Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The heralds standing at the door loudly shouted the names of the guests. Following their announcement, these distinguished people arrived one after another. The banquet began soon, and the noise of the people was once unbearable for the witcher until

The delicacies were served.

The dining table they sat around was large and rectangular, and Geralt estimated that more than forty people could sit around it. To their left sat a fat governor, whose name the witcher could not remember.

It is too long and too difficult to pronounce. On the contrary, the gloomy and taciturn knight Lin Faen on their right is very conspicuous. Apart from him, no one here looks so ugly.

The witcher felt that his gloominess and reticence had nothing to do with his appearance.

The mage didn't look at anyone here. He looked up at the murals on the ceiling, wandering around. No one knew what he was thinking. The only evidence that he still existed here was the one he placed on the table.

The right hand keeps tapping on the table.

None of the distinguished guests who came and went talking loudly could catch his attention, or even deserve a casual glance. Whether it was a knight or a prince younger than Princess Pavetta, he came from the Skellige Islands.

Guests coming from afar. His indifference undoubtedly caused some of them to get angry. At least Geralt, who was busy fighting with the pig's hind legs on the plate, noticed this.

A burly man came over and sat down in the vacant seat to the left of the mage. He was wearing coarse clothes, with a dark face and a hooked nose, but he did not look vulgar. On the contrary, the bravery on his body was the same as that of the red man.

The wild hair makes this man look like a ball of fire. His voice is also very similar to his appearance.

He shouted loudly: "You must be the black-robed mage who has become famous recently! Even I, who fish all day long on the distant islands, know your name! Can you please have a glass of wine with me?"

"

The mage leaned on the chair and glanced at him. He picked up the silver wine glass set with rubies in his hand and drank a drink with him.

The man put down the wine glass in his hand and laughed arrogantly: "As a mage, your drinking capacity is not that great compared to mine!"

"Your ability to choose words and form sentences is not like what you said, like that of a fisherman who fishes all day long."

The man chuckled and introduced himself: "I am Esther Tursek from the Skellige Islands. I am here to let my nephew meet the princess. If the two young people have a common language,

It couldn’t be better!”

He said, pointing to a young man at the other end of the table who was having a drink with several other people. He had broad shoulders and a full head of hair, which was also red.

"Really? Then I wish you success in advance." The mage raised the wine glass in his hand again. Before he started, the wine bottle with the slender brass mouth flew up on its own, creating a beautiful place for him and East.

Tursek each filled a glass of East of the East from Toussaint.

"Thank you, is this what mages are capable of? Please forgive my curiosity, because in Skellige, our mages are all druids. Hey, if I let them do this, they will definitely turn into a bear.

Bite my head off!" East drank the wine in his glass again and said with a smile.

The mage's expression remained unchanged. He didn't even bother to control his facial muscles to give a cheap smile. He said to this polite man in an arrogant manner: "Yes, if you don't mind, I want to

Just be alone for a while and be quiet."

East stood up, still smiling, took the wine glass and left.

Geralt was a little puzzled. He had a good impression of this man and didn't understand why the mage would treat him so rudely. But he also knew that the mage was not a random person.

As expected, He Shenyan turned his head and whispered to him: "That guy thinks I can't see the deception on his body."

"A blind trick?"

"Yes, just like I did to you. His true appearance and psychology are far different from what he looks like on the surface."

Geralt swallowed a big mouthful of pork shank and said inarticulately: "It seems that this banquet is gradually becoming more and more interesting."

The mage smiled for the first time. Many people noticed his smile and even raised a toast to celebrate. A good person actually sang a song about it. He said to Geralt: "Yes, Geralt Special. Things are getting interesting."

Some of the people were changing glasses, some were lining up at the dining table with their fingers dipped in wine, discussing tactics, and even some had begun to dance and sing. There were several men with pianos and brightly dressed men playing. A piece of music that Geralt didn't recognize. He only felt that it was noisy here, but at this moment, the herald standing motionless like a statue at the door shouted again: "Dear gentlemen!"

"Pavetta of Sintra has arrived!"

The guests fell silent for an instant, and some young people stared wide-eyed, wishing they could stretch their necks to several times their original length to see. The herald opened the two heavy gilded doors, and two men wearing crimson tights appeared. The blond manservant opened the way in front, and behind them, a woman with her head lowered slowly walked towards them.

Or, rather, it should be called a girl.

She was only fifteen years old. She wore a silver-blue dress with a gold chain belt. She had no gold or silver jewelry as decoration. She only wore a silver bracelet on her wrist with a large blue gemstone on it. She Her hair is gray like her mother's and is styled into two waist-length braids.

Let's put it this way, she is so dazzling and beautiful that she doesn't even need gold and silver jewelry for decoration, because she is more beautiful than those worldly treasures.

But for the mage, there was only one thing wrong.

She is only fifteen years old.

Most of the men present looked at her with fiery eyes. A few young and ignorant ones only focused on eating, while the other few older ones were just too willing to do anything. Only the mage and the demon hunter were useless. Looking at her with that look, it was just that Geralt was busy dealing with half a juicy steak on the plate.

Pavetta slowly came to sit next to her mother. Calanthe looked at her with satisfied eyes, which was not the way she looked at her daughter. She looked at her as if she were looking at a piece of merchandise. The man's eyes were The bidding price, all this is a matter of overweight. For Calanthe, her daughter must be sold at a good price.

After all, her daughter is as beautiful as she is.

Just when she couldn't help but smile, a curly-haired servant and a guard captain in gold-blue clothes ran to her and whispered something. She immediately frowned.