Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Its daybreak.

Early mornings in Bilgewater are much the same as in most port cities, as long as you ignore that most of the people who live here are scumbags. The slaughtering wharf was the first to start. A sea beast was hoisted up, and several butchers stripped it from its skin and bones.

The blood flowed down the river and gathered into a pool of ocean at the bottom of their feet, and then entered the ocean along the constructed drainage pipe, dyeing a large area of ​​the sea red.

He Shenyan sat not far away, looking at all this with a very calm expression. If you don't consider where he is, but looking at his posture and sitting posture, many people may think that he is in a high-end restaurant waiting for a waiter dressed in luxurious clothes to come to serve.

However, in reality, he was sitting on an unremarkable, fairly clean wooden chair. There is a stench all around, and the streets are overflowing with sewage. People who come and go speak foul language.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Any recommendations?"

The bald boss smiled and handed over a menu covered in grease. He Shenyan stretched out his hand to take it, and the magic power helped him isolate the grease from getting on his hands. He looked at the dishes above seriously, and asked casually, "Do you have anything other than fish here?"

"Yes, yes, guests, but it's a bit expensive." The boss rubbed his fingers, and what he said was quite sincere. "The meat has to be brought by sea. I have some pork left over here. I'll fry you two slices of bread, and some bacon and scrambled eggs, how about that?"

"Can."

The mage handed the menu back, and the boss returned to his cramped storefront to start working. He didn't stare at the boss's movements like other diners, for fear that he would be short on something. He Shenyan just stared at the slaughtering dock not far away, thoughtfully.

The morning breeze brought the stench of blood, he raised his right hand, and a breeze was caught in his hand. The radiance of magic, invisible to mortals, lit up, giving the wind life in an instant.

A dozen seconds ago, it was just a natural phenomenon.

The little wind elf cheered, it was the first elf born in this world. For now, it doesn't know how scary it is to be alone. The mage glanced at it with pity, then turned his finger and pointed to the huge sea beast that was hung on the slaughtering pier and had been disassembled in half.

The incorporeal spirit turned into a breeze and flew over quickly. The butchers who were working in full swing noticed the sudden coolness.

One of them grinned, and a rough voice sounded: "It's still cool this morning, damn, hurry up and finish cooking this big guy, let's go to rum for a meal at noon, what do you think?"

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

"me too."

"You bastards, well, I'll invite you, it may be the last meal anyway!" He raised his voice and continued to cut the flesh of the sea beast without hesitation, as if life and death were no longer important.

The wind spirit drilled into the huge chest cavity that was opened by the sea beast, and drilled inside. It's wind, so it doesn't get blood or minced meat, and it doesn't get in the way. It didn't take long for it to return to the mage with a piece of debris emitting green light. At this time, his meal was ready.

"Please take your time, guest."

"Thank you, this is money."

He Shenyan picked up the knife and fork, which was obviously washed on purpose, forked a piece of scrambled egg on the plate, and took a bite. Not bad, not old, very tender and moderately flavored. The boss's craftsmanship is good.

As he chewed on the scrambled eggs, the wind spirit turned into a small whirlwind, floated up to his table, and dropped the green crumb.

He Shenyan stared at the thing for a while before looking away, and his expression had become a little gloomy.

It's a split curse, a very clever design. It was brought to the human world through the belly of the sea beast. If there is no accident, tonight, this debris will bring an undead hungry for fresh flesh... The black mist of the night of the soul-eater will come first. Before.

interesting. Shouldn't these undead obey the orders of the master of the black mist?

He eats slowly but carefully. There wasn't much to eat, and it didn't take long. He Shenyan left the breakfast shop, squeezed into the crowd and disappeared. No one cared about this black bubble man who was out of tune with Bilgewater. He walked in the crowd, throwing green debris from his right hand.

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

Very much looking forward to it.

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"You are courting death."

Sarah Doom was maintaining her weapon, but a voice sounded from behind. Only one person dared to enter here without knocking on the door.

Her first mate, Raven.

"Courtesy of death?" Miss Fortune turned her head, her red hair flying wanton in the air. She gave a smile. "You should have called this a 'foolish thing,' my first mate, rather than courting death."

Raven remained calm, he was the middle-aged man who handed her the clothes last night. The weathered face was expressionless, very calm: "Okay, Captain. You're doing a stupid thing, very stupid."

"It's stupid there?" Miss Fortune asked rhetorically. "We just kicked that **** Planck off his throne, Bilgewater, the city of pirates, and it's in our hands right now. I won't let Soul Eater take it away."

She grabbed the pistol and slipped it into the holster behind her waist. His slender waist twisted and twisted, and he put on a heavy coat that only captains can wear. He also took a one-handed sword and hung on his waist, and a shotgun.

"Okay, Captain."

Raven shrugged, this was the first time this serious man had acted so casually. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Following his movements, a large group of people with sophisticated weapons came in, both men and women, and many of them even carried high-end leather goods.

Sarah looked at her crew with a rare moment of softness, but it quickly turned to anger.

"Go back!" she shouted loudly. "You don't have to participate in this battle. We all have a grudge against Plank, so you followed me, helped me, and killed him. But the night of the eclipse is different—"

"—it's the same, Captain."

A woman with wheat-colored skin nodded to her: "That son of a **** Planck deserves what he deserves. So is the night of the soul-eater, the scumbags and undead come once a year, what do they think of us? Instead of huddled at home Trembling, we might as well fight them!"

"Yes, Captain!"

"Fight with them! It's just a bunch of bones, what's there to be afraid of?!"

Sarah felt herself almost smiling. She didn't realize that she was actually laughing. The smile was so beautiful on her face—Bilgewater, the **** city was a shithole, and sin was everywhere. But it is not without gold.

What appeared in front of her eyes was the only piece of gold left. It is the last beam on the ladder.

"Okay, you idiots," she said slowly. "Then get ready, dynamite, cannons—get everything ready. Although I think there's a 10 in 10 chance we won't see the sun tomorrow morning."

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

Sarah certainly can't forget.

The man's face kept reverberating in her mind. Thinking of this, she snorted softly and began to wonder if she had fallen into evil. Didn't he just look better?