Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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There are so many stories like this, loss of parents, forbearance, growth, return, revenge—what happened to Sarah Doom is not unusual, whether it’s in Bilgewater or the world at large. For He Shenyan, she only has the characteristic of "good looking" worth remembering.

But that's about it.

Once he entered the working state, he was rationally terrifying.

The solitary mage raised his head and glanced at the dark night, and the darkness covered his face again. It's a long night, and there's still a lot to do. Unconsciously, he smiled. Even though he didn't know why he did this.

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"The real one."

A Snakecaller bowed his head respectfully, paying his respects to Illaoin. But this didn't bring anything else, on the contrary, it only made Iroyin feel unhappy.

She knew very well that the Snakecaller was respecting herself, not Nagakaporos.

But she didn't expose it, she just nodded to the other party sullenly: "How is your business going?"

"The holy beasts don't answer our call..." The Serpent Caller's face, which was covered with ink, showed a somewhat shrinking expression. "They can't get here through the black fog, and we can't make the holy beasts change their minds."

How... stupid.

Illaoin almost sighed, but she didn't. There are very few people in this world who can understand the way they want to practice. She couldn't expect everyone to do their job, or she wouldn't have to be a priest here.

"I'm not asking about that." She glared at him sternly. "Do you understand, Snakecaller?"

A sudden realization finally appeared on the old man's face, and he couldn't help showing a somewhat ashamed smile: "...It turned out to be that, please forgive my stupidity, the real one."

He reverently glanced at the knowledge that was held on his shoulder by Illoyin, and finally paid due respect to Najacaporos: "Planck has been brought."

"very good."

Illaoin turned away,

Still carrying the heavy golden statue. In the past twenty years, the statue has never been twenty steps away from her. She was not at the Lardskin Tavern at the moment, but in the only Baru temple in Bilgewater. Along the main hall, she walked to the bottom floor, which was the direction of the main entrance and steps.

A man's angry roar came from below, his voice was incomprehensible, and it echoed, making a harsh noise on the wall.

Illaoin frowned—if Planck was still so stupid, she didn't think she needed to talk to him.

However, for some reason, she went down anyway.

The high walls of the temple are constructed of interlaced stone, shaped like the huge mouth and sharp teeth of a deep sea monster. The entrance hangs high above the bay, offering a bird's-eye view of the azure waters. Iroyin strode down the stairs and came to the front door.

She opens the door.

The roaring stopped.

Ilorin knew he was badly hurt, but he didn't expect him to be hurt like this. Lame, unable to stand up straight because of a broken rib, nothing left on one arm, waving in the air in vain.

With a pistol in the other hand, he tried to push back the low-ranking priests and monks who tried to approach him, completely forgetting that they had rescued him from the icy waters. This ungrateful look made Iroyin close his eyes.

"Sword Comes"

She heard him growl: "Where's Illoin?"

"I'm here," she replied nonchalantly. The crowd parted, and Illaoin came over, like a reef separating the waves. Before she could finish her sentence, Planck was already on his knees.

"Fuck—" he gasped heavily. "—Miss Fortune, that bitch. She must have colluded with others to sink my boat..."

"I don't care about your ship," Illaoin replied calmly.

"But I'm still sailing, and I need a boat."

The old man raised his head and looked at her with hopeful eyes, and all he got was an indifferent and ruthless answer.

"I can get you a canoe."

Anger erupted on his face in an instant, making every wrinkle squeeze together, and the facial features became sinister and terrifying. Illaoin looked at him calmly, thinking it was just ridiculous - is this the man I once loved?

Many years ago, they had a past. They ended the relationship many years ago. Over the years, however, Planck never felt that they were really over.

"This fucking—it's Lao Tzu's city!" he yelled, like a kid jumping for a toy he wanted.

The monks and low priests around Planck were shocked by his sudden outburst, shocked by his stupidity.

The temple has a history of thousands of years before the construction of 'His City' was completed. Moreover, as a layman, he dared to shout at the real man who had been blessed by Naga Kaporos three times. If it were anyone else, they would have been thrown into the sea with their smashed knees.

"yes?"

Illaoin remained calm.

Planck's anger subsided, and he lowered his head, humbled and weak: "...I need your help, Illaoin."

"How do you want me to help you?"

"As long as you speak, other pirates will support me, and they will listen to you... As long as you speak, they will help me." He repeated the words incoherently, and his expression became crazy again. "She robbed my ship and blew it up. The man who killed me broke my arm... Help me, Illoin, this is my city."

Illaoin asked the other clergy to step down with silent orders.

She stared at the man in front of her who bowed his head and knelt on the ground pleading. He was still wet with the breath of sea water. The last time I saw him was ten years ago, when he was still a little handsome. However, years of drinking and determined to maintain his position have made him a waste.

"Okay," she said. Ignoring Planck's sudden joyful expression, he put down the idol on his shoulder. It landed heavily on the ground and made a muffled sound, which also made Planck's expression stagnate.

"what are you going to do?"

"Trial."

The priest of Naga Kapooros closed his eyes, and a luminous mist permeated from the surface of the statue, evoking a vortex of blue-green energy around the face of the Serpent Mother. The tentacles of the spirit body slowly emerged, and they kept increasing at an incomprehensible speed, and soon spread all over the stairs.

"Do not!"

Planck, already realizing what he was about to suffer, screamed. His weakness and pleading did not impress Iroin this time. She had given him extrajudicially too many times, but not this time. This time, absolutely, no.

She can't trade the life of a city for his stupid ideal, and the night of the eclipse is close at hand.

"Face yourself, face Naga Kapooros." She whispered in a low voice. The tentacles mercilessly wrapped around Planck, drawing an illusory soul from his body. Visions of the past flashed around him. Planck kept screaming, but never wanted to face the pain and resist them.

No need to look any further.

Iroyin opened his eyes, picked up her idol, and left slowly.