Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Is there anything between you and Calanthe, eh?"

The witcher's question made the wizard turn his head, and they were sitting in an inn, drinking.

"I don't think I would believe it if I said it wasn't for you. But in fact, there isn't."

"She doesn't act like it's okay with you."

He Shenyan smiled helplessly: "Look, I knew you wouldn't believe it. But it didn't. I just cast a spell to make her feel so good about me..."

Speaking of this, he was a little depressed: "I haven't used this spell for too many years, so the magic power that may be used is slightly more..."

The witcher smiled contentedly when he got the answer he wanted, and said, "You know what? You've been getting your name all over the streets lately, and I can even hear people talking about you as I walk down the street. ."

"What did they say?"

"Say you are a rare, unafraid of kingship, just and righteous, handsome and charming mage."

"Geralt, these are all good words. But I don't feel any kindness coming out of your mouth."

He picked up the glass and tasted the cold and bitter liquor inside.

It has been more than a month since they left Sintra, and the queen is said to be furious about it. The mage said that he had dispelled the magic that was cast on her, and she should not have reacted in this way. The witcher just laughed it off, he felt that the mage had no idea what he looked like, and he happened to be the one that ladies liked.

The witcher said he was going to Wengerburg, but he didn't say why. The mage let him go. He didn't plan to travel any longer, and went directly back to the mage tower through the portal.

The inside of his tower was still neat and clean, and the firewood in the stove seemed to never run out, and they kept burning, as if they were going to be covered in flames until the end of time.

Francesca, the fair elf sat at the long table. She has no image in one hand, grabbing a few bites of bread from time to time, and writing hard with a pen in the other hand. Andrea sat beside her, reading from time to time the words she had written and commenting on them one by one.

The elf, who was probably several times the age of the girl, had no problem with this, and she even brought a sense of respect to Andrea. The mage deliberately made footsteps to remind them that they had come back.

After getting the welcome he wanted, he came to the long table and sat down.

The mage said, "How did you learn? I'm going to do a little check... Let's start with you, Ms. Francesca."

Elf stood up suddenly, she picked up her notebook, and solemnly handed it to the mage, considering her previous performance, her current appearance is quite interesting.

"No, no, you don't have to show it to me. This is your notebook, the first person you ask when you encounter a problem. I just want to know how well you understand the release of magic power." He Shenyan said.

Francesca took out an oak wand, which was also He Shenyan's work. She held the wand, and the magic inside her poured into the wand, releasing a soft glow at the tip.

He Shenyan nodded: "It's not enough, based on your previous spellcasting experience, you can do better."

"Yes... teacher." She glanced at the mage quietly when she said this, and couldn't help smiling when she saw that he had no objection. Francesca said, "But I'm not too afraid to unleash that magic here."

"It's okay, just use it."

The mage didn't tell her that she had more than thirty large-scale protection spells in this tower... Frankly speaking, if the earth is destroyed, this tower will continue to exist.

His encouragement caused the elf to let go of her hands and feet a little, and she put down her wand and turned to more direct hands as a medium. The mage nodded again.

Wands are good, but how can they beat hands?

Francesca's face became serious, and the light blue magic power gradually condensed in her right hand. It was the magic power of chaos. There was no doubt that she had borrowed the elemental power of this world as one of the sources of her spells. Funny, but also effective. Anything that reduces the cost of casting spells is encouraged.

The water element from the atmosphere gradually turned into a water ball, and He Shenyan could see that she was struggling. The water polo began to spin slowly, and the inside gradually turned into frost, but the outside was still a thin layer of water curtain. The elf's complexion turned from flushing to pale, and she was almost unable to control it, but she still did not let go.

She's showing off. The wizard smiled. He really wanted to see what Francesca could do.

Generally speaking, transitioning between elements is not a high-end trick. But what she did was to take out part of another element and turn it into another while another element existed. In doing so, the difficulty would increase exponentially. And it has no other use except dazzling skills, in normal spell use. You either freeze your enemies with ice or burn them to death with fire.

Or, alternately use one after the other, and no one will freeze the enemy first and then convert the ice directly into fire. That is too inefficient, and the consumption between the overflow of mana and the transformation will cause the power of the spell to decrease. What's more, sometimes all it takes is ice to solve the problem.

Franceska didn't stop. While maintaining the water curtain and frost, she turned half of the water on the surface into burning flames. This small sphere has both frost, water, and fire in it.

Can she continue?

Franceska took a deep breath, the paleness on her face turned into an abnormal blue-gray, and excess magic power poured out of her body, she almost fell to the ground, but she still relied on a surge from out of nowhere. Strength kept him in shape. A small lightning flashed across the surface of the water curtain, and she was unable to sustain it any longer, and finally fell to the ground.

The flames, frost and lightning in the sphere started to get out of control. They roared recklessly. When they were about to fully release their power, they were picked up by one hand~www.readwn.com~ The mage held the sphere with one hand. , like holding a toy. He tapped the ball with his index finger, and the sphere began to change.

The flames subsided, the lightning disappeared, and the frost melted back into a stream of water. The water polo was slowly spinning in his hand, and the mage said, "Sometimes, complexity doesn't mean good things. Just like now, a simple water polo can do a lot of things."

Franceska, who was sitting on the ground, widened her eyes. She saw that the water polo in the mage's hand gradually began to rotate, and every stream of water in it turned into a high-speed oscillating water jet, and there was a dense and low humming sound in the air. He threw the water polo at Francesca, and the elf closed her eyes in despair. She knew how powerful this thing was just by looking at it. The human body was just a toy in front of it.

However, the imagined pain did not come, but a kind of warmth permeated the whole body.

She opened her eyes and found that the water balloon had expanded several times, covering her whole body. Gone were the raging water-blade within them, replaced by a warmth that continued to heal her pure magic.

He Shenyan walked upstairs and dropped a sentence: "Look well and study hard."