I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Queen Freya, a wise being.

She has the blood of Niord flowing in her body, and she has the ability to be naturally supported by nature.

God King Frey has great power. He is a magician and a warrior.

Even once fought Odin.

As her blood relative, Queen Freya is different.

She is a pure magician with natural magic.

So she could see and feel the power of this magic power.

That's a joy.

An unprecedented feeling of joy.

That's when they find the person who can truly make them great.

It's not God King Frey or Odin, it's the person in front of him.

The great Witch King has the capital to let magic power sing his praises.

At its birth, Alfheim burst into joy.

The world awaits a king.

Not Queen Freya, she is a queen, a goddess.

The king of magic should be majestic and powerful.

John's appearance told Queen Freya the answer.

This was the man who kept Alfheim waiting.

She thought of her mother, the great god of nature.

The goddess born in Alfheim.

Like her, she seeks a man favored by magic and gets married, and the child they give birth to will become the true king of Alfheim.

Nathan felt anxious in the joy of reviving his magic power.

He didn't see anyone coming out.

Whether it was Queen Freya or John, he had to pay attention to them.

Finally after a while, he saw John appear.

Strangely, John walked very quickly.

The guards blocking the road no longer blocked the road this time. They used a friendly attitude to form an arch to let John pass.

This is a treatment that even Nathan, the elf sage, has not received.

"Sir Wick."

Nathan rushed to meet him.

His eyes fell on the source of magic, looking for traces of the queen.

"Queen Freya..."

"She was taking a bath in it."

John said calmly.

Nathan: "Take a bath?"

John didn't explain anything, anyway, Queen Freya would come out on her own later.

What John cares about now is the treasure Nathan mentioned.

Although the Witch King is worth a lot of money, he doesn't mind getting more good things.

"Now that it's done, isn't it time for you to fulfill your promise?"

John gently reminded Nathan that it doesn't matter if he is a few days late, as long as you remember.

Nathan looked confused, "This will take a few days."

"Then I'll go to the library first."

John glanced at the golden tree, as long as he could still remember it.

Nathan hesitated, it looked like the things were indeed very precious.

With the consent of Nathan, the elf sage, John could directly enter the golden tree.

The Elf Mother Tree changed with Alfheim.

According to legend, the first elf was born here, the mother of Queen Freya, the god of nature.

She is also the ruler of Alfheim and the first Elf Queen.

As Freya grew up, Alfheim became the best gift a mother could give her daughter.

John walked into the golden tree.

This place, which was only open to elves, exuded John's incomparable welcome.

Among the golden trees, countless histories written by elves are engraved on the trees, and paper made from the leaves of the elf mother tree records the magic of the elves.

They float.

John touched a book, which was "Ten Thousand Years in the Future" written by an elf sage.

It records conversations between sages and prophets, and many of the prophecies revealed have been fulfilled.

"Predicting a major event for ten thousand years?"

John turned a page at random.

"The brutal conqueror brought the war to Alfheim, and the evil executioner was the sharpest weapon in his hand."

This is the prophecy of Odin's conquest of the nine kingdoms.

John's expression was solemn. This prophet really had amazing prophetic abilities.

Even Odin's conquest of the nine kingdoms was predicted.

Judging from the time the prophet existed, Odin did not appear during that period.

Grab the book and it will come in handy for those things John is studying about destiny.

The library contains more books than any other library on earth.

There are many things about prophecy and destiny in Alfheim.

It was this knowledge that John was primarily looking for.

He quickly absorbed this fascinating knowledge.

And the magic of ancient elves.

The magic of elves is similar to that of mages.

They all rely on obtaining energy from the outside to use magic.

The difference is that the mage borrows from multiple dimensions and exchanges different magical help at different prices.

The elves, however, obtain energy directly from Alfheim.

They have an innate connection with the source of magic.

Similar to a marking magic.

Hogwarts has the same magic.

There is a pen and a book as the basis for the search for the emergence of the wizard.

After enrolling in Hogwarts, the little wizard will be marked and have a mysterious connection.

The same principle applies to the Marauder's Map.

John has used this magic before.

Within the confines of Alfheim, elves can gain more power.

Even if they cross over to other countries, this connection will appear on the elves regardless of distance.

There are advantages and disadvantages.

The connection is so deep that the elf cannot leave his homeland.

John thought of another such creature.

vampire.

Wizard vampires to be exact.

Vampires need to take the soil of their homeland with them so that they can sleep and gain strength.

He knew a vampire named Xueni, who often carried soil from his hometown in his pocket.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts, it is mentioned that finding the soil in the vampire's hometown and sweeping it away can make the vampire weak.

Closer to home.

For John, the magic of elves is more of a reference value.

Those long chants and the like are not necessary in the wizard's opinion.

Singing is to communicate the magic elements in nature, and the wizard relies on the magic in the body to produce changes, so some steps can be omitted.

John walked into the library and stayed there for several days.

When he came back to his senses, he started to feel a little strange.

"Why are no elves coming?"

There are elven buildings inside the golden book that are natural.

This is clearly not a place just for one person.

The strange thing is that when John stayed here for several days, not a single elf came.

Although it was very convenient for reading, John couldn't remember that he said not to disturb him.

John felt very strange. After he had the idea to see what was going on, he finally saw the second living person besides himself.

Nathan the Sage walked into the Golden Tree.

"Sir Wick." Sage Nathan looked strange.

He saw that all around John were books about prophecies and destiny.

There were even some that he, the elf sage, had never seen.

John was sitting on a chair, with books surrounding him, giving Nathan the illusion that John was the master of Alfheim.

Gold has a color that makes elves and dragons feel excited.

Those lights fell on John, highlighting the nobility and majesty of this king that people dare not look directly at.

"Sage Nathan?" John shifted his gaze from the book in his hand. In the ancient elven language, sometimes one word can mean multiple meanings.

John needs some serious watching too.

Nathan's arrival was a reminder to John.

"It seems the time has come."

John stretched lazily in his chair.

The green wizard's robe contrasts sharply with the gold.

John didn't hate the color green, Slytherin's color was green.

As if receiving instructions, the books began to fly away from here.

John stepped on the suspended stairs, which was a piece of carved stone.

He walked up to Nathan and said calmly: "Let's go."

"Sir Wick," Nathan said, "I am here to tell you that I will offer Alfheim's most precious existence today."

"I know." John raised his eyebrows and said, "You must have put a lot of effort into convincing your queen."

Since it is the most precious thing, Nathan also needs to listen to more people's opinions before giving it away.

John thought of course.

Unexpectedly, Nathan looked strange, "It didn't take too much effort."

"Huh?" John was surprised.

Are elves so generous?

He remembered the literature records that elves were quite stingy.

But no matter what, since I want to be less troublesome.

John happily took his things and left.

During this time, he could not read all the books in the library.

But it also gained him a lot.

On the way to the palace in the Kingdom of Elves, Nathan asked tentatively: "Sir Wick, what do you think of Queen Freya?"

"She contains amazing magic in her body." John commented, "Although I have not seen her magic, the magic around her is happier than other people's magic."

Nathan: "..." That's not what I want to hear.

He didn't give up and asked again: "What about removing the magic?"

"Except for magic?" John asked with a doubtful look on his face, "As the queen of Alfheim, is it possible that her strength is not the most important thing?"

"Uh..." Nathan was speechless.

As an eloquent example among elf sages, he found it very difficult to face John's attitude.

To give him such a task, it would be better to let him trick a boy in a certain village into becoming a brave man.

"I mean, externally." Nathan reminded gently.

external?

After careful consideration, John commented pertinently: "She has the consciousness of being a king to be able to sacrifice for her people."

Queen Freya is willing to devote herself to the source of magic for the elves.

If nothing else, at this point, she gave John some respect.

Nathan felt powerless.

Just like asking him to pick up a cactus without a flower pot, John's dull sense made it impossible for him to do it.

"I'm talking about appearance."

"Appearance?" John was stunned, "I don't know what the evaluation standards are among your elves."

After all, the elves are full of handsome men and beautiful women, and even finding a few ugly ones is difficult.

But John was really impressed by Queen Freya's similar appearance to Daphne.

"According to my standards..."

Nathan looked at John expectantly.

"She's beautiful," John said.

Finally got the answer I wanted.

Yeah, very similar to Daphne.

Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not hopeless.

He smiled and said, "It's just ahead. The most precious existence in Alfheim is there."

John quickened his pace upon hearing this.

When he stepped into the palace, many eyes looked at him.

It’s elves, lots of elves.

"You are finally here, the new king of Alfheim."

When John was confused about the situation, Queen Freya at the top slowly walked down.

She looked at John and said, "My husband."

"Click."

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