that of an ordinary person. This is one of the reasons why he has been in England for so many years.

However, that woman would not let him run away so easily.

Scarlet energy burst out from the right hand, turning into a radiant brilliance, covering the entire room in an instant.

Kato said that he had escaped, and even his breathing became slow. Under such circumstances, he could feel the severe pain in his body even more. However, after the woman took out an ancient book from her bosom, the pain disappeared.

She threw the book at Carter's feet, as rigid as a manipulated puppet. Whether it was an illusion or not, Carter could always see some kind of sadness in her eyes. However, in just the next second, he was forced to kneel on the ground.

The ancient book in front of him opened automatically without wind, the pages rustled and quickly settled on one of the pages. There were ancient words from another dimension written on it with dark power, and the power belonging to Sithone was quickly imprinted in Carter Leontones' brain.

He watched all this happen in horror, as powerless as watching a sufferer whose girlfriend was taken away by Huang Mao in an NTR book. Moreover, his condition is even worse than that of the sufferer. The bitter master just lost his girlfriend, he didn't even have himself - Sithone's brand instantly transformed his self-will.

From that moment on, Carter Leontones, the original third-rate black magician, who sold the plague and provided the service of curse and murder, disappeared. In its place was a lunatic who slaughtered the entire world with the Dark Book of Gods.