Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Katarina patiently lurked in the shadows, waiting for the patrol in front of her to pass by.

One thing needs to be made clear - even if she is the only blade master in Noxus, it does not mean that she can face an entire group of Piltover guards alone without getting hurt.

Blade masters can't do that.

Those who get this title are deadly blades in the shadows, not warriors who attack head-on. Furthermore, the position she is in now has the highest security level, and the Hextech firearms in the hands of the guards are no joke.

For play.

She counted her heartbeats, one after another. Time passed very slowly in such a situation. Fortunately, she had long been used to it.

Fifteen minutes later, the guards near the square gradually disappeared. Caterina poked her head out from the shadows under the statue, observing the surrounding scene vigilantly.

Mrs. Piltover - at least those wealthy Piltovers are like this. They are very fond of an architectural style that seems extremely weird to Katarina, like a mix and match, or like a designer's head when drawing a blueprint.

Had a convulsion.

The female assassin stared sharply at one of the buildings, scanning every detail of it carefully.

The third floor has no windows and only one door, which is a model that is easy to defend but difficult to attack. According to the information given to her by the accompanying mage, this is a secret underground prison for Mrs. Piltover.

She didn't know how those mysterious military mages obtained this information, but she had to admit that they were of great help.

If the plan succeeds...

She waited patiently in the shadows for another hour, and the guards worked two shifts. She remembered this rule, and then took advantage of the gap in patrol to jump out from under the statue with her long and powerful thighs.

After a few jumps, we arrived at the gate of the underground prison.

Until this moment, her figure was still obscured by shadows, and the night seemed to love her especially. Even the snipers who were ambushing in the two nearby houses did not notice her standing in front of the gate so grandly.

Now, the question before her was how to get in.

Catalina wasn't worried about this.

She reached out and took out a delicate-looking brass key from her belt, and walked calmly and gracefully to the side alley - if you didn't look at the location and her dress, she would have looked as calm as a tourist on an outing.

Then, Catalina 'inserted' the key into the wall of the house.

This thing shouldn't have happened, it doesn't conform to the laws of nature - the key must be inserted into the keyhole, just like a sword must have a scabbard. But it just happened, and here's what's even weirder.

It's weirdly appropriate.

A faint dotted line appeared on the wall. After a few seconds, the dotted line formed a black door. There was even a door handle, and the brass key was inserted on it.

A satisfied smile appeared on the female assassin's face.

Although it would be difficult for her to communicate with the military mages, the help they provided was real.

Of course, there are also the Vastaya spies who thoroughly understood the political situation in Piltover, the life experience and even the character of the members before the war began.

Only in Noxus can you see this wonder.

Vastayans are reused without any reason, and mages who are persecuted elsewhere have a quiet environment... Equality for everyone has not been realized in Noxus today, but everyone is

It's true that there is a chance.

She opened the door and approached. The room that appeared in front of her looked like a laundry room. It was well disguised, but Catalina saw through this poor disguise at a glance.

No servant in charge of laundry would throw underwear and coats into the same basket - not to mention, they look too plain. This is not in line with the status of people who can afford to live here.

Catalina quietly squatted down in front of the laundry room door and peered out through the keyhole. The corridor outside was empty, but she did not relax her vigilance and stayed in the laundry room for seventeen more minutes.

Her wait was worth it.

There were two footsteps outside the door, followed by the sound of matches being lit and the sound of two men exhaling contentedly.

One of them spoke first: "I can't believe those gentlemen actually used refracting prisms in the city."

"What are they afraid of?" The other one took a long puff of cigarette before speaking. "Also, talk less about this kind of topic... This is an untouchable topic, do you understand?"

The first guard to speak looked a little aggrieved: "We all have one pair of eyes, one nose, and one mouth. Why should they be superior to others? We can't even let others speak?"

"It's not that they don't let you speak, it's that their money doesn't let you speak. Boy, you are still too young."

The guard who kept smoking laughed and said in a low voice: "I saw this clearly ten years ago, didn't you notice? Newspapers are full of new discoveries of Hex Technology all day long, and the dock was built again.

Several new ships…”

"What's the problem?"

"This is a big problem, you innocent child."

The one who was smoking changed his stance, and his heavy boots made a clanging sound on the hardwood floor.

He continued: "There are small shops everywhere that have been bought by big families, and the streets are full of street children and homeless bankrupts - this was the case ten years ago. Did the newspapers report it? Ha...

..”

They were silent for a long time before the young guard spoke again: "The congressman below is Mr. Jess, isn't he?"

"Yes." The smoker replied. "Jace Tallis...sigh."

He sighed: "It's bad luck for him. When the Noxians are repelled, he will also die together. The captain told me yesterday that the other gentlemen on the council are very dissatisfied with him."

"A bunch of bastards..."

After finishing their cigarettes, they gradually moved away. Caterina opened the door and walked out, and the electric lights in the corridor began to inexplicably fall into darkness.

She raised her right hand, fumbled for a silver ring on her index finger, turned it, and the light returned to light again.

interesting.

The female assassin couldn't help but smile - even if she went back this time, the information she gathered was enough to make a difference. The refracting prism, a young congressman named Jess Tallis, Piltover

The dire situation of the common people...

Any piece of information is enough to give Noxus a greater advantage in the war.

However, Catalina was not satisfied.

For her, tasks usually have two outcomes. The first is to exceed the target, and the second is to fail.

The female assassin stretched out her hand and took out two daggers. Her boots stepped on the thick hardwood floor without making any sound.

Now, she is going to exceed her goal.