Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Sarah Doom was sitting on the pickpocket square in a tattered double-breasted coat, the man lying squatting behind her.

Don't get me wrong, they're not dead, they're just too tired. Some people choose to sleep on the spot, and a few think that lying down is enough. And Sarah is neither, she is still thinking about what happened to the vision that happened during the night of the eclipse.

——The golden thunder that fell from the sky, unlike the rumors, the ghost cavalry that never appeared. The earthquake at dawn, and the tentacles and sea beasts of those bearded ladies. She only felt that this night's experience was more wonderful than what she had experienced in the first half of her life.

"Aren't you going to take a break, Sarah?"

Chief Mate Raven asked behind her. Sarah could hear him sharpening, and the old guy really liked his Demacian steel saber and took care of it all the time.

"Is this necessary?" Sarah asked rhetorically. "I'm in good spirits now."

She turned her head, and Raven looked at her tired face and shrugged: "Okay, Captain, you have the final say—well, you have the final word."

A little bit of nascent sunlight rose far from the sea level and sprinkled on Sarah's side face. She frowned slightly and raised her hand to block the dazzling sunlight. After a while, I felt it was unnecessary, so I let it go. Just then, she saw a person walking across from the pickpocket square.

He was tall, but looked tired. In the whole of Bilgewater, who else but Illaoin could live up to the description of 'burly'?

"This is really strange, this one actually came out of her temple?" Raven grumbled inexplicably. "That's not right, doesn't she hide in that temple every year on Soul Eating Night?"

"Be quiet, Raven. If she hears and wants to beat you up, I can't stop her."

The chief mate held his neck, trying his best to show his masculinity: "Is I afraid of her?!"

He said so, but as Illaoin got closer, he turned his head away without saying a word. The priest of Nagakaporos came to Sarah and looked at her carefully. The kind of vision used almost made Sarah unable to resist drawing her gun.

"What are you looking at?"

In anger, she didn't bother to be polite, and asked coldly.

Illaoin didn't care about her attitude, she even gave a smile: "I wanted to tell you before the night of Soul Eater...Sarah Doom, you have a lot of potential.

Nagakaporos wants you to find your true self and keep moving. "

"I can always carry out the second half of the sentence. I don't want to get fat. But what do you mean by the first half of the sentence? Find the real me? You don't want to give me a trial now, do you?"

Sarah looked at her vigilantly, as if she would shoot immediately if she really dared to take out that golden statue to test her. Ilorin shook his head slowly.

"The time has not come."

She said mysteriously, looking up at the gradually brightening sky. A sense of relief condensed on her face: "Also, I don't have the ability to give you a trial right now. My own trial has just passed."

"Did you pass?"

"Of course," Illaoin said with a well-deserved pride. "You won't understand, Sarah Doom. This is a trial that Nagakaporos' messenger personally came to give me. How can I betray his trust?"

"He? Is it a man in a black robe?"

Sarah didn't know how she had asked that. Her mouth seemed to be running faster than her brain this time, and she also found that the expression on Iroyin's face was gradually becoming more intriguing as the words were spoken.

"Have you seen the messenger?" she asked timidly.

"Perhaps, if we're talking about a person - but I don't think so. Because he shouldn't have anything to do with Lady Beard."

"Where did your reasoning come from?"

"Because I saw him the night before the night of the eclipse, don't all of you Baru people who believe in Naga Kaporos stay in the temple a week before the eclipse of the soul, burn incense and bathe, and pray with peace of mind? "

Illaoin nodded, and Sarah noticed that her stance had somehow turned into a slightly aggressive one. Spread your feet, lean forward, and let your arms hang down naturally. Attacks can be launched at any time. She narrowed her eyes and deliberately slowed down her speech.

"I saw him at the top of the hill in Uptown then—not long after he went to your tavern."

"So you're watching me," Iroyin said coldly. "But that's not a problem, I can forgive you. Did you see the messenger then?"

"I didn't say it was him."

"tell me."

Iroyin said these three words so firmly that Sarah sighed. This is the first time the Bilgewater-famous bounty hunter has been so helpless, these Baru people are deadly when it comes to their beliefs. It is really unacceptable that every detail has to be stripped away without letting go.

But what can she do? Form is stronger than man.

"...Yes, I've seen it. On the top of the mountain, he can even fly, throwing some strange fluorescence along the way."

For some reason, after hearing this sentence, Iroyin's expression became lighter again.

"Then we'll be fine." She nodded towards Sarah. "Also, you can tell everyone in Bilgewater. You don't have to take refuge in the temple on the eve of Soul Eater, which is completely over."

"What did you say?!" Raven's reaction was faster than Sarah's. He jumped up from the ground, and his voice was so loud that the entire pickpocket square echoed with his broken gong voice.

"I said, the Night of Soul Eater is over," Iroyin repeated. "It was ended by the messenger himself, and I will witness the whole process."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly sat down like a broken sail, and fell on the ground full of broken boards and glass. Sharon made her move and tried to support her, but Iroyin was too heavy.

"The First Cause of All Realms"

The others who were awakened by Raven's roar took great pains to put Iroyin on a surviving north bench. The first mate wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained in a low voice, "Why is this woman sinking the warship? Like, damn it, Lady Beard came out of the sea?  …Pfft!”

He had just finished speaking when he was punched in the chest. Ilorin opened one eye at some point and was looking at him coldly.

"It doesn't matter what you say about my weight, but you can't be disrespectful to Nagakaporos. She's not at the bottom of the sea."

"Then where is she?!" Raven rubbed his chest and slammed his neck up again: "In the sky?!"

Iroyin laughed suddenly, and then punched him in the chest again, this time directly hitting the first mate to the ground: "No, she's there."

The snoring sounded like thunder.