Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Their conversation lasted for a long time, covering almost everything from human geography to Geralt's views on wizards. There were more and more wine bottles on the table. The witcher was indeed an alcoholic, and there was no excuse for this.

. He almost drank all the stock the mage brought.

Fortunately, this kind of wine doesn't have much staying power, otherwise He Shenyan would have to prevent Geralt from vomiting suddenly. He didn't want his vomit to stain his floor.

The witcher shook his head. It was already late at night, and sleepiness came to his mind. He asked, "Do you have a place to sleep here?"

"Of course. But you may have to wait a while."

The witcher was a little confused. He saw the mage take out a golden pocket watch from his arms and clicked it. The originally dark room suddenly lit up with soft white light. The pendant on his chest began to vibrate, and the witcher felt

The unique feeling of euphoria after drinking was quickly leaving him, and even the fatigue after a long journey disappeared.

The mage shouted upstairs: "Andrea! It's time to meditate!"

A girl's clear voice came from upstairs: "I know! Teacher, come right away!"

Geralt heard the sound of chairs being dragged and the sound of shoes touching the floor. He turned his head and saw a girl with flaxen hair walking down the stairs. She was not as famous as the bald man said.

She was beautiful. She could even be called a little ugly, but her eyes left a deep impression on the witcher.

Farmers and fools don't have that look in their eyes. They may be very cunning and know how to defraud other people's money. But they will never give people a calm feeling with their eyes like this girl.

But at the first glance, the demon hunter concluded that this girl's future achievements would never be low.

"This is my friend, a witcher, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt stood up from his chair and made an exaggerated bow. The mage gave him a look of "What the hell are you doing?" and made the girl pinch the hem of her skirt nervously. She responded in kind.

He bowed and said in a low voice: "Hello, Mr. Geralt. My name is Andrea. Yes...yes..."

She didn't finish the second half of the sentence, and kept glancing in the direction of the mage. He Shenyan laughed helplessly, and he asked Andrea to finish the second half of the sentence: "She is my student."

"This Mr. Geralt was invited by your father. He wanted this gentleman to take you back."

Hearing that this matter was related to her father, Andrea's expression suddenly became calm. Her voice was still small, but this time it was very firm: "You can go back and tell him, I will not go back and let him

He sold me to that bastard. He only thought about money, but he never thought that that bastard was forty years older than me and had beaten three wives to death!"

Geralt nodded and turned to the mage with a questioning look.

The mage shook his head: "A local businessman... has quite a history in this area. He has never been caught, or he has some special relationship with the sheriff."

Geralt bared his teeth: "Many of the commissions I received about demon spirits, they were all transformed from women who were beaten to death by their husbands. These sons of bitches beat their wives when they were drunk, and they were angry.

He also beats his wife, not caring about the oath he swore in front of the goddess Meriteri when he got married, damn scum..."

The mage commented: "Everyone has a violent factor, Geralt. It's the animal nature in our bodies, and it can't be changed. But normal people can control their animal nature, but some people can't."

"It's just a beast."

"Stop talking about this. Come on, Andrea, how are you feeling today?"

The girl walked up to him, the mage hooked his fingers, and a comfortable purple velvet armchair appeared in place. The girl sat on it, she closed her eyes as before, started to communicate with magic, and at the same time replied: "It feels good

,Teacher. But I don’t quite understand what you mean by magic communicating with reality..."

"You will understand when you cast the spell successfully for the first time. Now, relax." the mage instructed.

The witcher asked softly: "Should I leave?"

"No need, just stay quiet. Watching this process is also good for the magic in your body."

"Magic? The seals used by witchers are cast within our bodies..." Geralt said in confusion.

The mage said the last words, and then fell silent: "Everyone has magic power in their body...it's just a more or less different difference."

The soft white lights in the room began to gather together, and just watching their movement made Geralt feel a rush of heartbeat. He covered his chest, not understanding why this made his heart beat faster.

White light gathered on the girl's head, and they began to fly, guarding her head like a crown. Andrea, who had already started meditating, was unaware of this.

Geralt's heart beat faster and faster, and he even began to feel palpitations. The white lights became brighter and brighter, until they reached a certain critical point and disappeared, while complex patterns appeared out of thin air on the girl's forehead. The lines were beautiful and concise.

, it looked quite mysterious. Then, it started to glow.

Just like those white lights, it also began to light up, flickering with the girl's breathing. It lasted for more than half an hour. The mage pushed the girl with his spiritual tentacles, waking her up from meditation. At this moment

, the pattern on her forehead disappeared.

Andrea looked at the mage anxiously, and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, I seem to have done something wrong. I didn't feel anything this time, I just felt like I slept..."

The Master smiled reassuringly: "No, you did very well. It's nothing special. Now drink some milk and go to bed. You have a whole set of test questions to do tomorrow."

The girl did as she was told, ran up the stairs and disappeared.

Geralt watched her go away before asking: "What was that you just did?"

"Isn't it obvious to help her meditate?" The mage replied nonchalantly, as if he didn't hear what the witcher was referring to.

"No, no, no, what you just did... my pendant almost flew up!"

"Okay, it's just a very ordinary energy-gathering spell. It can help her go further on the road of magic in the future. It's nothing special." The mage talked about the matter lightly. He snapped his fingers and left the hall.

The scene inside began to change. The original stove and long table disappeared, replaced by a neat and clean room.

The decoration inside the house is not very luxurious, it can even be said to be simple, but Geralt is not used to living in those exaggerated houses. On the contrary, he feels good like this.

The mage walked to the door, opened it, and the witcher saw a dark sky full of stars. The mage walked out, closed the door, and left the witcher with a low good night.

Geralt stood there, looking at the ordinary white wooden door. He thought for ten minutes about whether to open the door and take a look. But in the end, he decided to sleep peacefully.