Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The village has not been very peaceful recently.

Racha was very distressed about this, he didn't know what the problem was. But it seemed that everyone in the village was starting to get restless, and when he was checking the pigsty last night, he heard his neighbors arguing with his wife, which was unimaginable in the past.

His neighbors have always been courteous, and they raised their eyebrows with his wife. But what they said when they were arguing last night was unbearable, and Racha only heard a sentence and left quickly with his face covered.

He had heard a pilgrim who traveled here many years ago say that sometimes, when people don't look like themselves, it may be because of problems in the spiritual realm.

Racha is a farmer. He doesn't know what the spiritual realm is, so he chose to report it to the elders of the village. The elder just smiled kindly and said that he must have been too tired recently, and asked him to go back and rest more.

The moment he turned around, Racha's consciousness fell into darkness.

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"You seem to like eating fish."

The she-wolf was holding a fish in her claws and devoured it. She ate it with blood all over her nose, apparently this fish was very much to her taste. The she-wolf raised her head and barked twice at the mage in her busy schedule.

She followed the mage all the way across the mountains, even leaving her clan for it. But the difficulties and obstacles along the way did not help her much. To his surprise, this young she-wolf always found a way to make herself through the danger safely.

He Shenyan leaned against a tree trunk on one side, with a fishing rod suspended in the air in front of him. The mage is fishing in this tricky way - don't get me wrong, he is not the kind of person who doesn't know how to appreciate the joy of life, and cheating fishing loses its meaning. But his hands now have more urgent things to do.

Such as communicating with the spirit of nature in this land.

It was only after he came to this world that he discovered that there were so many spirits of nature here. Almost every few kilometers, a new one would pop out of the spiritual horizon to greet him. Their images are different, some look like a stone, and some simply use the image of an old man.

He crossed the mountains today, and when it comes to travel, he never likes to use spells to fly over or teleport away. The meaning of travel is to measure the earth with your feet - at least, you have to drive a car, right? Using any door would be too much.

When he saw this village at the foot of the mountain, the mage felt a little unhappy after a long time. There is no other reason. This ancient land, the beautiful land that the locals call Ionia, is full of vitality, and people and nature live in harmony.

He saw countless beautiful scenery along the way, each of which was refreshing.

But this village is different.

Yes, it's next to the mountain and by the river. It is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery, but in his spiritual vision, He Shenyan felt a sticky nausea. Even the voices of the spirits of nature here sounded like they were ill.

"--pain--"

Among its long series of incomprehensible ravings, there is only one word that He Shenyan can understand. He frowned, and if the spirit of nature was willing to show up, he could communicate with it in a language or simply in a state of soul. But it is obviously in a very bad state at this time, not to mention showing up, even talking seems to have lost a lot of energy.

Seeing that he could not continue to get more information from the poor spirit of nature, the mage simply withdrew the spell that communicated with it. He held the fishing rod in both hands, and by coincidence, the head of the rod suddenly fell, and it could be seen from the momentum that it was a big fish.

"You have to eat again." He Shenyan grinned at the female wolf, and then mentioned it, a blue-grey fish with stripes was brought ashore.

After a while, he arrived at the village.

The closer you get here, the more you can feel that ubiquitous sticky feeling. It's like walking in a swamp with heavy boots, and it doesn't take long for you to use a knife to remove the mud from the boots. He Shenyan was a little helpless, generally speaking. The deeper the magic power of the mages, the deeper the understanding of magic. Their spiritual strength will also reach a new level.

In many cases, this is a good thing. There is only one thing that is not good, they will become too sensitive - every time they come to a new environment, the spiritual tentacles that are radiated out of instinct will tell them some "potential essence" here.

In other words, if a wizard doesn't think something is good, you better listen to him.

The buildings in the village are quite simple and wooden. The domed houses and those wooden fences looked beautiful, and the flagstone pavement was decent. It seems that the living standards of the people in this village are good. Generally speaking, there is no way to go to those remote areas.

If you can manage the muddy road that doesn't reach your ankles if it rains.

It was noon and it was time to work. There were not many people at the entrance of the village. An old man with a cane saw the Master and came over. He asked, "Young man, where are you going?"

He Shenyan glanced at him and said nothing. He raised his head and looked at the sky of the village, and then said to the old man, "How many people did you control?"

The kind smile on the old man's face froze, and he said to the mage with a completely innocent face: "What? Are you talking about-"

Before he could finish his words, He Shenyan lost patience. He usually only asks the question once to someone who doesn't know what to do, and they don't end well.

The old man's crutch fell to the ground, and Gulu Gulu rolled around a few times before rolling to the feet of the mage. He picked up the shiny crutch that was wrapped around the top, and said to the old man who was half-kneeling on the ground in agony, "I don't want to say anything. It doesn't matter, I just read it directly from your head."

Hearing this sentence, his pupils shrank to a pinpoint. Then it expanded rapidly, dyeing the entire eyeball black. Pure black, containing no human emotion.

Old man, no, the creature's old and wrinkled face began to boil, twist and fall to the ground like mud. It even corroded the ground into a small pit, and He Shenyan seemed completely indifferent to this, he just frowned in disgust, smacked his mouth, and said, "You are ugly like hippos and snails get drunk and go again. Dried a fly..."

What he said was true. After abandoning the unfortunate old man's skin, kneeling in front of He Shenyan was a cyan monster whose skin was so fat that there were even gaps in it.

It had two sharp horns on its bare forehead, on which sparse hair and foul-smelling black mud played together. It has a very long nose, and its small yellow eyes are full of malicious light.

The she-wolf was startled by this scene, she jumped behind He Shenyan, bared her teeth and grinned at the monster, but got a slap from the mage, signaling her to be quiet.