Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

If He Shenyan's perception of time was correct, he was released by Seyani after a full seventy-two hours.

The mage stood on the shore, straightened out his black robe, and specially changed it into a stand-up collar style to cover his neck. Sejani put her hands on the shore, her long hair floating on the lake, at this time

Looking at the mage with a peaceful smile.

"...What are you looking at?" he asked a little unnaturally.

"Nothing." Sejani smiled even happier.

The fairy in the lake said nothing, and seemed to have said everything. She licked her lips as if she still had something to say, and then sank into the lake, leaving only one sentence for him: "It has been a long time since you last came here.

It has been seven years, my dear Master, you might want to see your swallow."

Really? It’s been so many years?

The mage smiled, opened a portal and left.

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Geralt held a rag in his hand and was doing a job that had nothing to do with his job as a witcher - he was wiping the table.

Don’t get me wrong, our water ghost hunter, the Bald Knight, didn’t find a new job. He was just maintaining the environment of Kaer Morhen. Although it was rebuilt by the black-robed mage, it still needs repairs. This year is 1263

years, and Geralt hasn't left here for six months.

He was shirtless, showing scars all over his upper body. He was humming a song while wiping the table, and seemed to be in a good mood.

And the good mood lasted until some troublemaker stepped into the clean floor he had just mopped with his muddy boots.

A girl with messy white hair ran in, holding a wooden training sword in her hand and waving it grandly. She was covered in mud, not just her boots. Even her white shirt was covered in mud, some of it.

It even touched her neck. This sight made Geralt's eyelids twitch.

"Ciri——!" he roared loudly. "What did I tell you last time?!"

The girl was obviously startled by his roar, and then she began to use the skills she had been most familiar with since she was a child.

Shirley lowered her mouth, then pursed her lips, frowned, and looked like she was about to cry. At the same time, she said in a very aggrieved voice: "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

"No, it won't work this time, Xilia."

Geralt even called her by her 'official name', and the witcher's beast eyes stared at her coldly: "Being coquettish and acting coquettishly doesn't work every time, do you understand? Since your grandmother allows you to come here every year

In six months, I will be responsible for you. I am your swordsmanship teacher, but I also have to teach you some things other than swordsmanship."

Ciri no longer made that aggrieved expression, and he could see that she was listening to him. Geralt smiled, and then said seriously: "You have to respect the fruits of other people's work, you understand.

Really, Ciri? I have just cleaned the ground here. You also know how big the halls of Kaer Morhen are, right?"

"Are you so angry because I stained the floor?"

"No, it's because you want to get away with it again." Geralt said mercilessly. "I don't want you to become an unreasonable, arrogant and arrogant person. I believe He doesn't want to see his unexpected son become a different person when he comes back."

It looks like this."

"...Why do we have to mention him?"

Xili's green eyes dimmed a bit, and the girl stood on tiptoe carefully holding the wooden sword and walked out of the door: "He hasn't come back to see me in seven years! I'm already twelve years old... hum.

, don’t mention this.”

The girl muttered something dissatisfied, and then threw the wooden sword against the wall. Her voice came from outside the door: "I'm going to change clothes, and then I'll come down to help you clean the floor. Don't be angry with me.

Okay, Geralt?"

That's pretty much it.

A smile appeared on the demon hunter's lips. No matter what, he was very happy to see a child taking the right path. Thinking of this, Anderson's face flashed before his eyes. He didn't know where that kid had been wandering recently.

.....

He wandered in his memory for a moment, and the movements in his hands stopped.

The last time I met Anderson was three years ago. The witcher industry is like this. There are less gatherings and more separations. Everyone has their own things to be busy with. He has already left the army, and Vesemir no longer needs to take him to travel around the world. But

The old man didn't want to stay in Kaer Morhen any longer. In his words, 'This old dog of mine hasn't lost all its teeth yet.'

Anderson did a good job, but because of his taciturn character in front of outsiders, the wolf head pendant around his neck, and his black hair, he was quickly called the Black Wolf. Geralt smiled--the mage's

The prediction was accurate so far, and he rarely thought about the prediction that made him nosebleed.

As for the two bastards Eskel and Lambert... God knows where they are. Geralt just hopes they are not dead.

Generally speaking, Kaer Morhen is quite deserted at the moment. Only Geralt spends six months every year coming back here. There is no way, Queen Calanthe of Cintra has an order, and her granddaughter, Princess Cilia, has an order.

Quan heads to Kaer Morhen to escape the heat during the hottest time of the year.

He had to spend six months every year with this little carrot. In the first few years, Geralt was almost annoyed to death by her. Fortunately, under his constant guidance, Ciri also changed a lot. And the mage just

There is no need to teach her the principles of life...

Thinking of this, Geralt sighed.

My friend, where are you now?

His friend is actually not far away.

He Shenyan stood at the foot of Kaer Morhen, staring at the castle on the mountainside. The summer sun shone on him, and the villagers passing by looked at this handsome oriental man with strange eyes.

Some of them may have seen him once more than ten years ago, traveling with a white-haired demon hunter. But now they have changed. He Shenyan looked at the village and noticed the sheep pen at the end of the village.

It has disappeared, and a new house has been built there. From the perspective of country people, it is grand enough.

Time... is really cruel.

He raised his legs and walked up the mountain. He did not choose to fly, teleport or teleport. He simply relied on his legs. At this moment, the sound of stumbling footsteps came from behind him. The mage looked back and found that it was a

The peasant girl with freckles on her face was looking at him with flushed cheeks.

"Sir..." She pinched the hem of her skirt uncomfortably, leaving marks on her relatively clean skirt. "Are you a traveler?"

"That's right, ma'am."

She was surprised by this title. He Shenyan knew why - this girl may have never heard anyone call her ma'am in the past ten years of her life. The titles she heard were either her real name or her nickname.

, or some vulgar names.

Her face turned redder.

"Female, female, madam?" Her tone became sharper. "Please don't call me that... I just came to give you an apple. You have been standing in the sun for so long.

, it should be very hot, right?”

She took out a clean apple from her pocket, but He Shenyan's focus was not on the apple. He looked at her hands. Her fingers were rough, calloused, bad frostbite, and scars. All these things added up to make her feel uncomfortable.

Her hands looked like those of a fifty-year-old, not those of a girl under twenty.

The mage said nothing and took the apple. He gave her a clean smile. The peasant girl smiled and ran away, rejoining her companions. They looked in his direction, surrounded the girl in the center, and laughed chatteringly.

Making noise.

He Shenyan raised his hand and took a bite of the apple.

Not bad, very sweet.

He lifted his legs and walked up the mountain again. The apple was eaten in two minutes. The clean core was thrown by him on the roadside. It quietly sank into the ground and was transported by magic power to the girl's house.

In the yard. It will take root and sprout in the spring of next year and grow into a lush apple tree.

Its fruit will be sweeter and better-tasting than all the apples around it, and it will even have its own consciousness. It will become the spirit of the tree and protect the girl until she dies without any disease or disaster.

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"Did you hear the knock on the door?"

Ciri suddenly spoke loudly, and Geralt walked out of the kitchen, wiped his greasy hands on his apron, and asked, "What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly just now."

"I heard someone knocking on the door."

"Knock on the door?" Geralt was surprised. Then, he heard it too.

Before Kaer Morhen was rebuilt, the villagers at the foot of the mountain would occasionally come here to see the witchers and ask them to do something. Most of them were trivial things like finding children and lost livestock. At that time, they often stayed here.

It's Vesemir. The old man likes to do this kind of work for others. Anyway, he gets paid.

However, after Kaer Morhen was rebuilt, they stopped coming. Geralt knew the reason. It was just that they thought it was too grand here and they were afraid. Country people are like this, they are afraid of everything. Thunder and lightning, please come and see one in the morning.

The black cat was at the door of his house, and my wife said a few words...

These people are like this, and they can't change it. Unless the king is merciful and reduces taxes, and then sends people to teach them how to read.

Geralt laughed at his ridiculous idea: How can this be mercy? This is a crazy king. Even if a king plans to do this, his staff and ministers will try their best to kill him

.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, kid."

"Don't call me a kid!"

"Okay, kid."

Geralt nodded to her without sincerity, his brows already furrowed.

So, who will knock on the door?

He took off his apron, grabbed the shirt on the table and put it on, then walked to the weapons rack, grabbed a dagger and hung it on his waist.

Ciri watched his movements quietly, playing with a wooden knight in her hand, which was carved for her by Vesemir. The kid cherished this toy and carried it with her wherever she went.

She suddenly asked: "Is he a bad person?"

"Not sure yet," Geralt replied. "But you have pretty good ears, little lady. I didn't even hear anyone knock on the door."

"snort."

Ciri tilted her head and ignored him. She hated it when people called her that. Geralt was puzzled. It was obviously the mage who started calling her that, but she would be unhappy if anyone else called her that.

It is difficult to understand a woman's thoughts, and even more difficult to understand the thoughts of a woman who is still a child, Geralt thought to himself.

"Anyway, just stay here, okay? I'll go out and take a look and I'll be back soon."

He walked out of the hall and closed the door. At the other end of the courtyard, the two iron doors of Kaer Morhen Castle were being knocked. The sound was so loud that Geralt thought it was a rock troll knocking on the door. How could a human being

Such great strength?

He came to the iron gate and asked loudly through the door: "Who is it?!"

"Open the door, Geralt. Damn it, I'm almost exhausted."

A familiar voice came from behind the door, and Geralt's pupils shrank to the size of needle tips. He opened the iron door with three clicks, and the black-robed mage stood behind the door alive, sweating profusely.

"what?!"

The mage rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes. It's me. Don't shout so loudly, I don't want to hear any noise now... Ah, remind me not to do this next time."

He raised his feet and walked in. The witcher closed the door behind him, and the smile couldn't stop spreading on his face. He asked loudly: "How did you end up like this? I have never seen you shed tears before."

Sweating!"

"To make a long story short, I wanted to experience the feeling of an ordinary person. So I turned off the physical strengthening array, and attached a few sealing arrays to myself... I climbed a few times with the physical fitness of an ordinary person.

Mountain, this is the result, Geralt. Damn it."

He cursed: "Who built Kaer Morhen at such a high place?"

He Shenyan turned around, looked at Geralt and shook his head: "I'm almost exhausted. I smell the smell of cooking fumes on you. Are you cooking dinner?"

"Yes, mutton soup. There is still half a lamb left, as well as the fragrant royal special white bread, smoked sausage, and Vesal cheese."

Geralt announced a long list of names, then paused under the mage's expectant eyes and said the last name on his menu: "...and a large barrel of beer."

"You really understand my thoughts best." The mage smiled. "What are we waiting for?"

He raised his feet and walked inside, but Geralt stopped him: "Let me tell you in advance, He Xili is inside."

"...What is she doing here?"

The witcher shrugged: "Not two years after you left, her grandmother seemed to be unable to stand this naughty little brat. She was sent to Kaer Morhen every year. She would stay here for six months, and then

go back."

He Shenyan sighed in annoyance: "This means we can't drink."

"Not necessarily. As long as you are willing to let her drink a little, the little devil won't say anything more."

Geralt's eyes widened when he saw He Shenyan.

The mage said slowly: "Don't tell me, Geralt... don't tell me that you are letting my accidental son drink."

"She is twelve years old, so she will be fine if she drinks." The Witcher said nonchalantly. "And if you don't let her drink, she will keep making noises."

The two looked at each other for a while and reached a consensus.

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