Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After bidding farewell to the demon hunters 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 power on their bodies was simply conspicuous. But He Shenyan

For the time being, he was not interested in exchanging knowledge with these colleagues. After what happened with Strigob, he temporarily had a low impression of the mages in the world.

The sun gradually climbed into the sky, and he strolled on the road in the upper town of Novigrad. It was quiet and beautiful, with trees everywhere and flowers he couldn't name growing wildly on the roadside. The men and women who walked by were all wearing silk.

As before, they still turned a blind eye to He Shenyan. The black-robed mage walked through the upper city alone, his eyes not paying attention to the majestic buildings and the noble lady who moved out the sofa and held a tea party in the garden in front of her villa.

people.

Finally, he shook his head, turned around and left. He went straight to Xiacheng District. This place was completely a different world than before. People were naked, the road was muddy, and beggars and homeless people could be seen everywhere.

It was just noon and there were many scantily clad women standing in the shadows of the alleys soliciting customers. They smiled and responded to every man who passed by with a wanton laugh, but their eyes were deeply numb.

Some men with short-handled hammers and daggers hanging from 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 weathered many years of wind and rain, but although they were old, they were not dirty. Apparently someone cleaned them carefully every day. There was a statue placed on the stone bricks in front of the door.

People coming and going will slow down and give a respectful glance when passing this statue. No matter they are men or women, regardless of race.

The base of the statue is flat and made of stone. There are three women standing on it, a carefree and smiling girl, a mature pregnant woman, and a hunched old woman. He Shenyan stands on

Looking carefully under the statue, he saw a crying woman running under the statue of the old woman, sobbing and shaking. She was stroking the old woman's robe, kneeling on the dirt-filled ground and murmuring in pain.

: "Oh! Goddess! Please tell him to stop hitting me..."

He Shenyan stood behind her and could see the bruise on the woman's neck. He was silent for a while, cast a low-level healing spell on her, and attached a little bit of magic power to her body to ensure that she would not

He was hurt. After doing all this, he removed the little trick and walked into the door of the temple like a normal person. Several nuns in black were busy cleaning the ground, and he heard vague sounds from

came from behind the temple.

A nun saw him and hurriedly came to greet him: "Good day! Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Hello."

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

Mammy looked at him blankly, and after a while, she suddenly laughed: "Sir, you must have come from a very far away place, I can see that. No matter it's your appearance or your problem, here is

Temple of the goddess Meriteri.”

"As for doctrine, we don't have that kind of thing. The goddess did teach us that we should be kind to others, tolerant, and helpful. But what we have been doing is not her request, but her expectation. At the same time, we also hope that we can become a better person.

good person."

The nun in black spoke eloquently. The wrinkles on her face slowly relaxed during 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."

In Mammy's opinion, this strange man in black robe just walked in, asked a strange question and then left. But to He Shenyan, this was more than just a strange question.

He once made a bet with a devil. The content of the bet was: Do you believe that no matter how bad the situation is, there will always be people who always maintain the good side of human nature?

Surprisingly, the devil believed it.

He smiled and looked back, with two stars shining in his eyes. He saw the back through the wall in front of the temple. Behind that was a small hospital, where many female priests were busy giving free medical treatment to the poor.

Treatment, and many people who are suffering from mental pain are talking to a certain priest. They do all this without asking for anything in return.

He Shenyan felt that he must understand this goddess and her religion.

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A bald, slender man was humming a song and placing the piles of books on the trolley into categories. His name was Balk, and he was the owner of this medium-sized bookstore. The bookstore was located in the Patriarch's Square and had no name.

, and there is no signboard. But everyone who comes here is deeply impressed by it. Unlike those so-called 'reading salons' that follow the trend nowadays, this place is really just a bookstore. Apart from books, there are no other services.

"jingle."

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

Ann, guest. Balk Twillens."

"Good day, please be careful what you say."

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

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

Krona.”

He Shenyan moved his fingers, and the book flew down on its own. 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, there are not many customers. You are the first one I have had in the 21 years since I opened the bookstore." Balk said.

"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 a little offensive, please forgive me." Balk paused and then continued: "Because mages are usually only busy getting close to the king and the mayor. Even if they buy books, they will not come to me to buy them."

"I agree with the first part... As for the second part, wouldn't I just come?" He Shenyan made a little joke. He took out a white cloth bag from his arms, which contained the contents of the dwarf bank he dropped by.

The money in exchange. He grabbed a handful of money, no more, no less, exactly twenty-five pieces.

"Thank you." Balk accepted the money and put it in the corner of the trolley without looking at it. He hesitated for a while and then asked: "I don't understand, as a mage, why would you..."

"Maybe it's because I'm different." He Shenyan winked at him, took the book and went out.