Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt had to admit that he had a good sleep last night. He had not had such a peaceful sleep for a long time since he left Kaer Morhen for a long journey. There were no waves, and he did not have to be wary of wild beasts, monsters or bandits that might attack.

You can sleep until you wake up naturally.

The witcher was lying on his bed, with the sun shining on his face through the window. He rolled out of bed, picked up the pendant belt placed on the cabinet beside him, dressed neatly, and opened the door.

The starry sky he saw last night seemed to be just his illusion. Outside the door was a spiral staircase. Geralt walked down the stairs and saw Andrea sitting in the hall on the first floor eating breakfast.

"Good morning." The girl nodded to him and continued to eat the soft bread in front of her. There was an open ancient book next to her plate. Geralt glanced at it and found that he didn't have a word on it.

I can't even understand it,

"Uh...good morning. Hey, have you seen anything?" Geralt glanced at the soft bread in the basket on the table, picked up one and ate it, and asked as he ate.

Andrea didn't even raise her head: "Teacher should go out to relax now."

"Relax?"

"Yes, Mr. Geralt. Please sit down and eat. This place is very spacious. The teacher disappears for a period of time every morning and will not come back until noon."

Geralt sat down awkwardly. He didn't expect the girl to be so perceptive and realize that he didn't really want to stay here and be in the same room with her.

The witcher decided not to speak anymore. He chewed the bread in his mouth and raised his eyebrows in surprise. The bread was unexpectedly delicious.

He ate quickly, stood up after three times, five divided by two, and planned to leave the mage tower to explain to the bald man that his commission could not be completed. He said to Andrea: "Then, I will leave first. Please.

You tell He Sheng that if he wants to find me, I will stay in a hotel in the town for a while."

"Okay, sir." Andrea still didn't look up. She even forgot to chew the bread in her mouth. The book seemed to have some magic power, fixing her eyes firmly on it.

The witcher walked to the door. As soon as he put his hand on the door handle, he heard noisy voices and loud shouts coming from outside.

"Listen! You evil wizard! You better hand over my daughter! I know you killed the witcher! But you can't kill all of us!"

Geralt frowned and opened the door. He saw a group of villagers holding pitchforks and surrounding the open space in front of the mage tower. They were dressed in coarse cloth and the crowd was furious. Some even held buckets of dung in their hands and poured it on the mage tower.

This is some kind of rural legend, dirty objects can make magic invalid - Geralt thought to himself, there will probably be something good to watch later.

The bald man whom I met yesterday was standing in front of the crowd with a red face and a thick neck, shouting curses, but when he saw Geralt walking out of the door, he immediately shut his mouth.

Geralt closed the door with his backhand. He didn't know if the girl inside who was concentrating on reading heard it, but he didn't want her to hear these words. The bald man walked up to him and said incredulously: "You... you're not dead?

"

The demon hunter's frown deepened: "Why do you think I will definitely die?"

The bald man's face froze, and he replied hesitantly: "Uh...well, Master Demon Hunter, you see, aren't all wizards...well, aren't they all looking after human lives?"

Geralt was a little surprised when he heard an idiom from his mouth. He didn't expect that this bastard dog could spit out a piece of ivory from his mouth. He said coldly: "The commission cannot be completed, you can keep your money."

Already."

"What?!"

The bald man originally wanted to be angry - or in other words, he felt that he should be angry, because this incident made him lose face in front of everyone, and he had always been a tyrant in the town.

But when he saw Geralt's emotionless cat eyes, he swallowed back all the curse words he had prepared to scold the witcher for not keeping his word, and his hands that were ready to push the witcher were gone.

He took it back, and that greasy smile hung on his face again.

"Master... I can raise the price. You think, how about two hundred crowns? You just need to talk to the wizard!"

"There's nothing to talk about." Geralt rejected him cleanly again. He looked at the crowd around him and said to the bald man: "You'd better let them go back to where they came from, otherwise don't blame me.

Let me remind you, the owner of this tower is not as good-tempered as I am."

The bald man's face turned red, but he still didn't release it. Instead, he pulled Geralt a few steps away from the crowd. He whispered: "Master, I only have one daughter. She is about to die.

Married to a successful local businessman! But the wizard interfered. He must have put some kind of spell on my Andrea!"

"She is my daughter, and I know her. She will never disobey her father." The bald man became more and more angry as he spoke, and even began to gnash his teeth. He did not notice that the witcher's face had become strange.

, and did not notice that the crowd that had been shouting gradually became quiet.

Until a shadow enveloped him.

The bald man turned around and looked up. A man with black bubbles was floating in the air, looking at him quietly. A red light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He landed slowly, his pace was neither urgent nor slow. But the bald man began to retreat step by step, as if he was facing something terrible. His steps staggered, and he accidentally fell to the ground, eating a mouthful of mud.

At the same time, the filthy things that had been thrown on the tower began to peel off little by little, and they flew rapidly towards the person who threw them.

This man who valued money more than anything else sat on the muddy road. He pretended to give up everything for love and closed his eyes: "Come on! Wizard! It seems that taking away my daughter is a good idea."

It’s not enough for you! Come on! Kill me!”

The mage turned his head and glanced at the witcher. Geralt moved a few steps without leaving a trace to prevent blood from splattering on his body. But the mage did not make a move.

He shook his head slightly: "Although I had expected your greed and stupidity, I still didn't expect you to do this for a little money."

"Do you know that I can kill you directly? I can even imprison your soul and torture you for tens of thousands of years. Do you think I have the ability to do this?" The mage's voice was gentle and calm.

, he was neither anxious nor annoyed, and even smiled.

The man swallowed, and a great fear made him urinate. He trembled and wanted to escape, but another force stopped his trembling and forced him to speak.