Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan didn't just want to go to the deep sea on a temporary basis - in fact, when he first came to Runeterra, there were several powerful local consciousnesses who briefly communicated with him.

One of them, named Nagakapoulos. She once invited the mage to go to the deep sea to talk to her, but he refused.

She has many names among those who make a living on the sea, including Snake Mother, Big Sea Beast, Bearded Lady... Apart from the last slightly ridiculous name, no one has ever known the true identity of Naga Kapoulos.

I don't know. But the meaning she represents and the creed practiced by her followers make the mage very interested.

Nagakapoulos represents many things in the mouths of her followers. She is not only the god of life, but also the supreme beast that urges the sky and sea to allow. She has a very strict character and believes that everyone should accept trials to find

The true meaning of life--the true meaning in her opinion, is movement.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a sport.

It is the 'movement of life', everything changes, and only in change does life have its meaning.

He Shenyan has no intention of questioning or dismantling the philosophy embraced by an ancient being. Everyone has their own set of standards for measuring the world, and it would be too boring if everyone was the same.

With a burst of blue light, his figure appeared in the deep sea. The huge trench under 10,000 meters was extremely dark, and the sun could not shine here. He Shenyan floated in the water leisurely, the cold sea water

Not a drop could get his robe wet.

A sea beast several hundred meters in size seemed to wake up from its slumber due to his arrival. It spat out a series of bubbles from its mouth and fled in panic. He Shenyan watched it go away calmly in the darkness.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A flash of light emerged, illuminating the seafloor that had not seen light for tens of millions of years due to the movement of the earth's crust.

This light announced his arrival.

An illusory spiritual body tentacle suddenly grew out from the bottom of the trench, and as it danced, a blue-green energy vortex gradually formed on the unknown seabed. With rules and forms of existence that are difficult for humans to understand, a human being cannot look directly at it.

The images gathered in front of the mage, and her voice was like the convergence of thunder and storm, extremely severe.

"I thought you wouldn't come." She said calmly, almost indifferently. "What's the matter, Master?"

"Is my identity so obvious?"

He Shenyan made a little joke, and a smile seemed to flash across Nagakapoulos' illusory face. She replied: "No, but I can see the essence of everyone. Your essence is that of a mage.

——I think it’s not wrong to call you this word.”

"Interesting abilities."

The mage nodded and did not let the pleasantries last too long. He quickly got to the point: "I want to ask you about those star spirits."

It's okay that he didn't say it. As soon as he mentioned the stars, this stern god immediately frowned.

"A group of ignorant and incompetent people are wasting their lives... They don't know how to make progress and regard mortals as dirt. Only two of them are satisfactory to me." Nagakapoulos said in a low voice.

He expressed his own opinion. "Only they are qualified to accept my trial, but I don't think they can pass it."

"Is this a high rating or a low rating?"

"I don't evaluate life." Nagakapoulos replied. "Only they themselves know the value of life, and the way they want to practice and the answers they need are hidden in my trials."

"Okay...Ms. Nagakapoulos, do you know where I should go to find them?" He Shenyan said with a smile.

If the Twilight Protoss thought she could string together a dozen different plots to make him dizzy, she was dead wrong. When faced with a tangled ball of yarn, the best thing to do is not one.

Dot untie it and get a new one instead.

"The residence of the protoss is outside this planet, and I don't know."

Nagakapoulos shook her head: "Perhaps you should ask the Dragon of Glory about this question. He will definitely be happy to tell you the answer. No one hates the protoss more than him."

He Shenyan smelled the flavor of the story.

However, he did not get to the bottom of it - that was not the main issue at the moment.

"Forget it, ma'am. They can't hide for long. Ah, by the way." He seemed to have suddenly remembered something and said with a smile. "Isn't the Soul Eating Night coming soon?"

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"May you find peace..."

A lame old pirate used his only good leg to kick out a coffin. It fell into the water and drifted away. The candle burning on the top of the coffin would go out in ten minutes.

At that time, the coffin might be swallowed by a sea monster, or it might just float like this forever.

Who knows?

Anyway, the old pirate doesn't know.

His movement made him take a breath. His old bones were too weak. But he had to do it. The Night of Souls was coming soon, and the dead could not stay on the dock. Otherwise, they would just get up again.

This is something that no one in Bilgewater can tolerate. During these days, there will be no new fights or vendettas, and no one will create new corpses. They will work together to put countless corpses into coffins.

, and then thrown into the sea.

That's right, Bilgewater practices burial at sea.

The old pirate wiped the sweat from his forehead and wiped it on his dirty clothes. The smelly sea breeze from passing by the slaughterhouse blew over, causing him to curse. No, no, no.

Jing's words made several young people standing behind him burst into laughter.

"Dirty mouth, your words are still so sharp." One of them smiled at him and threw a half-drunk bottle of wine from his arms.

Dirty Mouth was so old that he couldn't even use his eyes very well, but he could still catch the flying wine bottle. He squinted at the wine bottle for a long time, and then said dissatisfiedly: "You can't get such cheap wine."

Are you willing to bring it to me to drink?"

"Whether you want to drink it or not!"

Dirty Mouth didn't say anything. He bit off the cork with his teeth and took a big sip. The bold drinking method caused a lot of wine to spill out and flow down his clothes.

"Old Dirty Mouth, have you seen Ms. Sarah recently?"

"No - even if there is, I won't tell you. You little bastard, can you even think about Ms. Sarah?" The old pirate cursed the young man who asked the question angrily. Neither did the other party.

Angry, he just touched his right arm sadly.

There was a tattoo there, which cost him a lot of money. It was a bust of a woman. She had flaming red lips, her red hair was as attractive as a rose, and her plump, white chest had a deep arc.

"How I want to see her again..." the young man sighed.