Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The conversation lasted for a long time, and Verya seemed to want to make up for herself. From noon to evening, the concierge knocked on the door many times, saying that there was someone outside who wanted to see her. But Verya refused every time.

They didn't come out of the office until the school was about to close. When Jimmy found that the man who walked out was not the same man who went in, his eyes widened in confusion. But when he saw the similar but different faces of Anderson and Vilia,

He forced himself to calm down. Although he didn't talk about it with Wei Ya, he still decided that he had to keep it secret.

They were strolling through the streets of Vizima in the evening. It could not be said to be a very civilized and tidy city, and it was far inferior to Novigrad. The city of Vizima is divided into three main areas.

The poorer one is the Temple Quarter, where the Hospital of San Rebioda and the monastery of the Order of the Flame Rose are located. The Trade Quarter is home to the richest and most important residents, where the city hall and the main market are housed. The oldest of the city

Part of it, Old Vizima, has recently been converted into a residential area for non-human races.

They passed by a fruit stall, which was the only way to her home. The vendor who was about to finish his work saw Vierya's arrival, his eyes lit up, and he hurried over, holding a cloth bag in his hand: "

Ms. Verya! Ms. Verya! Please accept this!"

"No, Anthony. We've talked many times. You don't need to keep sending me these apples. I know you run a small business. Look, take them back, I really don't need..."

They talked for a long time about a bag of apples, and Verya finally accepted it. Anthony seemed quite happy about it. He had been sending apples to Verya for nearly two years, and insisted not to reciprocate. It was just

Because it was Vilia who helped his wife when she had a difficult delivery.

"Goodbye, madam. May the goddess Meriteri bless you with a long life!" The man ran back to his stall happily, even happier than he had made a lot of money.

Anderson followed Vierya silently. He looked like a shadow, or something else. He didn't speak, and he didn't make any sound. His boots barely made any footsteps on the stone road. He just kept silent.

Follow your strange mother and try to understand everything about the place where she lives.

Wilya took out an apple from the bag, wiped it with her sleeve, and handed it to him: "Eat one, there shouldn't be any apples at Anderson Kaer Morhen's place."

"Uh, okay, mother...but how do you know about Kaer Morhen?"

Vierya blinked at him. At this time, she looked quite like her younger self, and her vitality returned: "I am a university professor and a scholar. Anderson, of course I know Kaer Morhen."

Anderson took a bite and it was very sweet. He had never eaten this kind of fruit, but it was delicious. He couldn't tell whether it was because of the fruit itself or because it was given to him by his mother.

They walked for a while and turned to the door of a two-story villa. This was Verya's home. It was given to her by a wealthy businessman because she helped him cure a chronic disease for free.

"Do you live alone?" Standing in front of the villa, Anderson suddenly asked.

"Yes what's the matter?"

Anderson was silent. He pulled Verya and dragged her behind him. Not knowing why, Verya's eyes widened, and she saw two arrows falling where she originally stood.

The young boy let out a roar that was both human and inhuman, and Verya saw another arrow piercing his shoulder. But Anderson seemed not to feel the pain at all, and his cat eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

His teeth were bared, like an enraged wolf.

He picked up a stone from the ground and kicked open the iron door outside the villa. The force was so strong that the iron railings on the door tilted. Then he threw the stone out, and a scream came from the top of the building.

It was uploaded that a man fell down and his head was smashed open. Anderson picked up the dagger on his body and firmly protected Vilya behind him.

He heard the heavy footsteps of three people coming from behind, as well as the sound of the collision of swords and scabbards. He could hear his own heartbeat getting louder and louder, and his mother's small, uneasy scream. He glanced at his

Mother, found that she was biting her lip, picked up the crossbow from the man's body and held it in her hand.

He showed a smile, then turned around. The dagger flashed like a silver lightning under the moonlight, bringing death. The man who was leading the charge towards him was cut open in an instant.

Neck. Anderson saw the second man. He was very tall and held a mace in his hand. Anderson turned his body slightly to allow his right hand holding the sword to be stretched longer, and at the same time he squatted down suddenly.

"Uh——!" The strong man screamed, and he covered his crotch and fell to the ground. Anderson stepped over him and kicked his neck hard. With a click, his head tilted into a fatal shape.

Angle. The last image seen before his death was Anderson running towards the back of his companion.

Facing the third man, he didn't say anything. He just pierced his abdomen with a simple straight thrust, then rotated his wrist and slashed hard.

The hot intestines and organs were exposed, blood spattered, and a lot of it stained Anderson's face. He wiped a handful of blood expressionlessly, turned his head and looked at the villa, the two people standing on the roof.

The men on guard had already run away. They moved very quickly, leaving only the bodies on the ground and Anderson and Vilia standing in a pool of blood.

After a while.

Inside the villa.

With a pale face, Verya cut off the arrow with her dagger, and took out a part of the arrow shaft that was still in his shoulder. She touched the muscles near the wound distressedly, and felt a tremor. But Anderson remained silent, as if

He is not the same person who was pierced by an arrow in the shoulder.

Alcohol disinfection and white cloth bandage. Verya completed all this very skillfully. Anderson put on his blood-stained shirt and said: "It is not safe here, mother. I hope you can go back with me."

"I know...but I didn't expect that they would actually dare to do this."

Vierya's face showed fear, and then turned to anger. She didn't know why Anderson was so good at swordsmanship, but she knew one thing. If Anderson hadn't been so powerful, then not only would she have died today, but also her sixteenth birthday.

A child who has not been seen for years and has only just met again.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, this woman with scars on her face looked like a she-wolf with claws and fangs: "I want them to pay the price."