Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Kaer Morhen.

The castle has undergone surprising changes in the past ten years. Some villagers at the foot of the mountain spread the news that Kaer Morhen was rebuilt. Although not many people believed it, the few who saw it with their own eyes were all impressed by it.

The castle absorbed his mind. There was even a painter who came to Vesemir and begged Vesemir, hoping to let him paint a painting of Kaer Morhen. He was rejected as it should be.

The old witcher now just wants to quietly train their new apprentice, and doesn't want to do anything else.

He sat on the balcony on the second floor of the castle, watching the young man in the yard stepping on the wooden stakes. He was wearing a thin shirt, and his black hair was flying up and down as he jumped. His pair of cat eyes confirmed that he was

The identity of the witcher.

Even though he is still an apprentice.

Vesemir shouted: "Hurry up! Anderson! Do you want to wash the stables again tonight!"

The young man was excited, and he immediately jumped up quickly, but accidentally fell off the wooden stake. Vesemir sighed. Anderson is good at everything, but he is easily disturbed. He is still like this in training,

How can you safely let him go out to receive the commission? You know, those monsters won't just make him more bruised, they will kill him!

A hoarse voice came from behind him: "You are too harsh on him, Vesemir."

"Oh? It seems that you want to comment on the way I train apprentices?" Vesemir turned around with a bad look. The shirtless Geralt stood behind him, with the beard on his chin still showing the traces of last night.

Traces of his vomit.

This made Vesemir even more unhappy.

He opened his mouth to scold Geralt, but the witcher, who was well prepared, slipped downstairs and said to Vesemir: "I'll go down and teach him. You should rest, old man."

Vesemir had no choice but to sit back in his chair and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Who is old? I just killed the bat-winged demon not long ago! This guy doesn't know how to respect the elderly..."

He looked at Anderson in the yard and recalled the day Geralt brought him back sixteen years ago.

At that time, he was still in swaddling clothes, and he even looked about the same size as a wine bottle. Because of the long journey, his health was not very good. Vesemir once thought that the child was going to die, but who knew that he survived. He was very strong. The old man is here

I bought some goat milk for him at the foot of the mountain and watched him grow up little by little. Vesemir used to leave the castle every year, but since Anderson came, he has not left for sixteen years.

Anderson received complete training as a witcher at the age of twelve. The 'gadget' left to him by Geralt's mysterious mage friend lived up to its fatally long name. Anderson lay down in it, feeling uneasy.

Samuel sat next to him all night. When he woke up the next morning, Anderson said he just felt like he had slept.

Looking at his cat eyes, Vesemir didn't know what to say. He thought of the suffering he suffered in his youth in order to survive the Trial of Green Grass, and couldn't help but lament why the mage didn't come decades earlier.

Geralt walked out of the gate of Kaer Morhen, and the sun shone on him. The witcher suddenly had the urge to go back and go to sleep, but because he drank all the old man's stock last night, he also vomited.

One place. If he went back to sleep now, he would probably be thrown out of Kaer Morhen by Vesemir. He decided to teach Anderson for a while first.

"Hey! Anderson! Come here!"

He stood in front of the gate and shouted loudly. Anderson jumped down from the wooden post. He grew very fast and was already almost up to Geralt's shoulders.

"Have you practiced swordplay recently?" Geralt asked.

Anderson nodded.

"Very well, take a training sword and go to the dummy to show me the results of your training."

Anderson did as he was told. He held the unopened training sword and stood in front of the armored training dummy. He took a deep breath and waited for Geralt's command.

But he waited for a long time and didn't hear the witcher speak. He turned around and saw Geralt leaning on the stone bricks and looking at him expressionlessly. He turned his head and even spread his hands.

: "Why are you looking at me? Do you want to wait for me to call start? Listen, monsters and bandits blocking the road will not tell you that they are about to attack. Just start when you are ready."

After he finished speaking, Anderson began to swing his sword.

Geralt had to admit that Anderson's swordsmanship talent was very good. At least his footsteps were very solid. This was very valuable. Many novices were keen on fancy sword turning and wrist skills, and few could do it at the beginning.

I noticed that footwork is the foundation of swordsmanship, and it is also the secret that determines whether you are a killing machine or a half-baked swordsman.

His footsteps were very solid, and each step he took and retracted was as precise as a machine, and even had a little bit of freedom in it. Geralt also noticed that he rarely used flashy swordsmanship, such as using

The sword was raised above his head and spinning like an idiot. Anderson only chose those sword techniques that could cause the most damage with the least effort. He would either attack the eyes, the heart, or the arms and lower body.

"Not bad." Geralt gave a rare smile and nodded. Anderson gasped and put down his sword. Even if he accepted the grass trial, it was really difficult for him to practice sword practice after training all morning.

He was a sixteen-year-old boy. But he didn't say anything. Geralt liked his character very much, just like his mother.

Thinking of his mother, Geralt felt dazed for a while.

It seems like yesterday that I went on adventures with the mage. He is a good traveling companion and can pick up any topic. It is always a pleasure to chat with him. Except for the fact that he always likes to be the Riddler, which is very annoying.

, everything else was fine. He could not forget what he experienced in Livia in 1234. The strange manor and the brave girl were still vivid in his mind.

How are they doing now?

Geralt had no answer, but he did know the current situation of Verya, Anderson's mother. Her reputation even spread to Novigrad, and within ten years, she became a very famous female scholar in the world. Although she

Geralt didn't understand anything about research and wasn't interested.

Vesemir's voice came from above, waking him up from his memories: "Come up and eat! Anderson! By the way, let the lazy guy next to you put on his clothes! Who walks around shirtless all day? He thought he was

What kind of handsome man is he?!"

Anderson looked at Geralt, he shrugged and ran into the castle. Geralt burst into laughter, the old man's temper had never changed.