Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Did you bring something?"

"Of course."

Inside the dark sewer, two men were talking to each other. One was leaning against the dirty sewer wall, not caring that things were sticking to his back. The other looked sad and looked Asian.

The Asian took out a quaint mask from his arms and sighed, "I really don't want to sell it, Jason."

"Come on, can the heirloom be eaten as a meal?"

The man known as Jensen was wearing a striped sweater that was dirty and even ripped. His boots looked like they were made in 1853, the patent leather was cracked and faded.

He grinned, revealing his yellow teeth: "Don't come here, Kimura. How many of these items do you have at home? I want them all."

"Can't sell more."

Kimura shook his head and rejected his proposal: "I will sell you three more at most. If the Kama Taj people find out that my family's masks are in circulation again, they will definitely come to the door directly."

"Tsk."

Kimura's words made Jensen frown and smacked his tongue in disgust: "Damn Kama Taj, the people from the Mage Association have settled down and started activities again after a few years. I heard that they are training new people recently, really Hell. Won't make another 'butcher'?"

The word butcher was just exported, and Kimura's face became much paler. The sewers had been designed with emergency lights, and the dim and dirty light bulbs were protected by barbed wire. At this time, the muddy yellow light shone on his face, making Kimura look like a ghost.

"Don't mention that title..." he whispered. "You and I both know how the name came about."

"He hasn't appeared in several years, Kimura. Maybe he's already dead, hasn't it been Strange who has come forward to take care of him these past few years?"

Jensen shrugged: "If it were him, would a second-order trafficker like me continue to appear? I was probably deprived of my magic the first time I was caught."

The guy laughed as he spoke, and even had a cross on his chest: "God bless Strange, seriously, I hope he lives a hundred years, at least not until I retire. ."

Kimura sighed and handed the mask over: "Okay, don't talk about it. Three hundred thousand new dollars will be credited to my account before six o'clock tonight."

"Don't worry, Kimura."

Jensen stretched out his hand to take the mask, nodded happily at him, turned his head and walked into the wall. The hidden transmission channel allowed him to quickly cross the continental plate and the ocean and reach the other side of the world.

But in the blink of an eye, he appeared on a small island.

"Hoo, fresh air, beautiful blue sky - can something like this belong to a sewer rat like me?"

Jensen opened his arms and made an appearance of embracing the sky, until a cold female voice came from behind him.

"Jensen Hunter. What do we want?"

"Isn't this in my hands?"

Jason Hunt turned around, put the mask on the ground, and smiled smugly. The woman who spoke was wearing a white suit with short hair and ears. She looked like the typical unapproachable pretty woman—of course, Jensen knew who she was.

A bodyguard beside her looked at him vigilantly, and soon reached out and took the mask away. Jensen maintained a posture of holding his hands above his head the whole time, and the smile on his face did not change in the slightest. He didn't speak until the woman took over the mask and confirmed the authenticity.

"So, when will my two million new dollars be given to me?"

"Now." The woman said coldly. "Check your bank account yourself, Jason. Besides, if you dare to talk to anyone about it—"

"—I will die, and my soul will be drawn by you to make some kind of enchanting device. Yes, yes, I know it."

Jensen shrugged perfunctorily: "But, pardon me, I want to ask, what do you want Kimura's family mask for?"

"Is this your professionalism as a broker?"

"No no no,

The transaction has been completed. Now I'm not a peddler, I'm just Jason Hunt, a little guy begging for food in the wizarding world. I'm asking this question only because of my curiosity. "

The smile on Jensen's face remained undiminished: "Look, since the unspeakable black disappeared, you guys have appeared again. Although I was a little breathless when he was there, at least no one was there during those days. Try to summon demons, or go around killing people with curses handed down from ancient times."

"I mean, Ms. Kino, I might be able to temporarily break the laws set by the Karma Taj Society for money, but if you guys want to do something else... I sincerely recommend You guys just stop here, and honestly, it's been a pleasure doing business with you."

The woman called Kino Doichi frowned: "You talk too much. I bought the Kimura family's mask just for collection."

"Two million new dollars for a collectible? You really have deep pockets."

"Curiosity will kill you." Ji Ye Daoyi said coldly. "Aussies, don't be too presumptuous. This is Japan, and we have a way to kill you without anyone noticing."

She took a step forward, and the sky suddenly darkened. The seaside weather, which had just been sunny and sunny, suddenly became the main battlefield for the whistling of the wind. The sea level was choppy, and it was like an invisible big hand stirring frantically.

Jason Hunt suddenly felt a chill in his heart, his throat rolled up and down, and he said dryly: "Ms. Ji Ye Doichi, your strength is really amazing."

Ji Ye Daoyi didn't answer his boast. The woman looked up at the sky in a daze, and muttered to herself, "This... this has nothing to do with me."

A flash of lightning draped over the beach where they were standing, and the terrifying light made everyone close their eyes, and when they opened it again, a tall, thin, pale man in a black robe was already standing among them, his face even With a peaceful smile.

"Hello." He nodded politely towards everyone. "I noticed a transaction going on here that violated the laws of the Kama Taj Society, so I'll check it out."

He turned his head and looked at Jason Hunt, who was trembling with a golden face, and nodded to him: "Long time no see, Hunter. Are you selling things that shouldn't be sold again?"

"you you..."

Jensen's tongue seemed to be in a knot, his upper and lower jaws kept opening and closing, and there was a monotonous sound between his teeth. He could hardly understand a complete sentence, but just stood there with a face full of fear, leaning forward as if his spine had been bent by something.