Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"I...I believe."

The mage nodded: "There is a saying that seeing is believing. Do you want to see it?"

"No!" He answered very neatly.

"Very well. Now get out and never come back. If you show up near my tower one more time, I'll kill you and extract your soul and attach it to a bucket of dung."

The man quickly got up and left with the villagers covered in feces. Geralt walked up to the mage and said, "I thought you would kill him directly."

"No, normally, I wouldn't do that." The mage's tone was calm and he didn't even look angry at all.

This made Geralt a little surprised. He looked at the wizard and asked, "This is not like the you I know."

"Geralt, Geralt. Hey, my friend. What image do I have in your mind? A demon who kills people at the slightest disagreement?"

"That's just what happens to people like him. It's nothing special, Geralt. You can't expect people who have spent their lives dealing with mud and pigsty to become kind and polite. In fact, it's just not the war now. I bet that

Each of them had a rusty sword or two hidden in his basement or in a box under his bed, just waiting for the war to start and go out and rob them."

"You seem to know a lot about history."

"It's just a superficial personal understanding. Farmers will choose to do these things if they don't have enough to eat. There is no other way. People must have something to eat to survive. Survival is the first instinct of human beings.

They don’t even have enough to eat, so how can you ask them to be polite and moral people?”

The mage paused and then said: "And I also feel that there is no need to be angry with him, because it is not himself who caused him to become like this."

"Are we going to start a philosophical topic again?" Geralt said with a narrow smile.

"This is not philosophy...my friend." The mage also laughed, but there was silence immediately after. His expression made Geralt unforgettable for many years: "This is a very

A heavy and very serious topic.”

The demon hunter didn't know why, but he wanted to continue listening. Noticing his expression, the mage continued.

"Look, Geralt. People know what it feels like to be hungry soon after they are born. Most of the time, babies cry because of hunger. This is human nature. Only when you are full can you be qualified and have time.

and Yuyu to think about other things. As for these farmers, they have worked in the fields all their lives, and 80% of their income has to be handed over to the king, and they even have to pay taxes during the holidays. In case of war..."

"Tsk tsk, that scene...I recently read a book called "History of the Redanian War". The author had a sentence that impressed me very deeply. He said: 'According to incomplete statistics, as long as the war starts,

When the kings could not find mercenaries, the peasants would lose their sons, and then due to lack of labor, they would not be able to pay the rent. Therefore, some of them would choose to rob the road and be hanged, while others would

Borrow at usurious rates and the rest will starve to death.'"

"So in your opinion, how can this kind of thing be changed?" Geralt knew that what he said was true. Every word the mage said was filled with heavy blood. The demon hunter has traveled around the world in these years, and has fought many wars.

During this period, not only dead people are everywhere, but monsters will also appear and hunt everywhere.

"It can't be changed, at least not now."

"You can't do it either?"

"I can, Geralt. Of course I can wave my hand and let all the kings in the world die, and then rule them myself. Make sure that everyone can live a good and happy life... But the problem is, if

What if I left? Besides, do you think I am the person who would do this?"

The mage did not let the topic continue. He just waved his hand to indicate that the topic was over. The last words he said made Geralt think for a long time: "I cannot lead people forward as a god, they have to lead themselves.

Geralt."

"God helps those who help themselves."

They parted in front of the tower, and Geralt decided to stay with the wizard for a while. But he had to get his horse back. So the wizard returned to the tower alone.

He opened the door.

"While I'm glad you're working so hard... Andrea, you can't start practicing until you finish your breakfast."

Hearing the mage's voice, the girl sitting in front of the long table raised her head in panic. She finished the remaining half of bread in her hand, then took the book and ran to the mage. She pointed to a paragraph on it and asked.

Said: "Teacher, I don't quite understand this paragraph."

The mage carefully looked at the theory about spell casting, and he explained: "Don't worry too much about these theoretical knowledge, Andrea. Although our spell casting has strict gesture control and magic guidance, if you are talented enough,

Or maybe you are experienced enough. You can completely ignore these things like me. Remember, rules are meant to be broken."

He snapped his fingers, and Andrea saw the dinner plate on her table fly into the mage's hand, and gradually transformed into a short wand in a burst of white light. The mage touched his chin, he pondered for a while, and decided

No more decorations.

He said: "This is... something some of my friends use. They like to use this wand to cast spells. It's not very clever, but it's enough for you. Take it and try to

The magic pours into you...you don't have to do anything, you just have to feel it."

Andrea did as she was told. She tried to relax, but still held the wand in her hand tightly. The rough touch gave her a different kind of peace of mind. As the magic power poured into her body, she felt a wave of relief.

Strange fluctuations came through her whole body. Her hair stood up and then fell down, and a numbing sensation spread from the soles of her feet to her scalp.

But this feeling came and went quickly. The magic power formed a small water ball on the top of the wand, which floated, clear and transparent. The mage smiled with satisfaction: "Look, you can rely entirely on yourself without any effort."

His instinct created a water ball. How does it feel to cast a spell?"

"It's... very strange, teacher. But I like this feeling very much."

"Very good, you are halfway through the door. Of course, it is only the first door." The mage ruthlessly took the wand from her hand and pointed to the glass of milk on the table that she had not finished drinking: "Drink up.

Then do the exercises. You will have to meditate on your own tonight without my help."

Andrea looked at the wand with longing eyes, but she didn't say anything. She just drank the milk with a grimace and went upstairs obediently.

The mage watched her figure disappear at the top of the stairs.