Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The Noxians retreated, and although no one knew why, most Ionians breathed a sigh of relief.

The streets of Presidio were once again bustling with people. Although they didn't know why they were retreating, to the civilians, none of this mattered.

Only a few people need to worry about this.

"So, the Noxians really retreated?" Shen asked.

"Yes." Kennan nodded.

"What a surprise..." Shen frowned deeply. His intuition told him that this matter would not end so simply, but sometimes, people's intuition is not accurate.

Kennan knew what he was thinking just by looking at him: "Don't think too much, Shen. They retreated across the board, leaving no hidden hand behind - I personally went to the spiritual realm to confirm the authenticity of this matter.

.”

He summed it up this way: "It's a weird thing."

"But we have other things to do—oh, you're here?"

Meimu pushed the door open and entered. The Shadow Fist had already changed into her uniform, a dark green tights embroidered with cloud patterns, which perfectly highlighted her figure. Two hook sickles were placed behind her,

Her hair was tied into a crisp side ponytail on the back of her head, and she even wore a mask on her face.

Meimu nodded to Kenan and asked: "The news has been passed on, what about my mission?"

"Don't worry."

Once Kennen enters the state of 'doing business', he will no longer be as arrogant as he was in his spare time. The short yordle said seriously: "The Noxians retreated inexplicably. We must find their retreat."

The reason. I’ll leave this matter to you, Shen.”

Eye of Twilight nodded, his ability is indeed very suitable for this task.

"As for you, Meimu...I need you to kill some people."

Mei Mu was not surprised by this. This is what Shadow Fist does. She only cares about one thing: "Reason."

"betray."

She nodded sharply: "I understand."

"Betrayal?" Shen looked at Kenan and asked.

"Yes...the Noxians have bribed some local elders or practitioners who are quite influential in the local area. In short, we have a lot of work."

the other side.

Racha left Placidian.

The bag of money was distributed to the poor one by one by him, without taking any of it. He didn't think he needed the money, so there was no point in taking it. He might as well give it to those who really needed it.

He never mentioned Huai Zhuo to anyone, but he often thought of him. He thought of his appearance when he died and his words telling him to run away.

For some reason, Racha felt a deep sense of exhaustion. He didn't know why Elder Dulu would rather betray all the people in Presidence to get his daughter back - in the form of an undead.

My god, Shenlong, he has seen the undead with his own eyes. They are definitely not the same people in life. Just looking at them will make your eyes sting.

But the most painful thing is not the living, but the undead themselves. They are the dead who are stranded in the world due to various accidents. The dead should return to where they should go. How could anyone would rather let their daughter suffer such torture?

Do you want her to come back to life?

Racha didn't have the answer, but he wanted to find someone who knew the answer.

He thought of Suji Zen Temple.

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As a cross-border mage... the most intuitive benefit is that you can travel back and forth between many worlds without the need for a passport. And the world barriers that serve as your immigration inspector are also crossing

It is useless under the abilities of the world mages.

There was a flash of white light, and he returned to Kaer Morhen.

This feeling of traveling through the world is always so...unforgettable no matter how many times I come here.

Standing in the courtyard of Kaer Morhen, he noticed the crooked dummy in the corner. It looked like no one had used it for a long time. However, there were not many weeds and it looked like it had just been cleaned up. He opened the door.

We walked in. The hall was quiet, and no one lit candles.

Standing in the hall, he raised his head and glanced at the ceiling, suddenly shook his head and chuckled, then found a secluded corner to sit down, and also cast a spell on himself to reduce his sense of presence.

Not long after, a shirtless man with white hair staggered in from the side door. He looked like he had just woken up, and his back was covered with red and swollen scratches.

When he came to the corner of the hall, he stretched out one foot and kicked the lid of a box there without any image. He bent down and took out a bottle of wine. He opened the lid and started drinking. After finishing the bottle, he started drinking again.

He let out a long wine burp.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Did you have a good time last night?"

"cough!"

Geralt's face turned red. He was hiccupping and almost choked himself to death. He turned his head and pointed at the mage sitting in the corner with a smile on his face. His face was full of pain. That finger

The frequency of trembling is extremely exaggerated.

After a while, he finally got over it.

With a bang, Geralt put a bottle of beer in front of the mage with an unkind expression. He said complainingly: "Do you know that if you scare someone, you will scare them to death?"

"Aren't you okay?" He Shenyan answered him seriously.

"Then what if something happens to me?" Geralt asked.

He Shenyan picked up the beer, opened the cork and took a sip: "If there's anything else, let's talk about it later. Besides, Vesemir is not at home, why are you having so much fun?"

When talking about this matter, Geralt's face became a little unnatural: "I beg you... don't tell Vesemir about this matter."

Now it was the mage's turn to be surprised: "Don't tell me that you brought a female night demon back to Kaer Morhen. At your age, if you have a normal relationship and bring back a female companion, how can he be angry?"

The witcher scratched the back of his head, his body language full of embarrassment, and he felt embarrassed from the bottom of his heart: "Well... Vesemir doesn't get along well with her. Meriteri is on top, this

This thing has bothered me for a long time!"

He Shenyan slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Geralt was shocked by his strange expression.

He Shenyan took another sip of wine and shook his head with a smile: "It's one o'clock in the afternoon, Geralt. And the first thing you did after getting up was to get a bottle of beer."

"Uh...so?" the witcher asked, somewhat confused.

"I'm just describing your daily routine - think about what Vesemir would say about this matter, and then think about why Vesemir would not deal with her."

Geralt frowned at first, then nodded thoughtfully. The mage then asked, "Would you mind telling me about this lady? I would like to know which lady is so lucky to be favored by you.

"

The witcher glared at him: "Don't think I can't hear your sarcasm, mage."

He leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, his expression became a little dazed. It was the expression that a man in the period of passionate love should have - but, he appeared here in his fifties and spent most of his money.

When used on the faces of men in brothels, something seems a bit unusual.

"She...ah, hell, how do I describe her?"

Geralt opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say anything. He couldn't describe her appearance in his impression. He could only dance and gesture: "You will definitely not understand anyway. She is very good, very good."

He Shenyan looked at him quietly, took a sip of wine, and asked abruptly: "So will you marry her?"

Geralt was stunned.

One second.

Two seconds.

Finally, at the third second, he made a move. As if to hide his reaction, he laughed loudly: "What are you talking about? What about marriage? Hahahahaha, I am a demon hunter, brother,

How could I...what's that expression of yours?"

"You're hiding it too much, Geralt. Has anyone ever said that your acting skills are terrible? No? Well, let me tell you."

He Shenyan leaned forward and said to Geralt: "Your acting skills are really bad, Geralt."

It doesn't feel good to be told something central, especially for someone like Geralt who never expresses his feelings and thoughts easily. His eyes were wandering, looking around, but not looking at the mage: "Your

There is no basis for the speculation, and - my acting skills... wait, what kind of acting skills do I need as a demon hunter?"

"Is there any harm in learning another skill? At least if you are caught by your wife when you go out drinking after marriage, you can pretend to look at her with a very affectionate look and say that you are out doing chivalry.

When someone gets drunk in the name of repaying you, you definitely don’t go to the pub and stare at the waitress’s chest and thighs.”

"First, I never look at them. Second...I never lie to women."

Seeing Geralt's expression of 'I am the best man in the world', the mage only found it funny. He shook his head and said, "I don't know if you can see it, but if she asks you, have you ever been there?

Brothel, what's your answer?"

Geralt froze again.

He Shenyan laughed out loud with satisfaction. He drank the beer in one gulp and asked, "So, what does she do?"

"Like you, she's a mage, or as they say, a sorceress. Damn, I don't know the difference between the two."

"Well, actually there is a difference." When it comes to this kind of topic, He Shenyan always becomes a teacher. He was just about to tell the witcher the difference between the two when he was interrupted by Geralt.

Already.

The demon hunter said: "No, no, don't explain. I really don't want to know such minutiae - anyway, I basically don't see too many mage masters, except you, a bastard who has nothing to do but be invisible and scare me."

"Each other, water ghost slayers."

"You still want to mention it?!"

"Unless I die one day, Bald Knight."

"You damn bastard." Geralt laughed and cursed.

After a while, he asked: "Where have you gone? I haven't seen you in two years."

"As usual, what else can I do? Walk around, this world, that world."

"It sounds very comfortable." Geralt said with some envy, earning a blank look from the mage.

"Well, imagine a world like this."

"Born from fire, flames sustain all life. However, flames will go out. As this flame gradually declines, the world also begins to die together. People's forms become distorted, their consciousness disappears, and they become brainless.

Only a few people can avoid such a fate. At the same time, a curse that makes people not die but slowly loses their memory begins to spread. "

"The once glorious civilization turned into ruins little by little. The towering walls of the castle were no longer maintained. The knights still patrolled the city, but under their visors, their faces had long turned into terrifying blackened corpses. And what should have been

The people it protects will either die or become unconscious zombies."

"Monsters are rampant, and the once beautiful forest has turned into a swamp full of poisonous gas... Why are you looking at me like that?"

The demon hunter said with a strange expression: "I'm guessing how likely you are to make up a story."

"I had nothing to do so I made up a story like this to scare you."

"It doesn't scare me, but you do have nothing to do." Geralt nodded. "However, this world does sound very hopeless."

"It doesn't just sound desperate. If you haven't seen that scene with your own eyes, you won't believe it. It's so depressing... Even I feel bored. Staying in that kind of place for one more second is torture.

.”

"Are there any normal people in that place?"

"Yes, but not many. I'm trying to find a way to move them out."

Geralt grinned and said, "This is something you would do."

"Is this a compliment?"

"No, it's sarcasm. Only a guy like you who has nothing to do would run around and save the world—damn it." Geralt rarely cursed. He frowned and said, "I'm telling you,

Mage, you'd better not get yourself involved."

"Don't worry, I won't die until I tell you your nickname at your wedding, Water Ghost Slayer."

He easily made Geralt so angry with just one sentence that he almost jumped up and scolded him. While drinking, He Shenyan thought that my talent in irritating people might be higher than my talent in magic.