Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v15 Chapter 13 ��th

In the picture, a group of black men in white robes are enthusiastically surrounding a group of gypsies in the center. There are many of them, and the Gypsies are far fewer. They brought home rolls, and the women and children were hiding in the carriage, only daring to stick their heads out to peek out.

"The specific reason is probably that there is a guy in this group of gypsies who has dirty hands and feet. They were originally here to attend a spellcaster party held by the voodoo cult. After the party, the voodoo people found their hands and feet. An antique disappeared."

Strange said calmly: "That antique is nothing unusual, it's just the skull left by the most respected shaman Rildu in the voodoo religion today."

"Let me guess." He Shenyan laughed. "These gypsies were killed by voodoo?"

"Almost, but you've got to do it the other way around."

Strange laughed too, but with a wry smile.

"Somehow that group of gypsies turned and killed the voodoo religion that surrounded them - it happened suddenly, to be honest, even we didn't react. Gatherings, but they've been keeping their guard up, abstaining from casting spells in the presence of people, and not providing spell services to ordinary people for over thirty years."

"There were a lot of people who didn't even have materials to cast spells with them, like their beloved voodoo dolls... Anyway, they all died. No exceptions."

Strange made a gesture, and the picture began to change.

Out of the group of surrounded gypsies came a guy with a big shoulder and a round waist, with short black hair. His appearance is very distinctive, as long as you take a look at it, it is basically difficult to forget.

It's hard to forget when you grow up to be that ugly. It would be excusable if it was just ugly, but his face was full of scars. The guy was standing in front of the gypsy, holding a skull in his hands and holding it up high. Seeing this, the black people were even more angry.

"I guess this skull belongs to Riardu?"

"Yeah—look what he did next."

The guy grinned and crushed Riordu's skull, powder and fragments fell from between his fingers, and then, a dark green flame burst out, as if he had self-consciousness and fell from the fragments. The place where all the voodoo people were burned to ashes.

The gypsies left quickly.

"It was as if they had disappeared from this world, and no trace could be found again." Strange shook his head. "As for the way he casts spells, I guess you can tell without me telling you?"

Of course He Shenyan could see it.

Gypsies are a wandering people, they never stay in one place for too long. Travel around the world. This has been the case since the 10th century, and their footprints have spread all over the world.

There are indeed spellcasters among them, but all they are proficient at are simple divination spells to make money. There are also some rune spells for self-defense. They divination with shaman drums, knots, or make runes out of stones and animal bones to protect themselves from harm.

But it is absolutely impossible to be like what that ugly and outrageous guy did - in the picture, he used pure voodoo magic, and even the technique of casting spells was exactly the same, and the standard was textbook level.

"That's interesting, then, Strange," said the wizard softly. "However, let's put his business aside for now. Did you explain it to the voodoo people?"

"I gave it, but they won't accept it. There are more than one gypsies who came to the party. When the voodoo cult discovered what happened here, they chose blood for blood."

Strange pursed his lips: "The war lasted for a day and a half. After I arrived, I mediated them. This matter is over. They used to have a good relationship, as for now..."

He smiled wryly and shrugged.

"When did the connection between dimensions become closer?" He Shenyan asked.

"Yeah, since the gypsy disappeared... the connection between dimensions has become closer. This year alone, I have dealt with seventeen dimensional crossing events. There are still A foreigner is staying at Kama Taj, waiting eagerly for me to find a solution."

"Oh?"

He Shenyan became interested: "Take me to see him."

"It's her," Strange corrected. "By the way, Ho, this lady is very powerful."

The mage raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

"Ms. Kara, can you spare our wii?"

Kama Taj's veteran mage, burly but not bloated. In fact, Wang Zheng, who has gained weight in recent years, put a bitter face on a blond girl in front of him.

"I understand that the world you came to doesn't have as many video games as we have here, but Kama Taj's Wii is only 100 megabytes, and you have to play several new games every day, so other people's experience is very problematic. …”

"what?"

The girl called Kara was a little dumbfounded. UU reading www.uukanshu.com she blinked: "But, you are mages, and wii only has one hundred trillion?"

Wang sighed deeply.

"You don't know, Ms. Kara. This year's Supreme Mage is a stingy stingy. He doesn't give us funds to provide funds, and he exploits me to make me work overtime all year round."

"Huh?!" Kara was taken aback. "Is he so bad? Didn't you sue him for squeezing employees?"

Wang's brows furrowed even tighter, and his face shrunk into a ball: "Hey...he's my boss, who should I complain to?"

"It's abominable!"

Carla jumped off the sofa, dropped the gamepad in her hand, and waved her arms in indignation: "How could he do this? You tell me who he is, and I'll help you beat him twice!"

"...you don't have to hit me, Ms. Kara."

Strange emerged from the portal that had just opened, and glared at the king speechlessly: "This guy is just teasing you, he's not at ease."

"Is it true?" Kara looked at them suspiciously, until a man walked out of the portal, her eyes widening.

"You are that guy!"

He Shenyan frowned: "You know me?"

"Yeah! You're the mage who saved our world! I saw your picture at Batman!"

Carla happily ran over from the sofa, took his right hand and started shaking it up and down: "You're not dead! We all thought you were dead! Batman even built a statue of you!"

"......and many more."

He Shen pulled out his right hand without a trace: "You don't come from that world, do you...?"