Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Its daybreak.

The early morning in Bilgewater is similar to that of most port cities, as long as you ignore that most of the people living here are scum. The first thing to start work is the slaughter dock, a sea beast is hoisted, and several butchers are shirtless.

Peel off the skin and bones.

The blood flowed down the river, gathering into a vast ocean at the soles of their feet, and then entered the ocean along the built drainage pipes, dyeing a large area of ​​the sea red.

He Shenyan was sitting not far away, looking at all this with a very calm expression. If you didn't consider where he was, but looking at his posture and sitting posture, many people might think that he was waiting in a high-end restaurant.

Waiters dressed in luxurious clothes came to serve the food.

However, in fact, he was sitting on an ordinary, relatively clean wooden chair. The surrounding area was filled with fishy stench, and sewage flowed across the street. People passing by spoke obscene words.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Any recommendations?"

The bald boss smiled and handed over a menu, which was full of grease. He Shenyan stretched out his hand to take it, and his magic power helped him prevent the grease from getting on his hands. He looked at the dishes on it seriously and asked smoothly: "What are you doing here?

Is there anything besides fish?”

"Yes, we have customers, but they are a bit expensive." The boss rubbed his fingers, and his words were quite sincere. "The meat has to be transported by sea. I still have some pork left here. I will fry you two slices of bread.

How about some more bacon and scrambled eggs?"

"Can."

The mage handed the menu back smoothly, and the boss returned to his narrow store and began to work. He did not stare at the boss's movements like other diners, fearing that he would be short-changed. He Shenyan just stared at the slaughterhouse not far away.

Pier, thoughtfully.

The morning breeze brought the smell of blood. He raised his right hand and caught a wisp of breeze in his hand. The magical light invisible to mortals lit up, giving life to this wind in an instant.

Ten seconds ago, it was just a natural phenomenon.

The little wind elf cheered for joy. It was the first elf born in the world. For now, it didn't know how terrible it was to be alone. The mage looked at it with pity and turned his finger.

The huge sea beast was hung on the slaughterhouse and had been half decomposed.

The formless elf turned into a breeze and quickly flew over. The butchers who were working feverishly noticed the sudden coolness.

One of them grinned, and a rough voice sounded: "It's quite cool this morning. Damn, hurry up and finish cooking this big guy. Let's go to Rum for lunch. What do you think?"

"I have no objection, as long as you treat me."

"me too."

"You bastards, okay, I'll treat you to my treat. It might be your last meal anyway!" He raised his voice and continued to cut the sea beast's flesh nonchalantly, as if life and death no longer mattered.

The wind spirit got into the huge open chest of the sea beast and wormed its way inside. It was wind, so it would not be stained with blood or scraps of flesh, nor would it be hindered. After a while, it carried a piece of

The debris glowing green returned to the mage. At this time, his meal was ready.

"Please use it slowly, guest."

"Thank you, here's the money."

He Shenyan picked up the knife and fork that had obviously been specially washed, picked up a piece of scrambled egg on the plate, and took a bite. It was good, not old, very tender, and the taste was moderate. The boss's skills were good.

As he chewed the scrambled eggs, the wind spirit turned into a small whirlwind, floated up on his table, and put down the green crumbs.

He Shenyan stared at the thing for a while before looking away, his expression already becoming a little gloomy.

It was a split curse, a very ingenious design. It was brought to the human world through the belly of the sea beast. If nothing happens, tonight, this fragment will bring an undead that is hungry for new flesh and blood.

...before the black fog of the soul-eating night arrives.

Interesting. Aren’t these undead supposed to obey the orders of the master of the black mist?

He ate very slowly, but very carefully. There wasn't much food, and he finished it after a while. He Shenyan left the breakfast shop, squeezed into the crowd and disappeared. No one cared that this was out of place in Bilgewater.

A man with black bubbles is walking among the crowd, throwing green debris with his right hand.

The thing flew up and down with his movements. He Shenyan was looking forward to tonight.

Very much looking forward to it.

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"You're looking for death."

Sarah Doom was maintaining her weapons when a voice sounded from behind. Only one person dared to enter here without knocking.

Her first mate, Raven.

"Looking for death?" Miss Fortune turned around, her red hair flying wantonly in the air. She smiled. "You should call this a 'foolish thing', my first mate, instead of looking for death."

Raven still remained calm. He was the middle-aged man who handed her the clothes last night. His weather-beaten face had no expression and was very calm: "Okay, Captain. You are doing a stupid thing, very stupid."

"Is that stupid?" Miss Fortune asked. "We just kicked that bastard Gangplank off his throne. Bilgewater, the pirate city, is now in our hands. I will never let the Haunted Soul

Night takes it away."

She grabbed the pistol and inserted it into the holster at the back of her waist. With a twist of her slender waist, she put on a heavy coat that only a captain could wear, and hung a one-handed sword on her waist, as well as a

A shotgun.

"Okay, Captain."

Raven shrugged. This was the first time this serious man behaved so casually. Following his actions, a large group of people armed with sophisticated weapons walked in, including men and women. Many of them even held weapons.

High-end leather goods.

Sarah looked at her crew members, her eyes rarely softened for a moment, but soon turned to anger.

"Go back!" She shouted loudly. "You don't need to participate in this battle. We all have a grudge against Gangplank, so you followed me, helped me, and killed him. But Soul Erosion Night is different -

"

"—It's the same, Captain."

A woman with wheat-colored skin nodded towards her: "That son of a bitch deserves it for what he did to Gangplank. The same goes for Soul Erosion Night. The undead bastards come here once a year. What do they think we are? Instead of huddled at home.

Shivering, we might as well fight them!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Fight them! They're just a bunch of skeletons, what's there to be afraid of?!"

Sarah felt like she was almost smiling. She didn't realize that she was actually smiling. The smile was so beautiful on her face - Bilgewater, this damn city is a cesspool, and sin is everywhere. But

There is not gold in it.

What appeared before her eyes was the only remaining piece of gold. It was the last beam on the ladder.

"Okay, you idiots," she said slowly. "Then get ready, explosives, cannons—get everything ready. Although I think there's a ten to ten chance we won't see tomorrow morning.

of the sun.”

"I hold the opposite opinion," her first mate replied. "You haven't forgotten last night, have you?"

Of course Sarah couldn't forget it.

The man's face kept echoing in her mind. Thinking of this, she snorted softly and began to wonder if she was possessed by an evil spirit. Didn't he just look better?