Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Verya was a little restless all day today.

Sixteen years later, her red hair was no longer bright. She had not felt this way for a long time. Sitting in her office, she stroked the scar on her face that had become less obvious with the passage of time.

Suddenly he lowered his head.

On her desk, there was a small sketch, which she drew after learning to draw. The technique was rough and clumsy. The drawing was of a baby with a vague face. She had never seen his face.

The daughter of a tavern owner in the remote small country of Livia has become a world-famous scholar. She even has her own office at Vizima University, the capital of Temeria. This is very important for her gender.

It's unbelievable to say.

It’s not like no one has said some gossip about her gender, such as why a woman can sit in a university and give lectures to students. There are countless and even more unpleasant things like this. However, everyone who has seen her ability will close their eyes.

After speaking out, her admirers happily launched a war of words against those who were biased against her. The verbal exchanges between the two sides were also a sight to see in newspapers.

Her brother Mallory became a businessman. He was already married and had no worries about food and clothing. But Verya still complained about the fact that he gave away his child without saying a word. Although she could not say she hated her, she and

The contact with my brother is getting less and less.

After all, even if the child's biological father is a scumbag, she is not, and the child is innocent.

Time can dilute everything. She did not agree with this sentence. She wanted to see the demon hunter who took away her child again, and she also wanted to see her own child. But she had never tried to find it.

Vierya found many books about witchers, and she read every one of them carefully. The mortality rate of the Trial of Grass and the danger of fighting monsters made her shudder. If calculated according to time, this year her

The child should be exactly sixteen years old.

If he is still alive.

This was the reason why Wilya didn't want to look for him. She didn't want to find out that he was dead after searching hard, and she was willing to deceive herself that he was still alive.

Someone knocked on her door, and the sound woke her up from her memories. The concierge shouted in his usual loud voice: "Professor Verya! Someone wants to see you!"

"who is it?"

The concierge opened the door. He looked plump and very pleasant: "I don't know, Professor. He is a young man. Well, very handsome, Professor. Really handsome."

"Oh! My Jimmy, don't mention whether he is handsome or not." Wilya laughed dumbly. In today's world, she knew that if she was not married at the age of thirty-six, she would probably be considered unwanted.

Therefore, her concierge paid special attention to this issue. Jimmy did not want his professor to be criticized in this regard. But he praised a strange man so much that she couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

"Invite him in." Wilya said after adjusting her hairstyle to ensure that she was not embarrassed by her status as a scholar.

"Okay, Professor." Jimmy retracted his head and closed the door. After a while, two crisp and rhythmic knocks sounded.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and Verya had to admit that Jimmy was not lying. He was really handsome.

The young man was tall and tall, wearing a black robe with gold embroidery on the edge. He looked low-key and yet not losing his status. This actually made Verya wary. She had sent away many such people in the past. Most of them had requests.

Yu Weiya wanted her to use her academic influence to benefit her family. She refused.

The man came and sat down opposite her, showing a polite smile: "Hello, Professor Wei Ya. My name is He Shenyan."

"He-Shen-Yan?" Werya read his name again, the pronunciation was very strange, and she asked: "Are you from the East?"

"Not bad." He Shenyan smiled.

"What brings you to me?"

"That's right," He Shenyan made a gesture, and his calm black eyes made Wei Ya feel a little flustered for some reason: "I want to ask, do you want to see your child?"

For a long time, the expression on Verya's face and her heavy breathing made He Shenyan feel that Verya was about to let the concierge kick him out.

But the woman, who was no longer young, held back. She closed her eyes, opened them again, and took a deep breath: "I don't know where you got the news, but you'd better not use it as a blackmail."

I want to get something..."

She said coldly: "Because I can guarantee that if you plan to make a fuss about this matter, I would rather die than let you get what you want. That was the case last time and it will be the same this time. I

It doesn’t matter who is standing behind you, even if it’s the king, I don’t care! Do you understand? You are simply shameless!”

He Shenyan was a little surprised, not only because of the courage and determination shown by Wei Ya, but also because of her words about you. This meant that someone had been threatening her.

Interesting, who needs to gain something by threatening a scholar?

He put the matter aside for the time being and said nothing more, just snapped his fingers.

A portal emitting blue light appeared, and two people walked out of it. The first one was wearing leather armor and had white hair. The second one looked much younger and had black hair.

"What does this mean?" Verya asked.

Geralt spoke: "I am the demon hunter who took your child away, Ms. Vilia. I...I'm sorry."

Wilya was stunned.

You rarely see this expression on human faces. Hope is intertwined with various emotions. No painter can completely capture this expression. Her lips trembled, and her hands pinched the armrests of the chair, and her fingers turned white.

She looked at Anderson, who had been silent, not knowing how to speak. Two lines of tears flowed down her face.

The first time she saw Anderson, she had already determined that this was her child. If you wanted to ask her why, Verya couldn't tell you. Every mother seems to have this special ability.

You can always recognize your child at a glance among thousands of similar figures, even if you haven't seen him for many years.

He Shenyan turned his head and walked back to the portal with Geralt, leaving space for the unfortunate but lucky mother and son.

Geralt stood in the empty courtyard of Kaer Morhen and asked: "Did I do something wrong?"

The mage didn't answer him. No one could tell whether this kind of thing was right or wrong. He just patted the witcher's shoulder and motioned for him to follow him.