Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Really? That's good."

The man smiled gently. This laughter seemed to have magic power. It directly dispelled the coldness brought by the ghost and brought the old dirty mouth back to the human world. He walked out of the darkness, his face still blurry, and then he

The green gem was stuffed into Old Dirty Mouth's arms.

"We agreed that this is your reward - in addition, what you do is very meaningful, old gentleman. I personally admire people like you who dare to turn around."

He patted Old Dirty Mouth's shoulder, and a warm current flowed in from there, making his rickety back straighten. His right leg, which was originally bent and dragged on the ground, made a gurgle sound. The bones reset and became broken.

His nerves and scars were reset. Even his sore shoulders and blurred vision improved.

"What...what is this?"

The old pirate raised his hand in disbelief. His vision had never been so clear, and his health had never been so good.

"A gift, I hope you still like it." He heard the man's smiling voice, and then he disappeared together with the ghost who had taken back his name.

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The ghost named Pike led him through the streets and alleys of Bilgewater. He was a local and was very familiar with this place. He Shenyan watched the way he walked with interest, and the ghost walked straight through

The wall left a series of wet footprints on the ground.

How interesting, He Shenyan thought.

A vengeful soul with self-awareness, shaped by the sea.

They crossed the winding streets and passed several slowly flowing underground rivers. All the way they arrived at a tavern in the lower city. This place was dirty and chaotic - this was also the eternal tone of the lower city of Bilgewater. Here,

There is a self-evident truth: the higher the place, the higher it is.

This has something to do with Bilgewater's geographical environment. In short, those really clean and tidy streets and elegant enjoyment are all in the upper city.

People with a little money in their pockets would often visit taverns or brothels in the upper city to have fun and drink wine. Then within a few days they would return to the port in the lower city to join a life-or-death voyage. If they came back alive, they would

Again.

The signboard of the tavern in front of them was very old, made of sea animal bones nailed to a wooden sign. The name was very catchy, it was called Lard Skin - God knows why a tavern had this name.

Pike stood in front of the door, quietly listening to the noise coming from inside. The sound of wine glasses clinking against each other, the frivolous laughter of the waitress, the rough roars of the men and the screams of pain from some people because of failed gambling.

"This is it." He lowered his head and said. "The hidden stronghold of the Baru people..."

"It doesn't look like that - well, I thought they would find a quieter and cleaner place." He Shenyan raised his eyebrows and raised his fingers, making the sewage winding at the door disappear. He looked

It seems to be standing on the ground, but in fact it is always floating.

"No one can understand the thoughts of the Baru people." Pike replied in a cold voice. "And, I don't understand why you came to them."

"Just being entrusted by others..."

The mage smiled vaguely at Pike: "Our deal is completed, Pike. You can do what you want to do."

The soul who died unjustly looked at him steadily, and after a long time he asked a question: "Why did you save me?"

"I didn't save you, you saved yourself - you were unwilling to die like this, and your consciousness became connected with the thousands of souls who died unjustly in the sea. The sea sent you back."

Pike nodded blankly: "...Yes, is that so?"

"It's much more than that." He Shenyan patiently explained to him. "Of course they will ask you to avenge them - Parker, be mentally prepared. You may be associated with this port city for the rest of your life.

, until your soul is destroyed, you will be here hunting those scum and scum."

He grinned. Even though Pike was already a dead man, he still felt a chill running down his spine: "...and it happens to be everywhere here."

The ghost left silently, and starting tonight, his hunting officially begins.

He Shenyan stood at the door of the Lard Skin Tavern with his hands behind his back, not choosing to enter.

If this place didn't always smell like fish, he would have gone in. Just like the time with Geralt, they listened to the sailors singing in the tavern and spent half a pleasant time with the local sheriff.

One night. However, the fishy smell here is a bit too strong.

He snapped his fingers, and the fluctuations of magic power spread gently, extending all the way to the underground of the tavern. Not long after, the door of the tavern was opened.

A strong woman came out, carrying a golden statue on her shoulders. The size was slightly larger than a wine barrel, but the weight was many times greater.

Even if her gender is not considered, from a human perspective, her physique is amazing. He Shenyan raised his eyebrows. According to his calculations, this priest of the Baru people is at least two and a half meters tall, with exposed

The two arms are extremely strong, with muscles bulging high, and a sense of beauty of strength naturally emerges.

"Your Excellency..." She spoke cautiously, her voice low but not unpleasant. "Who is it?"

"A messenger."

He Shenyan found that he liked to mislead people more and more with such ambiguous language. This kind of bad taste would make people's faces look puzzled, and they would think and try to solve the mystery thrown out by him.

The mage had to admit that he had indeed become the Riddler he hated most before.

As expected, confusion appeared on the face of the priestess: "But... I can clearly sense Nagakapoulos' aura."

"Ah, yes, I am here to deliver the letter for her."

He Shenyan clapped his hands and called out a blue-green tentacle in the eyes of the priestess who became increasingly confused. The moment she caught a glimpse of the tentacle, the priestess lowered her head piously. Naga Kapoulos

Her teachings do not require people to kneel down. She is a stern god, but she does not require her believers to believe in her without any bottom line.

"I think this should prove my identity."

He Shenyan grabbed the tentacle and shook it gently. If this unlucky tentacle had self-awareness, it would be very dissatisfied. Unfortunately, it did not.

The attitude of the priestess changed to one of respect: "Yes, Lord Messenger."

She calmly changed the title: "What oracle do you want to bring me?"

"Naga Kapoulos wants you to get ready. Soul Erosion Night must be terminated." He Shenyan touched her chin. "She also said that you did a good job...Ms. Illaoi,

Right?"

Tears flowed from the eyes of the priestess, winding down and dripping along the tattoos on her face to the ground. She lowered her head deeply, bending down until He Shenyan could look down at her.

When she raised her head again, the mysterious man was gone.

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