Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v14 Chapter 57 waste of talent

The sea breeze blows, the dark clouds are blown away by the breeze, and the moonlight overflows on the cliff.

He Shenyan stood in front of the cliff with his hands behind his back, looked at the scenery below, and said calmly: "You are not good at learning, Ms. Franceska. You have shamed the skills I gave you, and you can be used by a piece of art. Clothes bound?"

They had already left the hall full of corpses, and the elf's expression became much calmer, but when she heard this sentence, she blushed instantly.

Simple shame is often the most misleading of words.

She stammered, "I—I was just being careless."

"Yes, I was careless for a while." He Shenyan nodded. "You were careless and put yourself in danger, you were careless and almost killed, you were careless... Almost made a group of crazy mages who lost their bottom line to gain my memory."

He turned his head, no longer just showing Francesca his profile, but a full face, the expression on that face was extremely indifferent.

"Have you continued to meditate after leaving Andrea's class and my mage tower?"

"......No."

"In 1250, I gave you this skill. Lady Francesca Findabey, it is 1264, and your beauty has not been damaged in the slightest by time, and has even become more beautiful. But your magic has not grown at all."

"Fourteen years..." He Shenyan stared at her, as if looking at an empty body. "It really disappointed me."

The female elf's face turned from blue to white, and He Shenyan shook his head and stopped paying attention to her. Saving her was just a matter of convenience, just like taking some memories from her mind that she needed.

After a while, she whispered, "It is true that I neglected to practice, but I just didn't meditate. I have practiced other spells."

"Of course, otherwise you wouldn't have been invited into the so-called core organization of the Warlock Brotherhood, would you?"

He Shenyan's face sneered: "Although I can't ask everyone to stay away from the mundane and politics as much as I do, I'm astonished by your enthusiasm, Ms. Francesca. If you're right Magic has half your passion for politics, and you could kill them all by yourself in that hall."

"You don't understand, Mr. He..."

After a long silence, the elf sighed.

"I have to make myself politically useful so that my compatriots don't get killed by humans bit by bit. My request is very simple, I just want the elves to have a city again, a city with only elves. Compared to our former identity, I don't think this requirement is excessive."

"Stop."

He Shenyan raised his hand: "I'm not interested in listening to you betray your misery—I don't care either. In fact, I'm not here to save you, so you can let go of your self-confidence in your heart."

"...you read my mind again?"

"No, I just saw it in your right hand when you were about to pull off your clothes - I'm not interested in you, actually, my elf allergy isn't over yet... let's be honest , Francesca."

He didn't address her first lady.

"You have absolutely no idea what the knowledge I've taught you will enable you to do, and your so-called political demands are just **** compared to them."

He Shenyan was blunt and vulgar: "You really have water in your brain, and the water has not been discharged yet. Do you think I'm disappointed that you didn't continue to meditate? No, it's my vision for you. Disappointed. You could have gone further, but you've made yourself a mortal complicit in the world."

"Why waste talent?"

He shook his head, opened a portal and left. Leaving Francesca alone, holding her skirt, she stood there, doubting life.

At first, she wondered if her beauty was still attractive to a man, otherwise why would he not be interested at all? However, He Shenyan's last sentence echoed repeatedly in the mind of the elf.

Yeah, why waste talent?

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip. I suddenly realized how wrong I had gone to the top of the Brotherhood of Warlocks for the past fourteen years to attend the royal banquets of kings. As He Shenyan said - she is indeed wasting talent.

He Shenyan did not choose to go back to the hotel directly, and what was happening in Novigrad couldn't escape his eyes. There's a war going on there, and judging by the direction, ordinary people are about to win.

Tomorrow morning, councillors, mayors, and kings, they will be surprised to see a piece of information presented by the intelligence officers on their desks. The councilor will be afraid, the mayor will panic, and report to the king. And the king, he would be terrified at the same time as angry.

Thinking of this, he smiled. The mage floats on top of a mountain, far away from people. The howling of wolves came from the forest below him. The moon was bright tonight, and the wolves were expressing their emotions.

Wolves always howl at night, and that's how they connect and communicate with each other. And on the night when the moon appears, they will also be louder, after all, this is a world with werewolves.

He Shenyan sat down cross-legged, turned his right hand, and the blue gem appeared in his palm again.

how long will it take?

He watched it closely, turning it over carefully. There were stormy waves in the gem immediately, as if there was an entire ocean inside. In fact, if you were to call it the ocean, you would be right. Just add an adjective in front of it.

It was a sea of ​​time. Bound by the magic power of the mage, let his spiritual tentacles roam in it, looking for an exact time, a time that will allow him to achieve his purpose.

"1240 BCE."

He recited this coordinate silently, his eyes pierced through the sea of ​​time, echoing inside the gem. Half of the blue gem had turned black, and the transformation made him sigh. It's so fast that once the gem is completely black, he'll probably have to give it up.

Otherwise, the time sea of ​​inner riots will break through the barrier shaped into gems. At that time, there will be a large number of people or creatures who suddenly return to their ancestors in this world. Then he was to blame.

Just imagine the sudden appearance of a giant elephant in the city, humans degenerating into what they were when they first arrived on the mainland, giant trees suddenly appearing on the ground, and the air is filled with poisonous spores again...

Tsk, if this is the case, then this place should inform the Empire to come.

Although it didn't take long to condense the second gem, he had to start the calculation again... Thinking of this, the mage sighed irritably.

"Hell, if only I had the Time Stone," he murmured. "Strange, you lucky bastard."