Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt did not ride a horse, he chose to walk to the mage tower.

Halfway through, he began to regret it. The roads in this town were broken and muddy, especially since it had just rained. His boots were covered in mud, forcing him to stop and use a dagger to cut off the mud.

.He walked all the way to the bottom of the mage tower. This tower was not high. It was completely black and had no luxurious decorations. Even the top of the tower, which some people regarded as a facade, was only made of red bricks.

Geralt took off his gloves and knocked on the heavy oak door. No one responded, but the door opened on its own with a creaking sound.

A mage in black robes sat with his back to him in the hall, drinking sullen wine. The wood in the stove was crackling, and there were no candles. The dim light made the mage's back look like some kind of pitch-black monster in the darkness.

"When he said he was an oriental man, I didn't quite believe it was you, why." Geralt walked to sit down opposite the mage and said.

"What did he say about me?" The mage's voice was hoarse.

The witcher shrugged: "Are you sure you really want to hear it?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, he said you were a damn wizard and you wanted to sleep with his daughter."

There was an exclamation in the darkness, and Geralt turned his head to look. A girl ran away from the junction of the stairs. Geralt did not see her face, only her flaxen hair.

He pointed in that direction and asked: "Are you really teaching her to read?"

The Master took another sip of wine and said nonchalantly: "Yes, why not? As long as people are willing to learn, I am willing to teach. Learning is human freedom... but many people will not go even if the opportunity is right in front of them.

cherish."

Geralt became interested, and just as he was about to speak, the mage put the wine in his hand. The witcher also took a sip, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Hell! You can't give me a drink like this!"

"What's wrong?"

The demon hunter didn't say anything. He drank the remaining third of the bottle in one breath. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "How can I drink ordinary wine in the future?"

The mage mocked mercilessly: "Come on, as long as an alcoholic like you is addicted, you are willing to take a few sips of even horse urine, let alone cheap wine."

"It's not that exaggerated...but I did drink alcohol."

"How does it feel?"

The demon hunter smashed his mouth and put down the bottle in his hand: "You don't want to know."

"So, what have you been doing during this time?"

The mage laughed meaningfully. He did not answer, but took out another bottle of wine from somewhere and handed it to the demon hunter. He asked: "Have you seen my one-click lazy self-service green grass?"

Is the trial machine ready? How is it?"

"We only used it once."

"once?"

"Yes." Geralt opened the cork. He stared at the liquid that was shining like a starry sky in the bottle. He was even reluctant to drink it. He swallowed and used great willpower to force himself to remove the cork.

Stuffed it back.

He continued: "The machine is available, but the apprentices must be carefully selected. In the past sixteen years, we have only brought back one apprentice. Fortunately, he is very good."

"Oh?" The mage became interested. He looked up at the ceiling, where the girl made some noise. He asked, "Do you mind talking to me?"

The witcher smiled, it was always fun to meet friends after a long absence, and Anderson indeed deserved his praise: "He is really great. When I was his age, I was thinking about how to become a knight all day long.

A sixteen-year-old boy..."

He made a gesture and stopped his hand in front of his shoulder: "...he is so tall and very strong. I can remember it after reading the monster album once. His swordsmanship style is different from that of Vesemir and I, and it is not the same as mine."

You know how he figured it out."

The demon hunter recalled the way the boy swung his sword and said with a smile: "He will definitely be a good swordsman in the future. He is fast, accurate, and ruthless. If he can do any of these three things, he will be good at swordsmanship."

He has made great achievements, and he has all three points. Although he is relatively young, time has never been a problem for us."

"It sounds like you're looking forward to it."

"Of course... what you did is of great significance to us. The reconstruction of the school can never be completed overnight. I thought I would be the last demon hunter, but now it seems that we will not be able to do that.

It will soon be swept away by history.”

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. Under the dim light, Geralt's expression was a little complicated. There was some sadness in his smile, but he quickly wiped it away.

He asked: "What about you? You have been here for three months and taught a girl how to read. Is this what you want to do? Be a rural teacher in the future?"

The mage raised a finger: "First, I have been a teacher before, although it was not long."

"Second, of course I can't just teach her to read. Andrea is a very smart child, and she also has a high affinity for magic."

The witcher laughed maliciously: "So you really want to... huh?"

"There is a saying in my hometown that dirty people look dirty in everything, Geralt." The mage answered him calmly.

"The girl found me on her own. She knew I was a mage and brought all her belongings, three hundred crowns. She begged me to teach her some basic spells."

"Three hundred crowns?!" The demon hunter was shocked. This was not a small amount of money. Sixteen years later, the value of crowns, as the currency issued by Novigrad, has risen sharply. Three hundred crowns can even buy an entire set of dwarf craftsmen.

He had full metal armor. He couldn't help but ask: "Where did she get so much money?"

"She is very talented in business...Geralt, or should I say, is a genius. A girl who was born in the countryside and doesn't even know how to read. Can make three hundred crowns with fifteen crowns, this is not

Genius, what is it? You see, this is the importance of opportunity. If I don't come here...then she may only be an innkeeper's daughter in her life, and marry a rough farmer in a few years, and work for him

If you do laundry and cooking, you might even get beaten."

"How did she do it?"

The mage spread his hands: "How do I know? Why don't you ask her?"

The demon hunter remembered what he had just said, he shook his head and said: "I'd better not ask for trouble. Words can hurt people, even if they are unintentional mistakes. Just keep talking."

"Anyway, she wants to learn magic... Then I'll teach her. Why not?"

"Aren't you afraid that after she learns your spell, she will approach the king like other mages and try to run away to the palace?"

"She won't." The mage replied firmly.

"Are you so sure?"

The mage smiled mysteriously, and that smile made the witcher roll his eyes. He knew that the mage was playing the same tricks as the Riddler again. And there was nothing he could do about it.