Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The sword slashed at Uchion, and there were as many as a dozen soldiers rushing towards him, which showed that the queen had planned it. Just when the sword was about to hit him, Pavetta's scream reached

reached the peak.

Then it stopped abruptly.

Realizing what was about to happen, Geralt fell to the ground without hesitation and covered himself under the dining table. He felt a sharp pain in his ears, heard a terrible crashing sound, and heard words coming from many mouths.

Exclaims. Then there was only the princess's calm, monotonous, lingering cry.

The dining table flung dishes and food around, rose into the air, and spun. Heavy chairs hovered in the hall or smashed against the walls. Tapestries and curtains flapped, raising clouds of dust throughout the room. Screams

The sound and the muffled sound of the long hooked knife handle breaking like a stick came from the door.

The throne took Calanthe, who was sitting on it, into the air and flew across the hall like a sharp arrow. Just when she was about to hit the wall, the black-robed mage moved his fingers.

She stopped flying, but her screaming did not stop. The queen was so frightened that she could hardly maintain her posture. She cried and laughed, pointing at the black-robed mage, saying she loved him, and then scolding him.

Pavetta wailed. Her cries were like whips, whipping everyone and everything. Anyone who tried to get up fell to the ground or clung to the wall. Uchion was no exception, and he fell

On the ground, I don’t know life or death.

There was only one person left standing at the scene, and that was the black-robed mage himself.

Ignoring the magic power that could tear people apart alive, he strolled up to Pavetta, put his hand on her shoulder, and patted her gently. But in an instant, she stopped screaming,

He fell asleep. The plates and food that were flying around fell down with constant noises, and a plate hit the ugly knight on the head.

Geralt would not admit that he was a little happy to see this.

The disaster subsided, and the cries of the injured and the shouts of people once again filled the entire banquet hall. The black-robed mage raised his hand, and he squeezed it hard. People were horrified to find that they had lost their voices. He patted the handkerchief again.

Vita, she woke up.

"How are you?"

Pavetta didn't answer. The first thing she did after waking up was to run to Uchion, who was sitting in the corner at some point. He was leaning against the wall, struggling to take off his blood-stained armor. She didn't know what to do.

Not afraid of the hedgehog's spikes, she hugged him deeply and even kissed him, shouting: "Donnie! Oh! My Donnie!"

The black-robed mage looked at this scene and shook his head with a smile.

Uchion's monster-like snout softened and blurred, and began to lose its original outline. The spikes and manes rippled, turning into black curly hair and beard, and then an angular face appeared, full of

This man has a masculine pale face and a conspicuously high nose.

To be fair, he is very handsome.

"Donnie." Pavetta hugged her lover and said softly.

The black-robed mage slowly approached: "Curse, right?"

Calanthe pursed her lips and turned away.

Duny groaned and replied: "Yes, sir. Curse, I could not regain my true appearance until midnight. But His Majesty Calanthe obviously also knew about this. She made the night watchman's bell ring earlier,

So when I took off my helmet I still looked like a monster."

The mage looked back at the hall and felt that this was not a good place to talk. Therefore, he snapped his fingers. The witcher, he, Calanthe, and the lovers who were stuck together disappeared, only

The guests in the hall were left looking at each other, and it took them a while to realize that their voices had been returned.

Ister Tursek's face was gloomy. This was different from his plan. The man tried to gather magic power in his hands, but suffered a small electric shock in the next second. He knew that this was a warning.

"Damn..." he muttered.

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Four chairs were arranged neatly, and the firewood crackled in the stove. A comfortable atmosphere spread in this room.

The black-robed mage made a gesture and motioned for several people to sit down and talk. He said calmly: "First, let's talk about you, Calanthe."

The queen's lips were tightly closed. She was now completely destitute and looked like nothing but beauty.

"You know clearly what promises your husband has made and the curse that this young man has suffered. But you still insist on marrying your daughter to someone else... You are a good queen." He changed the subject and suddenly

The compliment made Calanthe raise his head.

"But you're not a good mother."

He turned his head and said to Duny and Pavetta: "Congratulations first, but Duny's curse has not been resolved yet."

Donnie rubbed his temples and said: "This curse has been with me since I was born. I can't find the reason for the curse, and I don't know who cast the curse. From midnight to dawn, I am an ordinary person, but after dawn...

You all saw it”

"My father Exparc wanted to cover up this matter because the people of Mechit were very superstitious. They believed that the presence of magic and curses in the royal family meant the end of the dynasty. So one of my father's knights took me out of the palace.

, raised me up. The two of us traveled far and wide - we were the traveling knight and his retinue."

"After his death, I traveled alone. Someone told me - I can't remember who - that an unexpected child would free me from the curse. Not long after, I met Rogner. You all know the rest.

Already."

Pavetta remained nestled in her lover's arms while he spoke, looking at him with dependence and trust, and touching his face comfortingly.

"It's just a simple curse, I can solve it for you, Donnie." The mage just snapped his fingers, and a ray of green light flashed through. Although nothing strange happened, Donnie's ecstatic face proved everything.

"You!" He carefully put down Pavetta in his arms and knelt down on one knee: "You!"

He was speechless. He could only speak out one word after another, with tears filling his eyes: "I really don't know what to say..."

"Don't think that I am so noble, Donny." The mage held up his face, his eyes were deep, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness. For some reason, Calanthe, who had been staring at him, saw a ray of red light flashing through.

She thought she had seen it wrong.

Donnie was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted: "Of course! Of course! I am a person who repays kindness!" When he said this, he turned his head and glanced at Calanthe.

"So." The mage smiled with satisfaction. He said: "What I ask for is very simple, Duny. It is no different from what you ask for the queen's husband. The law of accident."

"What? But, but, Pavetta?" Donnie turned to look at Pavetta as if asking for help. The latter's blushing face made him realize something.

The mage's cold laughter came from behind his head: "You young people should really pay attention to her, Donnie, she is only fifteen years old."