Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

This banquet, which only consisted of a pot of soup and dry hard bread, lasted until the afternoon. Although the ingredients were not rich and the wine was not top-notch, everyone present was very happy. Especially Vesemir, Geralt felt that he had been there for many years.

He had never been so happy. The beard on his face was trembling, and he kept talking about the adventure stories of his youth.

Geralt has basically been eating Hesse like crazy, and Vesemir is very good at making soup. This time he deliberately added less salt, and there were large chunks of mutton floating in it, plus spices, and he drank the soup in one breath.

He ate four pieces of bread before stopping. Anderson didn't give in too much. He was growing taller and had also passed the test of green grass. His appetite was much larger than that of ordinary people.

The pot of mutton soup was basically solved by the two of them. The mage and Vesemir basically didn't eat much, and they kept drinking.

The old man's face turned red. He suddenly raised the wine bottle in his hand, stood up on the chair, and sang an ancient ballad loudly. He Shenyan listened carefully. The general idea of ​​the lyrics was that a young man from the Skellige Islands wanted to gain

He fell in love with a local young woman, so he went to sea and vowed to hunt a whale by himself and bring it back as a gift to her.

However, in the process, the young man saw all kinds of dangers, such as tsunamis, storms, water ghosts, and the ghosts under the water. With courage and love, he made it to the end and saved his life, but he didn't.

Caught a whale.

The song ended abruptly without explaining the ending. Vesemir sat down tremblingly. He drank too much, and even the mutated immune circulation system of the witchers could not make him sober. He was drunk.

The old man looked at the rebuilt hall of Kaer Morhen, and tears suddenly filled his eyes. He began to mutter to himself, and read out names one after another.

Whose name was it? No one asked aloud.

Anderson put down the food in his hand and took the old man back to his room to rest. The two people sitting in the hall could hear his voice getting farther and farther away, and they were still chanting their names continuously.

People who have passed away.

Geralt suddenly said: "Do you still remember your prophecy?"

"Remember."

Geralt raised his head, holding half a piece of bread in his hand, and said in an aria-like tone: "In the dark night, the white wolf will meet the young black wolf. They will pass through the storm and cross the ocean.

They will rebuild their former glory, and they will search the whole world for a swallow... The black wolf will be dying, or even on the verge of death..."

"Now, I have found the Black Wolf. He was indeed born in the dark night. But I don't understand one thing, He. Will all the prophecies really come true?" When he spoke, his eyes stared at the mage closely.

The five fingers of the mage's right hand tapped on the table, and he pondered for a while: "It depends on how you look at this problem. Some people are in panic all day long after receiving the prophecy, fearing that their fate will be as tragic as the prophecy. Others

Then they don’t take it to heart at all, and they just live as usual. The prophecy will indeed come true, but how it will come true is something you can’t decide.”

"Do you want to listen to my advice?" the mage asked.

Geralt nodded, took another piece of mutton from the bowl and ate it. The mage could see that he was a little nervous.

"My advice is, don't take the prophecy too seriously, and of course, don't ignore it completely."

"Things are man-made, Geralt. You may not believe it when I say it, but I never believe in fate, whether in the past or the future. Do you know what I believe? I believe that things are man-made. And, if it's true,

If there is a so-called God of Destiny... then she must be an ugly, vicious old woman."

The mage's sudden turn made the demon hunter choke. He finally swallowed the mouthful of mutton. He laughed and said, "I agree with you. If the God of Destiny really exists, then she must be a cousin."

After a moment of silence, he mentioned another thing: "You know... do you know who Anderson's mother is?"

"I don't know. But I'd like to hear the details."

"Do you remember the hotel I stayed in in Livia? She was the sister of the owner of that hotel. A very good girl, she has now become a well-known scholar."

Geralt didn't know where to start. Taking advantage of Anderson not coming back, he simply told the whole story about Bols Manor. When talking about the man who suddenly appeared and Vilia who was pregnant after being kidnapped,

He said: "I later discovered that the man I killed in the manor was the bastard who kidnapped her. From then on, I began to doubt everything."

The mage turned his head slightly, looked behind him, and said calmly: "Did you discuss it with her when you took away her child?"

"...No. But her brother agreed."

"Her brother is not herself, Geralt."

"I know, I know... But how do you want a girl to live with a child?" Geralt's lips turned a little white.

He Shenyan said lightly: "You are not her, Geralt. No one has the right to make decisions for another person, even if it is for her own good. Besides...you actually have selfish motives, right?"

The mage's words made the demon hunter lower his head. He was silent for a while and then said: "Yes."

"Recasting the glory of the past... seems to be my problem, Geralt. I really shouldn't have made that prophecy just because of a whim." He Shenyan shook his head.

Geralt pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

The soup in the pot has reached the bottom. Large pieces of mutton have been eaten, leaving only a few bones floating alone in it.

The mage continued: "What do you want to do when you suddenly mention this matter?"

"I want to find Wei Ya..."

"Then what? You took away her newborn child without saying a word. Are you going to take him back again after sixteen years?"

"I know what I did was..."

Anderson suddenly walked out and interrupted what Geralt wanted to say. The black-haired boy said calmly: "I have no objection, Mr. He."

"Anderson..." The demon hunter looked at his face, feeling a little guilty.

Anderson just smiled reassuringly: "I don't blame you, Geralt. Maybe my mother and I didn't want to leave each other, but the fact is that she couldn't survive with me at that time, and she had to be ignored by others."

The mage sighed, this was the second time he had done this today.

He said: "Well, since you two have the same idea, then finish your meal quickly and wear some decent clothes. Let's go find your mother."