Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

He Shenyan had to admit one thing: he was a little confused.

This emotion has not appeared in his heart for a long time, at least not since he was sure that he and Strange must shoulder the banner of protecting the earth. But before Gu Yi died,

Her performance and her willingness to die still left the mage with mixed emotions.

He himself also knows that returning to this world is mostly just to escape responsibility. But there are some things that cannot be escaped.

He sighed rarely. At this moment, Geralt opened the door and walked in. He pointed to the door and said, "I put the carrot in front of your tower and made a simple horse stake."

...Hey, what's that look in your eyes?"

The mage looked away, trying not to laugh out loud: "It's nothing, Geralt."

Of course the witcher knew what he was thinking, and he replied confidently: "I just call it Carrot, what's wrong? Every horse of mine is called Carrot!"

"I really shouldn't have expected anything from your poor naming style...especially if you've learned from the past."

The two sat down at the long table.

The mage asked: "So? What are your plans next? Continue to travel around the world to try your luck and find bounties?"

"Otherwise? This is how witchers live. As for you, do you want to stay here for more than ten years until the girl leaves?"

"More than ten years? No, no, no, you look down on her a little too much, and you look down on me too much." The mage raised three fingers: "She will be able to become a master in three months at most."

Geralt cast a suspicious look: "I heard that the training of mages lasts for more than ten years. How come it only takes six months to get here?"

"First, she is a genius. Second, I am also a genius." He Shenyan said matter-of-factly.

"And I don't have to stay here all the time, Geralt. Did you forget? I'm a mage. We have portals."

"Then why didn't you use the portal during our previous trip?"

"Good question, Geralt. You see, most of the portals used by mages require that they have been to that place themselves. Others rely on prepared nodes in advance. They will plant spell nodes all over the world.

It is used for teleportation. Even I am not exempt from this. This is the limitation of teleportation spells. You must have been to that place."

"Why do I feel like you are lecturing to me..."

"Is there any?" The mage blinked. He actually realized this. He simply coughed twice, made a gesture, and opened a portal to Kaer Morhen.

He said: "Would you like to go back and take a look?"

Geralt didn't refuse.

The two of them crossed the portal that glowed with blue light together. It was difficult for Geralt to describe this feeling. In fact, he didn't feel anything at all. He just took a step forward and he crossed over.

After a long journey of more than two months, we returned to Kaer Morhen again.

This castle restored by the hands of a mage is beautiful and magnificent. Under the sunlight, the milky white tower top even reflects the dazzling silver light. Geralt smiled unconsciously, if there was a place in the world where he could

These wandering witchers call home, it must be Kaer Morhen.

They walked into the courtyard. A black-haired boy wearing a shirt was waving a training sword at the dummy. Even He Shenyan, a layman with swords, could tell that he must be an expert. The boy's ears moved.

He stirred, turned around cautiously, and relaxed again after seeing Geralt.

The demon hunter pointed with his thumb at the mage standing behind him and introduced: "This is the mage I mentioned to you, Anderson."

"You mean that mage you always said drunkenly that he was the damn Riddler?"

Geralt laughed awkwardly: "Yes, Anderson."

He turned his back to the mage and made an "I'll deal with you later" expression to Anderson. The boy smiled. He stepped forward and shook hands with He Shenyan very politely: "Hello, sir.

My name is Anderson, and I am an apprentice here."

"He Shenyan, mage, part-time Riddler." His words made Geralt laugh awkwardly. Vesemir appeared in front of the hall door. He said with disgust: "You are so stupid.

The laughter can be heard even by me sitting in the hall! Geralt! Go to the kitchen and bring the soup I made! Anderson, you go and help him too!”

He drove Geralt away and asked Anderson to help him. Then he enthusiastically walked forward and gave the mage a hug. This caught He Shenyan a little off guard, but the old man obviously meant it sincerely: "

Thank you, Mr. He. I don’t know how to express my gratitude, but you will always be the most distinguished guest of the Wolf School."

He Shenyan didn't know how to react. In his magnificent ten years as a mage, he had never been thanked so sincerely. He was either killing cultists or aliens.

, or kill other miscellaneous things. The only free time I have is basically occupied by learning spells.

He tried his best to maintain the expression on his face: "I... am honored."

They walked into the hall. He Shenyan saw some wooden boxes with wine in the hall, and many alchemy bombs in the corners. There were several gleaming swords on the wall beside him. Noticing his sight, Visser

Mir introduced: "I found those in the armory of the castle. Although they look sharp, they are actually just fake. They have no other use except for being used as decorations."

He took out a bottle of wine from the box on the side and handed it to the mage. He said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I haven't traveled in many years. I don't have any good wine to entertain you."

The mage just smiled, took the wine, and drank half of the bottle in one gulp. Vesemir did not lie, this was indeed not a good wine, but the mage didn't care at all.

Geralt walked out of the kitchen, wearing thick cotton gloves and holding a pot of soup in his hand. The aroma came from inside. At this moment, he looked more like a cook than a witcher. He grinned and placed the pot on the

On the long table in the hall, he took off his cotton gloves and said to Vesemir: "You should really pay attention to the heat, old man. The handle of the pot is boiling hot!"

Anderson passed behind him silently, holding dishes and other things in his arms.

Vesemir replied: "If you still want to eat, shut up, Geralt. Don't think I don't know that you thought my soup was salty last time. Come and try it again this time!"