Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Ciri played with the wooden knight gloomily.

Vesemir's craftsmanship was very good, better than the skilled craftsmen she had seen in the court. She was curious about why in the past, but not now.

Ciri already understood that Vesemir, the old man, might live longer than her grandmother, and her grandmother knew so many things, Vesemir must know more.

She was thinking that it would be nice if the black-robed mage knocked on the door. She wanted to scold him a few words - wasn't I your unexpected son? Why didn't you come back for so long? Xili actually had a little secret in her heart.

The little girl thought he was dead. She sadly told Geralt this theory, which made the witcher laugh.

"You think too much, little girl. Who can kill him?" The demon hunter laughed so much that he almost slipped under the table. "You have never seen what he looks like when he is serious. Don't worry about him."

"It's weird if you don't worry." Shirley muttered. She slid the wooden knight from one end of the table to the other, imitating the sound of a horse riding a horse. Then, she suddenly heard the sound of the door being opened.

The girl turned her head. There was only night outside the wide open door, and there was nothing else.

Her heart beat faster.

"Geralt?" Ciri jumped down from the bench, holding the wooden knight tightly in her hand. "Geralt? Is that you?!"

No one answered, maybe it was just the wind - is it possible? Is the wind capable of blowing open these two heavy doors? Shirley once tried to cut them with a sword in a naughty act. Her hands were shaking and hurt, and the door was even connected.

No trace was left.

The wind...can blow open such a door?

She walked to the door cautiously, her cowhide boots stepping on the ground, making almost no sound. The little girl's face was wrinkled, she thought she would cry, but she didn't.

The wooden knight was radiating heat in her hands. It was warmed by her body temperature, and now it was passed back to her with strength in the blowing night wind. She was scared, but she would never cry. Because the black-robed mage told her

She: "When you are in danger, crying is the most useless option, Shirley, remember this."

She murmured to herself, and in her heart, He Shenyan's voice sounded, and she used her own voice to say what He Shenyan had told her: "Keep calm."

"Geralt?" she called again. "Are you outside?"

Still no one answered, Ciri pursed her lips and ran to the corner at the other end of the hall. There was a wooden barrel there, which contained her wooden swords for training. Ciri picked up one and skillfully tied it on her hand.

Sword Flower. She is very dedicated to training and has no squeamishness like a princess at all. Geralt joked that she could be a female witcher.

Then come and try it, if there is a monster. I will be the first female witcher today.

Xili held the sword in her right hand and the wooden knight in her left hand. She came to the door little by little, and at this moment, a pair of hands covered her eyes.

A familiar voice whispered in her ear: "Bang."

Ciri was not startled, her reaction was beyond that of two childish men. Their prank did not achieve the desired results. The girl did not cry, did not scream. She just turned around deftly and raised her head.

Look at the mage.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

They looked at each other.

Then, Ciri poked the wizard's leg with her wooden sword and whispered, "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am, kid."

"I do not believe."

Ciri's voice became a little choker, but she still didn't cry. At this time, the smile on Geralt's face that appeared from behind the door had become a little embarrassing. And he discovered that He Shenyan was not smiling. On the contrary.

, his expression became very soft. It was an expression of holding a fragile gem, fearing that it would break.

"So, what should I do so that you can believe that I didn't lie to you?"

"Just do a trick for me."

"Okay, Your Highness Princess."

The black-robed mage knelt down obediently and asked the princess, who was holding a wooden sword and wooden knight, softly: "What trick do you want to see?"

"When we first met, you became like that for me."

So He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and a flame bloomed between his fingers: "Is this enough, Your Highness?"

Geralt leaned against the door unknowingly. He crossed his arms and looked at the warm scene with a smile. He heard Ciri trying to suppress the smile in her voice, pretending to be aggrieved: "

It’s not enough, your flames are much smaller than last time!”

"Don't push yourself too far, princess. Playing with fire at night will make you wet the bed." The mage said seriously, and then laughed. "I apologize for my behavior, forgive me, okay?"

"You promise never to leave for that long again."

"I promise."

"So, hook?"

The girl stretched out her right hand, her bright green eyes reflecting the soft light in Kaer Morhen's hall. Her little finger hanging in the air was hooked by a pale and slender finger after a few seconds.

"Pull the hook." The black-robed mage said solemnly.

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"Is she asleep?"

"Sleep, children get tired easily. We obviously really scared her." Geralt sat back on the chair and took out a bottle of beer from the alley at his feet. "How does this wine taste?"

"you ask me?"

"This is a gift from the people of Sintra. I haven't drunk it yet - if you hadn't come back, I wouldn't have even planned to drink this wine. Vesemir should be the first to taste it."

He Shenyan smiled, picked up the beer and took a sip. Feeling the mellow taste, he said, "You didn't think so the last time we drank all his stock."

"Hey, you have a share, too." Geralt said seriously, taking a sip at the same time. This sip was like turning on some kind of switch in him, making the witcher excited. "Good guy!

The winemaker should be rewarded with a villa!”

"I agree."

He Shenyan expressed his views equally seriously. The master picked up a piece of mutton with a fork and brought it to his mouth. He exhaled with satisfaction: "Your craftsmanship is much better than before."

"There is no other way, I have to take care of the child."

Geralt directly reached out and took a whole sausage, took a bite, and said inarticulately: "The Hinterlanders will send chefs and guards over in the first year, but no one will come in the second year. Hope

Li said that she requested it herself, and she found them annoying. So I had to study my own cooking skills. Otherwise, I would not be able to satisfy the princess's stomach."

"What? The water ghost hunter changed his profession and became a cook?"

"Damn it! Don't mention that name!" Geralt was angry on the surface, but actually said with a smile. "Tell me about you, what have you done recently? I bet you must have experienced a long adventure. You have that kind of

The fatigue is exactly the same as when I was walking across mountains and rivers."

"I?"

The mage forked a piece of beef again thoughtfully, and then placed it on a piece of bread on his plate. He stared at the bread in thought for a while, and Geralt waited patiently. In terms of storytelling, the mage started from

He was not disappointed. He knew that he would also hear a good story this time.

He was disappointed.

"There's nothing to talk about, Geralt."

The mage said dryly, and even sighed: "It's not a good thing - to make a long story short, I helped a huge human empire. I made a deal with the smaller Lake Fairy you saw, and saved

A world escaped from the responsibility my teacher left me."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

"You sound tired."

"I am indeed very tired. In fact, I am exhausted. Much more tiring than climbing a mountain."

He Shenyan rolled up the piece of bread and ate it together with the mutton: "I thought I had the ability to act as a temporary god, I thought I could save innocent people again and again - did I do it? I don't know.

I just felt very tired. For a while, while I was busy saving the world, I was questioning my behavior in my mind."

"It's like two voices are whispering to me, Geralt," he said, looking at the witcher. "One voice says: No, you idiot, what are you doing? You're doing this for a bunch of people you don't even know.

Fight hard.”

"Then, another voice said: Yes, you don't know them. There is no need for you to take action. But they are all human beings."

Geralt noticed that the mage's dark eyes looked so dim for the first time.

"They are all human beings..." He Shenyan murmured to himself. "I am a mage from Karma Taj, Geralt. Do you know what this means?"

"I don't know." Geralt followed his words. As long as he wanted to, the witcher could be a very good listener.

He indeed is.

"Kama Taj is a group of magicians who are the guardians of mankind. They have been dedicated to protecting mankind for tens of thousands of years, keeping ignorant civilians away from the harm of devils and magical disasters. And I am one of them

——No, I am the best of them."

"Logically speaking, I shouldn't doubt this. Because saving the world is a very common thing for me, but..."

He raised his head, and Geralt was shocked to see pain in his eyes.

"But, I just want to go home." He Shenyan told him in a low voice. "At first, I was thrown into a world that was very strange to me. I was tortured by the devil, tortured by the church, and then I escaped.

Come out. I study magic and hate this world in my heart. For me, I am willing to use all my abilities in exchange for returning to my previous home."

"Later, I reconciled with that world. I found that my hatred was unnecessary - seriously, why should I hate this world? What I should hate is the devil and the church. They made me

My heart is filled with hatred."

He Shenyan smiled.

"I started living there for ten years. I spent ten years there. At that time, I was not as strong as I am now, and my mentality was still that of a mortal. I valued time...

.Ten years. Everyone in the world knew me, I was their hero, and then I left."

"I couldn't bear it anymore - I wanted to go home, I had to go home. Those ten years couldn't resist the thirty years I spent at home in a country that had everything I needed, my parents, my

Family, my friends... I wanted to go back, but then, I failed. I couldn't find the way. I still can't find it now."

"Do you still want to go back now?"

He Shenyan said without hesitation: "Of course, but I already know that this matter is probably impossible to achieve."

"Why?"

"Because the world is too big and I am a madman. I may have schizophrenia. I want to go home, but when I see someone hurt or a world is suffering an undeserved fate, I will help them.

"

"This is not a contradiction, you just did what normal people would do."

"I am not normal, Geralt." He Shenyan repeated. "I am a madman."

"You are not," Geralt told him. "You are my friend, a better man than all the mages I know. A hero."

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The next day, they met in the courtyard with a splitting headache.

The mage drank to get drunk, so naturally he would not use magic to eliminate that feeling. He saw the same weakness on Geralt's face, so he began to laugh at him mercilessly: "Witchers also have headaches because of hangovers.

?”

"You are still a mage!"

Geralt responded hoarsely. This was the result of their battle last night. In the middle of the night, the two of them got drunk and ran outside the castle to catch a wolf and wanted to teach it to sing. The poor wolf was almost frightened.

Dead, Geralt and He Shenyan's plan failed, but they both learned how to howl.

"Come on." He Shenyan waved his hand nonchalantly. "I drank more than you did last night!"

"Damn, you have the nerve to say that?!" Geralt almost died of anger. "You took away all the wine, and I had to take a long way to the cellar to move another box!"

"You didn't drink as much as I did!"

"You stole the wine!"

"You didn't drink as much as I did!"

"You stole the wine!"

"..." He Shenyan fell silent and ended the cycle. Because he suddenly found that they were a bit childish.

The witcher's expression was similar to his. Geralt scratched his head guiltily: "Uh, has Ciri gotten up?"

"I don't know. Do you want to make breakfast?"

"What kind of breakfast should I make since you're here? Can't you cast a spell to create a table full of food?"

"I can, Geralt, but I don't seem to want to eat very much right now..." He Shenyan burped without any image. "What about you?"

"Me too." The witcher replied gloomily. He raised his head and saw a small head looking down at them from the second floor window of the castle, so he stretched out his hand and waved upward: "Hey, kid! Come down for breakfast.

!”

"No!" Xili replied loudly. "I heard your conversation! You must have tricked me into coming down to make breakfast! Humph! I'll come down again in the afternoon, I want to read a book!"

"Reading a book?"

Geralt said curiously: "This is really the sun rising from the west."

The mage shrugged and snapped his fingers to create two armchairs. The two men, who smelled of alcohol and had not yet sobered up, lay down and basked in the sun.

They plan to do nothing today.

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Let's write it separately, let's make a transition to 2k, and let Geralt go to the sewers somewhere else tomorrow to kill water ghosts.

By the way, I recently reread the Witcher novels...well, I was once again pissed off by Yennefer's bitch.

This woman really enjoyed wearing Geralt's hat.