Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 6 Hotel Night Talk

"You mean, you're not coming back at night, and you're going to spend the night in a shabby hotel that only has signal three meters away?"

"Holy shit! I'm so busy here, and you're telling me, just a few blocks away from the SHIELD building, that you're going to take half a day off?"

"Listen, no matter what you are going to do or what case you are investigating! When you report back to the office, I need a piece of information that can be worth the value of your vacation!"

After spitting on the phone, a one-eyed black man with a shiny head put down the phone without saying anything, and waved his hands to the beautiful red-haired female agent "Black Widow" Natasha Romanoff, "You

Guess what Phil told me? He actually accepted an invitation from a hotel owner and planned to eat chicken with him!"

This is Nick Fury, the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., with a black eyepatch covering one blind eye and a black leather windbreaker that has not been replaced since birth. He is tall and strong and always maintains strong work energy.

"If it's a Vladivostok secret-flavored roast chicken, I don't think it's unacceptable!" Natasha, who was petite and exquisite, smiled empathetically and reached out to pick up the information on the table. "If there's nothing else,

I'll go out first!"

"Go, go!" Nick Fury waved his hand helplessly, "Speed ​​up the progress, Natasha, we are short of manpower now!"

Seeing the Black Widow twisting her slender waist and leaving the office in a charming manner, Fury sat down feebly, thought for a moment, and then picked up the phone, "Get General Ross!"

Compared with the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who is dizzy with the heavy workload, Coulson and rookie Simmons are falling into the biggest crisis of collapse of perspective in their lives.

"As you can see, I am not one of those voodoo priests with colorful face paint, or a religious priest like the Inuit, but a profession that guides souls, communicates with elements, and perceives the universe."

A small stake, only a few inches high, fell to the ground. Coulson and Simmons felt their whole bodies sink, as if they were carrying a thousand kilograms of weight, and every movement became extremely laborious.

The barbecue on the stove was very fragrant, but Colson and Simmons sitting in front of the stove had no appetite at all.

After a long silence, Colson mechanically stretched out his hand and took the bird meat that Kaus had cut with a knife.

"Are you saying that these abilities are not innate, but that through continuous learning, one can have such power?"

"It's okay, I'll translate!"

Simmons glanced at Coulius suspiciously, but was quickly suppressed by Coulson's reproachful look.

"Yes!"

Coulson and Simmons looked at each other and quickly thought of the former owner of the Mulgore Inn.

Simmons took a few bites and suddenly asked in a dull tone: "Mutants?"

"Don't compare me with those gifted races. They are born with abilities that are different from others." Cauvus said seriously, "And my abilities are achieved through hard study, constant exploration and attempts. Although I

I don’t remember how much time it took, but since I have the memory of this world, I have never stopped learning for a single day!”

Kausu didn't pay attention, took the book, and began to interpret it sentence by sentence.

"We can use the power of fire, wind or lightning!"

"Sorry, I can't understand..." A blush suddenly appeared on Colson's cheeks.

The two men immediately became very energetic, and Simmons, who was extremely nervous, even touched the handle of the gun again.

"Come on!" Kausu, who knew they didn't believe it, didn't defend himself. He just stood up and said, "I have a small test here. As long as any one of you shows that you are worthy of this inheritance, I will not hesitate to let you

Also gain similar power!”

As a senior agent who is proficient in multiple languages ​​and is good at various firearms and fighting skills, he actually knows nothing about this kind of artistic and beautiful writing, which makes him really embarrassed.

"Of course, I have never met my teacher! He had already left this world before I got his inheritance!"

They watched as the leader, who was probably some kind of cult organization, walked into the cubicle and took out a simple and thick book.

Roasted land chicken, one of the classic Azerothian cooking products.

"The purity of the soul has nothing to do with age!" Kausu replied seriously without any sign of blushing, "A devil is born with original sin, but a great sage can still possess noble qualities at the age of eighty."

He did not lie. The candidates for the high priests of the past generations all have great qualities and noble personalities. Thrall, the Oracle Mogor, Munn Earthfury, and even Patience who became the first Lich King.

Ozu, in his youth, was also a brave and respectable leader.

Simmons also reacted at this time, staring in shock at Kausu's finger that was still flashing with lightning just now, "Then can we also learn this knowledge?"

"No, he's not dead!"

It's not like they haven't heard of various religious heritages, such as the first embrace of vampires, the burning of bodies by Sun Temple believers, and even members of the "Evisceration Group" who need to read the Bible while eating a sixteen-year-old

The girl’s fresh flesh and blood.

On Kausu's fingertips, a bright electric light kept wandering like a spiritual snake.

Looking at the expressions of the two, Kausi knew that they must be wrong, and explained with a smile, "Although it is not ruled out that he is dead, from my point of view, he may have just left this planet...

Or rather, another dimension!"

"Okay!" Kausi released the [Earth-bound Totem] and pointed at the barbecue that was about to drip grease into the fire, "You can try a little first, this is a delicacy that you can never eat in any restaurant.

"

The more he said it, the more outrageous it became. Even the most calm Coulson couldn't help but frown.

And the book Kaus took out was indeed a genuine elemental book "A Preliminary Exploration of the Elements", one of the introductory books for shamans.

A blue light flashed, and an old scar on the back of Colson's hand immediately disappeared without a trace.

"You can also use the essence energy of water to treat some wounds that are difficult to heal..."

"So!" Colson asked tentatively, "How did your teacher choose the priest's inheritance? I think you were still very young at the time..."

"Of course!" Kaus smiled unscrupulously, "Of course, generally when we choose a priest, he must at least meet some corresponding conditions. For example, he must have noble qualities, a broad mind, and be extraordinary than ordinary people.

With his wisdom and spiritual strength, he is the leader of the crowd and the soul of the entire clan or tribe..."

"And use the power of faith to bring insignificant restrictions to the enemies!"

"This book records how to establish contact with the elemental spirits!" The innkeeper, who was suspected to be the leader of the cult, sat down again and handed the book to Colson. "Whether it is earth, fire, water, or air, it can condense a trace of

Even if you pass!"

"Study?" Colson's eyes suddenly lit up.

but--

There are no native orc tribes in Draenor, the fallen Draenei Exodar (the Broken), the Wildhammer dwarves in Azeroth, the tauren in Kalimdor, the pandaren in Pandaria, and the scattered people everywhere.

The corresponding lineage of the troll tribe; without worship and belief in the elements, ancestors, nature and animal gods, who can truly understand the essence of shamanism?

Including Cauvus, if he hadn't brought his own profession when he time traveled, and with his mercenary, selfish, pleasure-seeking, lazy fishing... temperament, even if he died, he wouldn't be able to meet the conditions for becoming a priest.

So when a ball of hot red gas suddenly appeared on Phil Coulson's fingertips, Kaus was so surprised that he almost dropped the ancient book in his hand.

(End of chapter)