Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In a dusty bar, Jason Hunter was standing among a pile of broken and collapsed tables and chairs.

He frowned and reluctantly chose a relatively complete chair for himself. He didn't even bother to wipe off the dust and sat on it. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and then took out a kraft paper book. The magic broker began to speak in a kind of way.

A rather outdated and completely unmagical way to contact some people.

"Fire Bull? Yes, it's me, Jason Hunt. Listen, did you meet the Scarlet Witch a few years ago? Yes, yes. I know you were just saying hello - that's right,

There will be a memorial service for her in Iceland in two days, and I hope you will be there. Don't be too hasty to say no, this is an unspeakable black meaning."

"Yes, yes, he's back -"

Jason Hunter held the phone further away from him, and a woman's roar came from the speaker. The voice was quite clear, "What the hell?! I just asked her hello, Hunter, go yourself!"

"

"Then you can explain it to that person yourself."

A few curse words came from the loudspeaker, then stopped abruptly, followed by a few very slight whispers.

Hunter shrugged and pressed the hands-free button, "What did you say?"

"...It was my fault just now." The woman known as Fire Ox apologized honestly. "He is really back?"

"yes."

Hunter put his cell phone on his lap and took out an old piece of wood from his pocket. He threw it on the ground. After a while, the wood trembled and melted into the floor like melted ice cubes. Then, the tables, chairs and benches all recovered.

.

He pulled a table in front of him, put his cell phone on it, and took out a bottle of beer from the satchel on his waist.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"How dare I lie to you with this?" Hunter rolled his eyes. "Do I think I have a long life or something? In short, I brought you the message. Remember to come, your skills are pretty good, I don't want you to die.

Already."

"Fuck you!"

There was a busy signal on the phone. Hunter turned over the vellum page and looked for the names on it one by one. He knew many people, most of them were dead. He was not sure whether they had any relationship with the few remaining people.

The Scarlet Witch has met before, so I have to confirm one by one.

Hunter is very self-aware. He knows that he is probably just a link in that plan. He probably has other candidates to inform other people. Most of the people Hunter associates are like him, who only take advantage of loopholes and do not do serious evil.

, those decent people have nothing to do with them. As for those who really do evil...

His mind began to automatically replay the scene on the beach again. Lightning flashed and a dozen people were turned into ashes.

Hunter shuddered and found another name.

‘The Plague Doctor’, Carter Leontones.

The name is terrible, but he is actually a pretty good person. An idealist, he wanted to study medicine when he was young, but his father did not agree. Carter's father is a very stubborn and old-fashioned old man - if that's all.

That's fine, but the problem is that he is still a wizard.

The Carter family has a history of three hundred years. The owners of the Leontones family in the past generations were famous wizards who used various evil methods to harm people. They were proficient in curses and counter-curses, but Carter was different. It may have something to do with his mother.

In short, this epidemic doctor was completely different from his father. Not only did he seldom kill people, he even opened a free clinic to treat the poor.

Although his method of treating diseases is to make them suffer from other diseases for a while, and then transfer the curse to sheep or pigs through equal exchange - he is actually a pretty good surgeon.

Hunter touched his right elbow. There was a long and narrow scar there, which was sutured by Carter.

He dialed the phone and after three rings, the phone was picked up.

"Hello Carter? Yes, it's me, Jason. How are you doing?"

A gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone, "It's not good. I've been pestered by a group of extreme animal protectionists recently."

"...What?"

"Extreme animal rights activist."

"They still exist? Isn't political correctness dead?"

"The only ones left, the craziest ones." Carter's voice sounded very tired and weak. "They have been pestering me for a long time, asking me to put the pigs and sheep I raise where they should be. I don't want to

It’s hard to say that I raise them to relieve people’s curses.”

"...Uh, okay. Sorry to hear that."

"It's okay, what do you want from me?"

"That's right, the Unspeakable Black is back. He is going to hold a memorial service for the Scarlet Witch. It will be held in Iceland in two days. I hope everyone who has ever interacted with her will be there. I remember you didn't help.

Is she once?"

"..."

Carter on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said in his gloomy and soft voice, "That's right, but does a person like me deserve to go to her memorial service? I mean, I'm just an unknown doctor.

"

Hunter's expression became serious, and he didn't even realize it.

"You are not 'unknown', Carter. How many poor people have you treated for free? How many people have you saved from Haiti, Africa, and Afghanistan that was attacked in those years? Listen, we are all marginalized in society.

This is true for both civilized and magical societies. But you are definitely not the so-called unknown person."

"...Thank you for your words, Jason. I think I will go, as long as Mr. He doesn't feel that I have tainted the memorial service occasion."

Carter said the last words and then hung up.

Hunter frowned, and he instinctively began to feel that something was wrong. Carter's emotions were too extreme. In his impression, although he spoke softly and did not laugh often, he loved telling cold jokes. He was by no means someone who liked to feel sorry for himself.

people.

"What are you doing?"

He muttered, turned the page in his book, and continued to make the next call.

"Chain lightning? Yes, it's me, Jason Hunter...you said you don't know me? Damn it, I've had sex with your wife! Now you know me, right?!"

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U.K.

Wales.

In a rural clinic.

A pale man coughed and poured himself a cup of hot tea, then picked up the cup with trembling hands. As the tea went into his stomach, his complexion became somewhat better.

Carter Leontones sighed. He returned to the study and sat down. The unpleasant sounds of the sick animals came from the sheep pen and pig pen behind the house, and a group of protests came from in front of his door.

The sound of protesters protesting. For a normal person, such an environment is disturbing. For him, he has long been used to it.

——Of course, it’s also because these things don’t bother him as much as other things. Fear will take a detour in the face of bigger fears. For example, students who can’t finish their homework know that the world is going to be destroyed. At this time, they still

What homework should I write?

Carter held the tea and stared blankly at the empty air in front of him. A chair was placed opposite his desk. After a while, he spoke.

"You can't scare me." Carter said calmly. "I'm not afraid of you."

No one answered - of course, because he was talking to a chair. The chair would not respond, it was just a chair. But Carter's behavior was quite strange. He said he was not afraid, but his fingers were like

It was clamped tightly to the wall of the cup like iron pliers.

His body is shaking slightly.

"You can't scare me." He murmured to himself. "Yes, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid at all..."

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