Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt did not dare to tell Vesemir that he had added more salt, which made the pot of soup extremely salty. He knew that if he told him, he would not have to come back this winter. Even if he came back, Vesemir would not open the door for him.

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After dinner, he put on the dragon skin armor given to him by the mage, took his sword and his package and went out. His former horse was living a very good life now, spending all day on the hillside next to the castle.

Grazing on the grass, it was simply domineering and drove away all the carnivores. It also brought a lot more goats and deer, which gave them an advantage.

Geralt came to the stable and took out his new carrot, which was a docile black mare. Unfortunately, his previous horse was disemboweled by the evil spirits. He put on a saddle and put two swords on it.

Set off again.

Walking all the way down the mountain road, the Witcher's heart showed no fluctuation. He was thinking about whether he should go to Novigrad again for a while. He didn't experience the newly opened store last time. It was said that the service was very good.

. He squinted his eyes and his face was expressionless, which could even be called serious. As for what he was thinking...

To put it bluntly, everything is clean.

But Geralt is a bachelor now, and no one can say anything about him except for being slutty. What's more, he didn't steal or rob, and all the money he earned was from his own labor. Except for Vesemir who was nagging in his ear every day.

Apart from this, no one cares about anything else.

With this thought in mind, he came all the way to the town at the foot of the mountain. The owner of the inn had changed again. He seemed to be the son of the previous one, who was about thirty years old. Geralt took out fifteen crowns from his pocket and put it on the table.

Go up and ask for some dry food to take away.

He plans to go all the way south and stroll to Sintra. He hasn't been there for a long time, at least more than ten years. Monsters are like wheat, they will grow sooner or later. An experienced witcher will be like a farmer.

Accurately grasp the pattern of their appearance and harvest their lives in exchange for money - of course, they may also be harvested.

He walked out of the hotel slowly. The story of the Bald Knight, which was so popular more than ten years ago, was no longer mentioned by anyone. The degree of people's dislike of the old was not beyond his expectation. It was hard for him to tell whether he should be happy that he could finally stop being harassed, or not.

A little sad about this. But overall, he is still very satisfied with the days when he no longer needs to carry a hood around.

The sun shines on his white hair. Due to the dragon leather armor, Geralt looks completely incompatible with the witcher. The workmanship of the leather armor is so exquisite that he even needs to be covered with a cloak when he enters the city.

He continued along the path to see if he could kill some water ghosts... Yes, by now, he had looked past it. Killing water ghosts could make money and there was no danger, so why not do it?

A water ghost slayer will be a water ghost slayer, he thought optimistically.

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Geralt walked into the tavern covered in the smell of blood.

He threw out the five coins in his hand and motioned to the boss to give him a glass of Temerian stout. The bald boss didn't even raise his eyes as he said, "Hey, white-haired guy. The price has gone up."

"It wasn't there last time I came here."

"When was the last time you came here?"

Geralt looked into his eyes and said, "Three years ago."

The bald man said impatiently: "That's right, it's been three years. Of course I have to raise the price. Come on, ten kronor for a glass of dark beer."

"This is too expensive."

"If you don't buy it, get out! I'm the only tavern here! If you don't buy it, go drink the smelly water from those country bumpkin's houses!"

Geralt was not angry. He had long been accustomed to this level of insult, and it was nothing to him. He just took out five more crowns and put them on the table. The boss finally gave him a glass of dark beer.

He drank it all in one gulp, and just as he was about to find a seat to sit down, the boss said, "You can't sit here."

Geralt's movements paused.

"Why?"

The firewood crackled in the stove, and the sound of people drinking and talking paused. Their eyes wandered over the boss and the witcher.

"Because you stink so much, white-haired guy. I don't like people like you, but at least you can't stink up my bench, right? You stink like hell! And those two swords! Damn it, give them to me.

Get out!"

His outburst caught people off guard, his face was red, and he was shouting angrily. Geralt felt a little abnormal.

He glanced around the tavern hall and decided it would be better to exit here first.

He stood outside for twenty minutes. The boss sneakily reached out from the back door and saw him at a glance. The bald man changed his angry look before, nodded and ran towards the demon hunter, and even wanted to kiss him.

His left hand.

The demon hunter withdrew his left hand without leaving a trace, and said: "If you have anything to say, just tell me. Your attitude in the hall made me very uncomfortable."

The boss smiled awkwardly: "I can't help it...Master, I can't let the whole town know about my family scandal."

"Family scandal?"

"Yes, yes. But it definitely has something to do with the witcher!"

"Let's make it clear first that I won't help you kill your wife's lover or your mistress. I kill monsters to make money, not murder."

"No, no, no," he shook his head quickly, fearing that the witcher would run away, "I want to ask you to rescue my daughter from that damn wizard!"

"wizard?"

"Mage...warlock, hey! Whatever you want to call him! That damn guy wears black robes all day long. Since he came to town three months ago, we don't even see wolves around here! He must have done it.

What kind of evil magic. Of course, if it's just like this, I'd still be very grateful to him. After all, I'm not one of those hunters, and I don't care at all about the price of wolf hearts and wolf livers."

"But the problem is, he actually wants to teach my daughter to read!"

"For Melitelli's sake! He doesn't want to teach her to read! He just wants to have sex with her! My daughter is a well-known beauty! You must help me and bring her back!"

Geralt glanced at the ugly face of the bald man, and thought to himself how beautiful your wife must be to make your daughter a "famous beauty" when you look like this, but he didn't say it out loud. Sometimes, this

Saying this will result in you not getting the money.

He just asked lightly: "Where does he live?"

The bald man was overjoyed. He pointed to a black mage tower outside the town: "It's right there! Master! You can see it just by going there! He will not refuse any visitor!"

"Really? Then he is a very hospitable mage."

"Yes, he is still a very handsome oriental, comparable to the ones I had when I was young...Hey, why am I talking about this! Go ahead!"

"Wait a minute." Geralt suddenly stretched out his hand and asked, "Oriental?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

Geralt blinked, did not speak, and changed the subject: "Let's talk about my reward."