Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v14 Chapter 54 carnival (1)

On an isolated island far away from the civilized world, a group of luxuriously dressed men and women are holding a special banquet and meeting in a castle, all with masks on their faces.

The castle is located in the center of the isolated island, among those layers of virgin forests. It is at the top of a mountain, with ivory-white walls and spires dotted with mermen's luminous pearls. There are five halls, which can accommodate seven hundred people.

The interior is magically expanded, and the interior is incredibly luxurious. No secular castle can compare to this place, which is synonymous with luxury.

A tapestry of intricate patterns hangs on the walls of the hall, the glass of each window is stained glass, and in addition to the magic chandelier overhead to keep the light on, there are many candlesticks that seem to never go out to provide a light source in the hall. It is worth mentioning that there are no tables here.

Maybe it's because the food hasn't been served yet?

"Things aren't going well."

A man said, wearing a black tight top with lace embellishments on the cuffs and collar. The belt looks unpretentious, but it is made of deep-sea whale skin.

He swayed the wine in the glass, and the East East from Toussaint swayed in the glass wall, brewing an attractive bright red. The magic chandelier hanging from the ceiling is exuding brilliance.

"Wigfortz is dead," he continued. "Although we are indeed considering whether to incorporate him into the organization, he is already dead, and everything has become empty talk. It's a pity that he is the only one who has qualified for this century."

"Want to avenge him?"

Another woman asked, she was in good shape, wearing a red dress, dragged to the ground. Solid gold earrings gleamed on her lobes, and a pearl necklace draped around her neck made her neck more slender...and alluring.

The woman raised her neck, and didn't mind that this action exposed her bosom to a great spring, and her skin seemed to be glowing. She said slightly arrogantly, "While Wygfortz is of little importance to us, he is still a mage..."

"It's a warlock."

The man who spoke earlier corrected the vocabulary she used, and was greeted with ridicule from another man. This one's dress is much more casual, he is only wearing a white robe, other than that there is no decoration.

"You're still so obsessed with vocabulary, Julian. I thought you should have broken this habit three hundred years ago. Does it make any difference whether it's a sorcerer or a wizard? They're all under our control anyway."

The man called Julian glanced coldly at the talking white robe: "Keep your mouth shut, Pansy."

"Oh? Otherwise, what do you want?"

Pansy pursed his lips meanly, his high cheekbones made his expression even meaner, and those green eyes were full of smiles: "Today is a party day, my dear Julian. Keep your temper down, the main dish hasn't been served yet."

The woman coughed, and her long golden hair was pulled back by her. There are a total of thirty people in the entire hall, and they are all talking in twos and threes like them. They seem to be orderly, but the woman knows that everyone is actually waiting for the main course.

Her cough managed to attract the attention of Julian and Pansy, after all, they were both men. When such a stunner is standing by his side, it is difficult for a man not to be attracted to her.

She is too deadly to men, whether it is her white and tender earlobes, her seductive, lustrous red lips, or the parts below her neck that cannot be described in detail.

"Stop talking about Wingfords, my friends. I just want to know who's the main dish this time?"

"A genie, I think... ah." Julian nodded. "Franceska Findabey. Yes, that's her."

The woman covered her lips in surprise: "Isn't she the only one who is qualified? Wegfords is dead. It's fine if we don't take her in, so why should we take her as the main dish?"

"She doesn't cast spells in the same way as we do, so, unfortunately, Velonka. She can't get into the organization. And we're interested in why she's able to do that."

Veronka put down the hand covering his lips, giggled, and put his arm on Julian's shoulder. The boneless touch made his heart sway, and then, Veronka deliberately stretched it and looked very charming. The sound entered his ears.

"Oh, don't be kidding, my dear Julian. What have I to regret? It's too late for me to be happy."

Pansy on the side looked at Veronka licking her lips with fiery eyes, looking very hungry, his eyes kept spinning on Veronka's arm on Julian's body and her neck, with an expression on his face. Convulsions, looking very frantic.

Julian's throat rolled up and down, he raised his hand and wanted to hold Veronka's hand, but the latter took a step back without a trace, making him unable to get what he wanted.

She turned her head with a smile and asked Pansy beside her, "Pansy, we haven't seen each other in seventy years, right? What have you been doing lately? You went to the bottom of the sea for a vacation again?"

"...No, it's not. Have you forgotten, Veronka? I've been in charge for a hundred years, and I'm responsible for the normal operation of the organization. Money, people, and brainwashing and psychological cues. Something like that. I'd like to find some time on vacation too."

When he heard the three words of the principal, Veronka's eyes lit up for a moment. She quickly left Julian who was standing there, hugged Pansy's arm like a snake, and then pressed him tightly. The whole body was pressed against him.

"Do you have to use your body as a bargaining chip to please men?"

A cold female voice interrupted the conversation between them, and the person who came was wearing a long black dress. UU reading www. uukanshu.com Her voice immediately made Velonka's expression gloomy - but only for a moment.

When she turned her head, she was already smiling.

"Ah, Yin Weite! It's been a long time, dear!"

"I don't want to have a long-lost drama with you, a viper..."

The sorceress known as Yin Weite has short black hair and blue eyes with undisguised disgust: "You are always like this, on the surface you are gentle and polite to everyone, friendly and gentle, in fact, You're just a viper waiting for someone to turn and devour him."

"It's rude to say that, Yin Weite."

The smile on Veronka's face remained undiminished: "Also, you're not much better yourself, aren't you? At least you're still coming to our banquet."

She bit the word banquet very hard.

"Ladies, there's no need to argue."

Julian stepped forward and stopped the drama they were about to start. This kind of drama will come to every meeting, as long as they meet. He's already tired of it, and he can't say whether he hates Vironka more or Yin Weite more.

He knew what the former was, but he was still fascinated by her beauty. As for the latter, she pretended to be innocent, and often showed an image of a strong woman who did not rely on men at all. However, she relied on her teacher to enter the organization.

Thinking of this, he smiled abruptly—what am I thinking? Could it be that I am more noble than them?

Looking at the two sorceresses who had calmed down, he looked around the splendid hall, and his expression became impatient.

No one in this hall is noble, they are all here for one thing.

To eat.