Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It was not the first time for Ratcha to leave the village, but it was the first time for him to travel with others.

The fisherman was a very mysterious traveling companion. He didn't talk often, and he was basically the one who helped clear the way along the way. Several times when they encountered several Vastayans when they were camping, he stepped in to solve them. Racha was surprised to find that,

The fisherman is actually quite accomplished at persuading others - he is very eloquent.

Sitting by the campfire, Racha quietly watched the flames burning on the firewood. The crackling sound did not sound monotonous to him. After all, he had never done such a thing before.

The footsteps of the fisherman came slowly. Racha looked up and saw that he was walking back carrying a big bright red fish with wet trousers. Noticing Racha's eyes, he grinned and said, "It's okay.

My skills are not new."

"This fish looks big. How did you catch it without a fishing rod?"

The fisherman took out the knife from his waist and said: "Fishermen can't just rely on fishing rods. You won't be able to catch many fish that way. I usually use a net with an adjusted mesh and place it above the stream to catch the larger ones."

Some fish swim over and get stuck. As for the small ones, just let them go. Sometimes you can catch something else."

He held the knife, exhaled, looked at the big bright red fish in front of him, and said to it: "I'm sorry, but we need you to spend this long night and journey."

After he finished speaking, he cut the knife and explained to Racha: "This is the tradition of my tribe. If you encounter wild animals and have to kill them, you must be respectful to them."

tribe.

Racha muttered that sentence. He knew that the fisherman was not an Ionian. He came to live in their village ten years ago. He was a nice person, but he was very lonely. And for the Ionians, he

Too tall and strong - the fisherman is more than two meters tall, and his muscles look like rocks.

After the fisherman finished processing the fish, he skewered it, placed it on the fire, and then waited patiently for it to be cooked.

"How long do you think it will take us to find someone willing to call the spirit for the village?" Racha asked.

He and the fisherman had two purposes for their journey. The first was to find a spirit caller who could communicate with the dead, at least to know who had done the killing. The second was to find a monk willing to save them. This was

It's something that only monks can do, no one else. Ionians are very persistent in this area.

"It's hard to say." The fisherman replied. He picked up the long sword that he was leaning on the tree trunk and put it on his lap. He rubbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand: "Maybe a month. Maybe a year."

"Does it take a year?"

The fisherman laughed.

"Racha, you may not know. But the spirit callers are very difficult to get along with, and they have been difficult to find in recent years. It is said that some people from the Balance Sect came to them in the past few years and said that they had broken the spirit.

The connection between the realm and the material world says that they are all evil spirits."

Racha said in surprise: "How could it be possible?! When Laye's grandmother turned into a wraith because of water in the coffin, a spirit caller solved the trouble for us! How could they be evil spirits?"

"That's a matter between practitioners, Racha. As for us ordinary people... let's just focus on the present. Come on, the fish is ready."

He handed the fish to Racha.

"Don't you want to eat?" Racha swallowed, but didn't pick it up.

"No, I don't eat fish." The fisherman replied seriously, and laughed out loud after seeing the dull expression on Ratcha's face: "I'm just kidding, I'm just not hungry."

While eating the fish, Racha thought to himself, the fisherman is not a difficult person to get along with.

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Ionia does not have a unified political power. It is a large piece of land connected to many small islands and various provinces. The vast majority of Ionians have never set foot outside their own villages in their lives, and Racha

Not only did he leave the village, he even crossed the province.

The fisherman was right. They had spent three months on the journey. They had crossed two provinces and arrived at Navoli, which was close to Presidio but still a little far away.

This is indeed the center of Ionia, and Racha felt ashamed of himself more than once because of his drab coarse clothes. But no one looked at him like a country bumpkin, not even once. Everyone they met on the road treated them with peace.

They, Racha is not an idiot, he thinks that it is probably related to the fisherman.

After all, he is more than two meters tall...

The fisherman stopped the hotel owner and asked: "Excuse me, I would like to ask if there are any famous monks in the local area? Also, do you know where there is a spiritual master?"

The boss is a middle-aged man. He must have been good-looking when he was young, so he looks very bookish when he is old. Compared to a boss, he looks more like a scholar in a long gown. He frowned and thought for a while: "

There are many guests and monks, but I'm afraid they don't accept external commissions. As for the spiritual summoners... I haven't heard their names for a long time."

Racha sighed in disappointment. The boss continued: "But I do know another person. He is a traveler and a knowledgeable scholar. Maybe you can gain something from him."

"With all due respect, boss, but scholars don't know how to summon spirits," the fisherman said.

The boss laughed: "No, no, no, he is not a scholar in the traditional sense... Well, how should I put it? Although it is a bit hard to say, the local practitioners are afraid of him. Please forgive me, I can't

Say too much. Otherwise, they will cause trouble."

The fisherman nodded thoughtfully, and paid the boss a little extra money as a token of his gratitude. The boss initially accepted it with a smile, and then gave them an extra dish.

Racha couldn't suppress the smile on his face as he ate the hot food. Although the venison and fish were both good, he still wanted to eat something hot. The chef at this hotel should be very good at his craftsmanship, at least better than before.

The store where I stayed was much better. The owner of that store hired a Vastaya cook to make money, and the dishes he cooked were very sweet.

You don't want to know what a sweet serving of beef tastes like, trust me.

After dinner, the fisherman asked for two more rooms. After asking the scholar's specific location, they were ready to set off. When they were about to leave, the boss stopped them.

"Please forgive me, but I forgot to mention it before. The scholar raised a white wolf, and he called her Feng. You'd better have some respect for that wolf... The last person who went to find him was

Because she said the wolf was a dog, she chased him all over the street."

"He raises wolves?"

"Yes, in fact, he has a very good relationship with animals. Strangely enough, I have never seen a person walking on the street followed by a group of cats, dogs, and a group of birds that came from nowhere. They all followed him.

Behind him. It's really weird."