Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Returning to Kaer Morhen, the mage took a deep breath of the air here. This was one of the few places where he could feel relaxed. There was the sound of horse hooves behind him, and the mage looked back to see the horse he had turned into

Ryoma's carrot was running towards him quickly.

The carrot stopped in front of him, and caressed the mage's hand with its forehead. It lowered its head again and motioned for the mage to ride up.

"Oh, thank you for your kindness. But I'm afraid I don't have time to go out for a run with you now. How about this." The mage smiled and rejected it. The carrot's ears drooped listlessly, and then stood up because of the mage's words.

.

He Shenyan turned sideways and let Ruiwen, who looked very curious about this place after she was born, say, "How about taking her out for a spin? This is my apprentice, you two need to get along well."

The girl took a step forward. She imitated the mage's approach and stretched out her right hand. Carrot quietly touched her palm with her forehead. Then she lowered her head again, and a force lifted Raven up and gently placed it behind her.

Back. Carrot chirped happily, spread his legs and disappeared.

Looking at its leaving figure, He Shenyan smiled. Then he walked into the gate of Kaer Morhen.

It's very quiet here. There is a black-haired lady sitting in the hall. She is very beautiful, with violet eyes and black curly hair. She is wearing black clothes, which is reminiscent of a December morning.

Next to her sat a familiar witcher, it was Geralt. The witcher was wearing a light shirt. He had a pleasant smile on his face and whispered to the lady from time to time.

"Ahem." The mage coughed deliberately, and the demon hunter immediately sat up straight. He looked back, but relaxed again.

"Hell, He, why didn't you say anything when you came back? I thought it was Vesemir who came back!"

"What? Are you afraid of seeing Vesemir?"

"No, he took Anderson out to pick up the commission. The stubborn old man actually didn't want me to take him there." Geralt began to complain again. He always seemed to have endless things to say.

The mage pointed at the lady funnyly: "Won't you introduce her to me?"

"Oh!" Geralt straightened up and said to the woman who stood up: "This is He Shenyan, the powerful mage I mentioned to you. As for this one, she is my... lover.

"

The woman did not refute his statement. On the contrary, she put her arm on Geralt's shoulder: "Hello, Mr. He. I am Yennefer of Vengerberg, a sorceress whose name I have admired for a long time. Fa.

Ms. Lanziska mentioned you to me often."

"Really? Do you know her?"

"She is very popular now. People generally think that she is the most powerful sorceress. I am very curious about this. How did she suddenly have so many novel spells? What do you think? Mr. He?"

The mage's face remained normal, and he replied: "I think this has nothing to do with you, Ms. Yennefer. I understand the nature of sorceresses to pursue powerful power and your pursuit of always wanting to get involved in politics. But you'd better accept it.

Use your charm spell, I don't want to make the situation too ugly."

Yennefer's expression changed, and Geralt raised his eyebrows. He turned his head and asked, "Did you really use the charm spell on him?"

Yennefer bit her lip and asked, "So what? Are you..."

Geralt took away his hand from her waist, and the witcher replied coldly: "Answer the question, Yennefer."

The sorceress's face became very ugly. Ever since she met the witcher during a demonic incident a few years ago, Geralt could be said to be obedient to her and would not even say harsh words. But now

...

Fortunately, sorceresses are very good at sizing up situations. The expression on her face suddenly turned into a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. He. I apologize for my offense."

The mage looked at her deeply and waved to Geralt: "Let's go out and talk about something."

The two came to the courtyard of Kaer Morhen, and the demon hunter's face became ugly. The mage handed him a bottle of wine and said nothing, just commented lightly: "If you really love her, Jay

Lot, you're going to suffer a lot."

"What? Can you see through people's hearts?"

"I can read minds, although I didn't use it on her. But I have seen too many people like her."

The mage pointedly said: "People like her often pursue power endlessly when they are young, and they will not stop until they hit their head and bleed. Between you and power, she will definitely choose power now."

The witcher took a long sip of wine in silence. How could he not know about this? The reputation of sorceresses in the world is not good, and he knew it very well. But for some reason, he just felt that Yennefer meant a lot to him.

Very special.

"Forget it, Geralt. It's better for me not to be that evil person. There is a saying in my hometown that I would rather tear down ten temples than a single family." The mage suddenly laughed with gloating: "Fortunately, I

Never fell in love with such a lady."

"Shut up!" The demon hunter glared at him fiercely, drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp, and asked, "How long do you plan to stay this time?"

"Actually, Geralt. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"What?" The demon hunter's eyes widened. "But the child you saved is almost five years old. Aren't you going to see her?"

"...No, Geralt. I think it's best if I don't get to know her. I won't meet her."

"But, why? I mean, you spent so much energy to save her, and your reputation is now very popular in Sintra."

He Shenyan sighed: "Look, Geralt. I once told you that I am not a very noble person."

"I may save people, but I will never save people without a reason or asking for anything in return - well, maybe I do do that sometimes. But I have my own purpose in saving that child."

"What?"

The mage looked up at the walls of Kaer Morhen and replied: "She is the Swallow, one of the two things I am pursuing. My world may be destroyed, maybe not. But no matter what, I

She needs to go back with me."

He turned his head and looked at Geralt, with only pure rationality in his eyes: "I don't know how she will save my world, and I don't know if she will die in the process. But I think it's best not to be with her.

It's best to meet her."

The demon hunter suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from his heart. The mage's words were revealing something to him, something that seemed very scary to him.

"You...?" He was even speechless.

"Yes, Geralt." The mage smiled bitterly: "Yes, if necessary, I will use her life to exchange for the lives of everyone in my world. Therefore, in order not to let myself

If you are soft-hearted, I will not meet her."