Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v15 Chapter 22 1 other rule

He Shenyan ignored Jason Hunt, who was about to die. He turned his head and gestured towards the Japanese. The mask in Ji Yedao's hand flew out of thin air and came to him. The mage glanced at it and shook his head indifferently.

"It's the mask of the Kimura family again. Sigh, cursed ghost mask, how many of these things do you want to buy? How many ghosts did his ancestors make..."

As he complained, he ignited a flame in his hand, and the mask turned to ashes in an instant.

A sigh of satisfaction reached everyone's ears, followed by a sentence in Japanese, with relief and gratitude: "Thank you very much, Your Excellency. Such a great favor will be repaid in the next life!"

"It doesn't matter whether you report it or not, it's hard to say whether you have an afterlife or not." He Shenyan shrugged, and several lightning bolts fell from the sky. The Japanese people who bought things disappeared without a trace in an instant, only Some dust left with the wind.

Jason Hunt's trembling became more intense.

At this moment, his heart was full of regret - of course, he regretted only because he was caught, that's all.

And He Shenyan didn't want to argue with him to make it better. A world can't be full of clear rivers, there will always be places like sewage pipes. That's the kind of guy Jason Hunter is. He's always making money, but he's never doing anything big.

For example, he just asked Ji Ye Doichi and the others what they wanted to do when they bought ghost noodles. An ordinary broker would never ask more, but he was different. This guy is not completely bad, and the good is not obvious. Ten percent weak.

Will He Shenyan kill him?

The answer is obviously no.

On the contrary, his tone was even calm: "Hunter, stop shaking there. I have something to ask you."

"You said it!" He immediately raised his head and shouted out a sentence very energetically.

"Don't worry. Did you buy that mask from Kimura, or did you get it from someone else?"

"Bought it from Kimura."

"He's still selling his heirlooms?"

"Kimura has forty-one lovers."

Jason Hunt said very quickly: "He spends a very large amount of money on it every year, and he is a very big spender. In the past two years, his industry was hit by the collapse of the United States and had to go bankrupt. So he started selling those masks again."

"Help me bring him a message later, let him see my face and stop selling this thing."

He Shenyan smiled kindly: "This is the first thing I want your help to do, Hunter."

And the second one? !

Jason Hunt wailed in his heart, if he could, he didn't want to have any intersection with He Shenyan. But this is obviously impossible. Unspeakable Black has always been a nosy guy and has a lot of energy.

Some people say that the day after the New York War ended, he went to Canada to investigate a witch sacrificial eucalyptus. Jason Hunt doesn't know if this is true or not, but he only knows that his life is now completely controlled by He Shenyan.

"Don't panic, there's no reason for me to kill you, Hunter. You're always so cunning and just doing tricks..."

He Shenyan smiled and shook his head: "We're old friends, aren't we? You've been in this business for a long time, and you know a lot of people. Everyone knows you, Jason Hunter."

The more he talked, the worse Jason Hunt felt. The dirty man licked his lips nervously, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Mr. He... If you have anything, just say it, I will try my best to finish it."

"That's what I like about your attitude, Hunter. There are many people who like to compromise on fulfilling other people's mandates, but you don't. That's probably one of your few strengths, you're always keeping your word—then , I want you to help me put a message out."

He Shenyan said softly, "I want to hold a memorial service for the Scarlet Witch. Please tell them that the memorial service will be held in Iceland in three days. See you then, Hunter. Be sure to tell everyone."

He stared into Hunter's eyes and said word by word, "I mean, everyone. Do you understand? All the people she's ever known, even if it's just by chance...if they don't come, Just don't give me face."

The voice fell, and he disappeared. The sky returned to its original wind and sunshine again, and Jason Hunt was breathing heavily, like a man who almost drowned. He knelt on the ground with a pale face, took out a mobile phone from his pocket with trembling hands, and dialed a number.

"Kimura? Yes, it's me. Your money will arrive later, I'll transfer it to you tomorrow... No, it's not that I reneged, it's the seller who died. I have to pay you with my own money. Who kills Oh, I almost forgot, Kimura. He's back. Which he? Who else? By the way, he told me to tell you, stop selling masks."

He hung up the phone, smiled wryly, and sniffed—some people in the wizarding world didn't know yet~www.novelbuddy.com~their good years of surviving were over.

Holy of Holies.

He Shenyan walked out of the portal. Strange was playing with a Rubik's cube in front of a table. It looked wooden and had eight steps.

He moved his fingers cautiously, and with a light click, the Rubik's Cube fell from his hand on the table, Strange scolded quite annoyed, and put the unrestored Rubik's Cube aside. He raised his head and asked, "How is it?"

"Everything is as planned."

He Shenyan turned out an armchair and sat down, leisurely beckoned towards the Rubik's Cube, and started to play by himself. He casually said: "The memorial service will be held in three days, at the Sacrificial Long Beach in Iceland. Everyone who has ever met Wanda, or even just said a word, will be there."

"I still don't understand," Strange said, frowning. "Why so much fanfare? Also, what can someone who has only said a word do to our investigation into her disappearance?"

"You won't understand, Junior Brother. Sometimes the investigation doesn't have to follow the clues. I prefer to be more imaginative. It's like the eighth-order Rubik's Cube of Karashu, if you only look at it with standard methods and a sober eye. , you can never get it back."

He Shenyan said while restoring the Rubik's Cube with his eyes closed. Half a minute later, with a light click, it was restored. The Karashu Rubik's Cube floated up, shattered into countless small pieces in front of them, and then merged into one again.

It was just a little toy, but Strange couldn't play well at all.

He Shenyan opened his eyes and said calmly: "Sometimes, you have to jump out of the mundane framework and the set rules, Strange. Isn't chaos and madness a rule?"