Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Sarah Fortune was sitting in Pickpocket Square wearing a tattered double-breasted coat, with people lying crooked on the ground behind her.

Don't get me wrong, they are not dead, they are just a little too tired. Some people choose to sleep on the spot, and a few people think that lying down for a while is fine. Sarah is neither of the two. She is still thinking about the strange things that happened during the Soul-eating Night.

What exactly is going on.

——The golden thunder falling from the sky, different from the rumors, the ghost cavalry never appeared. The earthquake that happened at dawn, and the tentacles and sea beasts of the bearded lady. She only felt that the experience of this night was better than what she had experienced in the previous half of her life.

The things I experienced were even more exciting.

"Aren't you going to take a break, Sarah?"

First mate Raven asked from behind her. Sarah could hear the sound of him sharpening his knife. This old guy really liked his Demacian steel saber and took care of it all the time.

"Is this necessary?" Sarah asked. "I'm in very good spirits now."

She turned her head, and Raven looked at her tired face and shrugged: "Okay, Captain, you have the final say - well, you have the final say."

A bit of nascent sunlight rose from far away from the sea level and shone on Sarah's side face. She frowned slightly and raised her hand to block the dazzling sunlight. After a while, she felt it was unnecessary and simply put it down.

At this moment, she saw a person walking from the opposite side of the pickpocket square.

She has a tall body but a tired look. In all of Bilgewater, who else can fit the description of "burly" besides Illaoi?

"This is really weird, this person actually came out of her temple?" Raven muttered inexplicably. "That's not right, doesn't she huddle in that temple every year during the Soul Erosion Night?"

"Keep your voice down, Raven. If she hears it and wants to beat you up, I won't be able to stop you."

The first mate rubbed his neck and tried his best to show off his masculinity: "Will I be afraid of her?!"

He said so, but when Illaoi came closer and closer, he turned his head without saying a word. The priest of Nagakaporos came to Sarah and looked at her carefully.

The look in her eyes almost made Sarah pull out a gun and give her a shot.

"What are you looking at?"

In anger, she was too lazy to remain polite and asked coldly.

Illaoi didn't care about her attitude, and she even showed a smile: "I wanted to tell you before Soul Eclipse Night... Sarah Doom, you have great potential. Nagakaporo

I hope you can find your true self and keep moving."

"I can keep executing the second half of your sentence. I don't want to get fat. But what do you mean by the first half of your sentence? Looking for your true self? You don't want to give me a trial now, do you?"

Sarah looked at her warily, as if she would immediately shoot her if she really dared to take out the golden idol for her to test. But Illaoi slowly shook her head.

"The time has not yet come."

She said mysteriously, raising her head to look at the increasingly brightening sky. A sense of relief condensed on her face: "Besides, I don't have the ability to give you a trial now. My own trial has just passed not long ago.

.”

"Did you pass?"

"Of course." Illaoi said with a well-deserved pride. "You won't understand, Sarah Doom. This is the trial that Nagakaporos's envoy personally came to give me.

How could I betray his trust?"

"He? Is he a man wearing a black robe?"

Sarah didn't know how she asked this question. Her mouth seemed to be running faster than her brain this time. She also found that as this sentence was spoken, the expression on Illaoi's face gradually changed.

It became interesting.

"Have you seen the messenger?" she asked calmly.

"Maybe, if we are talking about one person - but I think it is unlikely. Because he should not have anything to do with the bearded lady."

"Where do you draw your inference?"

"Because I met him the night before Soul Eclipse Night. Don't all of you Baru people who believe in Nagakapoulos stay in the temple one week before Soul Eclipse Night, burn incense, bathe, and pray peacefully?

"

Illaoi nodded, and Sarah noticed that her standing posture had changed into a slightly aggressive posture at some point. Her legs were spread wide, her body leaned forward, and her arms drooped naturally. She could launch an attack at any time.

He narrowed his eyes and deliberately slowed down his speaking speed.

"I saw him at that time on the hilltop uptown—shortly after he visited your tavern."

"So you were spying on me." Illaoi said coldly. "But that's not a problem, I can forgive it. Did you see the messenger at that time?"

"I didn't say it was him yet."

"tell me."

Illaoi said these three words with great determination, which made Sarah sigh. This was the first time that this famous bounty hunter in Bilgewater was so helpless. These Baru people were so helpless when it came to their beliefs.

It's extremely rigid. Every detail has to be scrutinized and not spared. It's really unacceptable.

But what can she do? Form is stronger than people.

"...Yes, I have seen it. On the top of the mountain, he can even fly, and he also sheds some strange fluorescent light along the way."

For some reason, after hearing these words, Illaoi's expression became relaxed again.

"Then, we'll be fine." She nodded towards Sarah. "In addition, you can tell everyone in Bilgewater that there is no need to come to the temple to take refuge on the eve of the Night of Souls. Night of Souls has completely

it's over."

"What did you say?!" Raven's reaction was faster than Sarah's. He jumped up from the ground, and his voice was so loud that the entire Pickpocket Square echoed with the sound of his broken voice.

"I said, the Night of Soul Erosion is over." Illaoi repeated. "It was ended by the messenger's own hands, and I witnessed the whole process."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly sat down like a broken sail and fell to the ground covered with broken boards and glass. Sarah stretched out her hand to support her, but Illaoi was too heavy.

The others who were awakened by Raven's roar worked hard to lift Illaoi onto a surviving bench to the north. The first mate wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained in a low voice: "Why did this woman sink the warship?"

Like, hell, the bearded lady came out of the sea?...Poof!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched in the chest. Illaoi opened one eye at some point and was looking at him coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you judge my weight, but you can't disrespect Nagakapoulos. She is not under the sea."

"Otherwise, where is she?!" Raven rubbed his chest and stretched his neck again: "Is she in the sky?!"

Illaoi suddenly laughed, and then punched him in the chest again. This time, he hit the first mate directly to the ground: "No, she is there."

The snoring sounded like thunder.