Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

They stayed in Kaer Morhen until December, and the two men spent the day wandering around with nothing to do. They even adopted an entire pack of nearby wolves as their cubs, and the wolves regarded them as the alpha wolves. If you think this is

As if that wasn't enough to prove their boredom, here's another one.

Geralt tries to teach a nearby rock troll how to play poker so that the three of them can get together.

December ended, and a new year came. Ciri returned gloomily to her palace, her 'prison', which the little one didn't like. She liked her grandmother, but she didn't like it there.

Geralt was wearing a leather armor in the courtyard. It was not the dragon leather armor made for him by the mage, but a studded soft armor. He planned to hang out for half a year and pick up commissions along the way. The mage crossed his arms with his chest.

Standing aside, watching him put on the leather armor with difficulty.

"Have you gained weight?"

"How is that possible?" Geralt said angrily, and then looked at his bulging belly suspiciously. "...It seems to be a little bit."

"ha!"

He Shenyan made a sharp sneer: "You might become the first demon hunter in history who weighs two hundred pounds!"

"Okay, Master Mage, let me go." Geralt sighed. "I still have to go down the mountain to find a town to buy radishes."

"Your carrots are gone again?"

"Yes, I was eaten out by an evil spirit..." The demon hunter weighed the money bag around his waist uncomfortably. "I really doubt whether this little money is enough for me to buy a suitable mare.

If you want to buy a stallion, you have to buy a war horse, but I can't afford a war horse... Damn it, you shouldn't spend money in Novigrad!"

"You went to a brothel again?"

"No, I bought a lot of gifts for Triss. Triss, do you still remember? It's just——"

"——The red-haired lady? I remember." The mage nodded. "I have to mention that your taste in women has finally improved. That black-haired sorceress is not suitable for you."

Geralt turned around and looked around. He knew there was no one else here but them, but the witcher still did it. It was as if he had a guilty conscience.

He coughed, lowered his voice and said to the mage: "Actually, I still have feelings for her."

Geralt said with a melancholy face: "What really made me decide to break up with her was what happened last year. Triss and I separated for a while. She was going to a warlock school to study, and then, I met Ye Ye while traveling.

Nefa."

He Shenyan said without mercy: "You two are in trouble again?"

"Don't put it in such a bad way...well, it's true. She and I traveled to Edkinville, the Elvish language, and the city is called Ice Shard in translation. I don't like it there."

"Let me guess." He Shenyan said thoughtfully. "She slept with someone else?"

"Oh shit!"

Geralt cursed: "How did you guess so accurately?"

"Anyway, she slept with me one night and had sex with a warlock the next day. That bastard even showed off to me, saying that they had been asking me to get out of this house because of my separation and reunification in the past few years.

In the city, he wanted to marry Yennefer. I originally wanted to challenge him for a duel. But when things came to a head, I felt it was unnecessary. Then Yennefer left."

"that's all?"

"Yeah, and then he left a letter for each of us. A riddle. And we both broke up."

Geralt lowered his head, put the sword on the armor belt on his back, tightened it, then picked up his travel bag and signaled that the mage could leave.

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February, March. Time flies so fast while traveling. Geralt’s new carrot is a docile brown mare with no patterns on her body and is very beautiful. She always likes to touch the horse the mage rides with her wet nose.

Dark horse, He Shenyan knew what she meant, but his horse was made of magic power.

It was impossible for her to respond.

"Speaking of which, Geralt, where did that dragon horse go?"

"Are you talking about my old carrot? Vesemir rode him out. The old man is too arrogant." Geralt shook his head. "After you modified it, that horse can spit fire from its mouth. I really doubt him."

When I accepted the commission, did I do it myself or did Carrot do it? Oh, I’m sorry, Carrot, I didn’t tell you.”

The mare neighed.

"It seems we are almost reaching the beach?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing at the beach? Killing water ghosts?"

"No, it's mid-March now." Geralt raised his hand to straighten the collar of his cotton-padded coat. It was always cold in the woods. "The water ghosts in the wild are usually hibernating at this time."

"So what are you going to do?"

"When I go to sea, I plan to go to the Skellige Islands to find a blacksmith. I ordered a sword from him the year before last, but the delivery time was long past. I have to get the sword back. By the way, I will try the sword at Skellige's.

, there should be a lot of monsters to kill on their island."

Carrot meekly stepped over a pit, while Geralt kept talking. He was no different from a chatterbox when facing acquaintances. As a result, the very smart mare staggered. By the way,

Throwing the witcher to the ground.

"What's going on?!" Geralt screamed in pain as he lay on the ground. The mage got off his horse and helped him up. He also threw a healing spell on Carrot to prevent the horse from being harmed. He stared at the mud puddle seriously.

The thing behind, sighed.

Geralt stood up and had the same reaction as him.

"Damn it."

The witcher knelt down near the thing and closed his eyes with his fingers.

That's a boy.

He lay sprawled on the ground, wearing dirty coarse clothes, with his fingers clenched tightly, looking up at the sky. His eyelids were closed by Geralt, and there was coagulated blood in his wide-open mouth.

"A child, hey. How old is he? Eight years old? Who would kill a child." Geralt broke the arrow on the poor child and his eyes became cold. "What do you think?"

He Shenyan stared at the stiff expression on the boy's face and stretched out his hand to take Geralt's broken arrow shaft.

"Military."

After observing for a while, he came to a conclusion.

"military?"

"Yes, Geralt. Look here." The mage handed the arrow shaft back to Geralt and asked him to look at the arrow tail. There was a prismatic mark on it.

"Damn it." Geralt cursed again. "Damn it."

The mage's fingers moved slightly, and the boy's body began to sink into the soil. No one came here, so it was suitable for his tomb. He Shenyan could use necromancy to make the corpse speak and tell the truth, but he didn't want to let another poor person

The soul of an eight-year-old child suffers that kind of pain.

He is dead, let him rest in peace.