Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

That evening, Geralt finally found a hotel that was willing to accept new guests. The hotel was small and located in a secluded corner of the downtown area. From the outside, it looked like just a two-story wooden building with a painted surface.

The white paint and the pungent smell of paint have not dissipated. It was obviously just finished. But neither the Witcher nor the Mage care that much. The former has no requirements for living conditions, while the latter does not need sleep at all.

It is worth mentioning that the proprietress of this shop is an elf. This surprised Geralt. Cintra is one of the northern countries. Dwarves, elves, halflings and gnomes can only be counted here.

They are a second-class race. They are called 'inhuman races'. As for their treatment...

You can imagine.

Geralt asked the elf very politely if they could get two rooms here. After receiving a positive answer, he went to tie the horse to the horse post outside the door. There were no servants in the hotel.

, so he had to carry the fodder himself and put it in the manger. Considering the cheap price here, the witcher didn't take it seriously.

When he returned to the inn, the mage had already chosen a secluded corner - for this hotel, any place was very secluded. But the mage seemed to prefer corners where he could have an overview of the overall situation. Geralt asked for two bottles of black

With beer and some food, he sat down opposite the mage and rubbed his waist, which was a little sore from riding horses for too long.

"What the hell... I need to earn some money to buy a new saddle. The old one keeps giving me back pain."

The mage didn't speak. He stared at the oil-stained table and cast a spell to make the table clean. Geralt didn't understand why he did this. During the journey, they had experienced worse environments.

The mage took this in stride.

Noticing his confusion, He Shenyan smiled softly and said, "Don't worry, Geralt. There will be a good show soon."

"You just cleared a table, what fun can you have...wait, what is that sound?"

There was a loud noise from the back kitchen of the hotel, as if something was thrown on the ground. The witcher looked there warily, and his hand had already touched the sword behind his back. But the mage stopped him and rushed towards

He shook his head, indicating that he would wait patiently.

After a while, the elf proprietress came over with the plate in her hand. Although she may not have any thoughts of tempting the guests, the elf's natural beauty still allowed her to walk this small journey gracefully.

, Geralt discovered another thing that made his hair stand up during the process again - the boss's wife's clothes and height remained the same, but her face had undergone a huge change.

We all know that elves are a beautiful and long-lived race. They have pointed ears and clear-cut faces, and are very elegant. Their teeth do not have pointed canines, and they also possess superb wisdom and superiority.

Magical talent. But their beauty has a limit, at least it will not be breathtaking. Otherwise, the end of the elves will not be the destruction of the country, but as humans' pets - in what way? I don't know.

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But this—let’s call her the landlady for now. The face of this landlady is not the same as the one Geralt saw before. Although she was very beautiful before, but now she is completely different to Geralt.

It can't be described in words.

She was wearing an ordinary, very simple floral dress. Her dark golden hair was tied into a bun on the back of her head, and her beautiful blue eyes reflected a charm that shocked him under the candlelight. Not to mention that

She opened her face, and the combined charm of the two was comparable to a bomb. The demon hunter used great willpower to force himself to turn his head away, preventing her from noticing anything strange.

But it's too late.

She put down the plate in her hand, and then asked: "Is there something on my face? Witcher? Can you stare at me like this?"

The mage took over her words: "He may just be curious, madam. Moreover, I am also curious. Why would a beautiful lady like you be the owner of a shabby hotel here?"

The speed of her face changes was astonishing. After realizing that the little trick on her face had failed, she immediately wanted to start casting spells. A dangerous blue light condensed in her hands, and the mage chuckled, as if joking.

He stretched out his hand and tapped lightly through the air: "Forbidden."

The light went out.

"You..." Her expression began to turn gloomy, and then quickly turned into a seductive smile within a few breaths. She loosened the bun on the back of her head, letting her dark golden hair hang loosely, somewhat

It spread to her white and elegant neck. The woman sat down in an elegant posture.

He Shenyan took the beer and took a sip, and said, "Don't get me wrong, madam. I don't have any ill intentions, and I'm not coveting your beauty. I'm just curious."

Geralt also took the beer, and he used the gesture of drinking to hide his smile - he had already realized that there was something good to watch.

"Now, if you don't mind, I want you to tell me how you cast spells. Ah, please forgive me. It's hard for me to find records about spells in bookstores and libraries. A few books mention you.

There are also bad words in the books. And the names I hear about you in the market range from the polite 'wise men' to the less precise 'sons of bitches, they'd better get the plague'."

The woman smiled slightly and quickly calmed down, as if the tense scene had never happened before: "You seem to be a polite person, but you must like to joke very much."

"No, actually, I am a very boring person most of the time, believe me." He Shenyan frowned seriously. This made the smile on the woman's face disappear.

"You don't have to humiliate me like this... My magical skills are not even worth mentioning to you. You easily cut off my connection with the chaotic energy in a way that I can't understand. I believe

My life can also be ended by you in the same easy way, so let's open the sky and talk openly, what do you want from me?"

Geralt took another sip of wine. He thought, the mages speak in a roundabout way, but luckily He is different from them.

He Shenyan sighed. He always sighed after coming to this place: "To be honest, I have no other meaning. I don't even know who you are, and I'm not interested in it. I just want to listen to you."

Just talking about this aspect... nothing more. If you don't want to, you can refuse."

After a period of silence, the woman slowly spoke.