Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

April.

They arrived at High Rock City in Kaedwen, also known as Ard Kalai. The city was magnificent, but too vulgar. Because the Kaedwen people living here have always been known for their vulgarity, the way into the city with the wizard alone,

Geralt heard more than forty dirty words.

If these words were uttered in public in a southern city, they would probably be slapped by the guards. They would also be looked down upon.

But this is Kaedwen.

Geralt couldn't help but smile. He tilted his head and said to the mage: "Welcome to hell."

He Shenyan raised his head from his book and glanced at the gloating witcher. He knew why Geralt was gloating. The reason was simple - mages didn't like places that were too noisy, and Kaedwen happened to be a noisy city.

"I've been to hell many times, and it doesn't look like this there." He also showed a malicious smile. "Do you want to see it?"

"No, where will you stay tonight?" Geralt changed the subject without leaving any trace.

"You pick a spot, I've never been here before."

"Then, I hope that the hotel I went to is still open, the landlady is nice, and the food is delicious."

Without much effort, they arrived at the inn that Geralt had been to. It was a beautifully painted white four-story house and even had a garden. The atmosphere of this place was incompatible with Kaedwen.

He Shenyan noticed that local residents passing by here would deliberately lower the volume of their chats.

Interesting. He squinted his eyes.

They handed the horse's reins to a little boy who came out. The boy nodded to them very professionally: "Make sure to feed your horse well, sir!"

The two walked into the hotel, and He Shenyan smelled the aroma of lavender. They saw warm decorations and dim yellow candlelight. A woman wearing a low-cut shirt stood behind the counter and played with a purple flower. She heard the door open.

She raised her head and took a look. Geralt's face revealed a surprise smile on her face.

"Witcher!" She smiled and walked out of the counter, with a graceful figure and a long brown dress. "Long time no see, you traveled to Kaedwen again? Who is this?"

"My companion, a mage."

The two shook hands, and the woman turned her gaze to the mage. After staring at his face for more than five seconds, she realized that she should also shake hands with him. She blushed and stretched out her right hand rather shyly: "Hello.

,gentlemen."

"Hello, ma'am."

"Are you here to stay at the hotel?"

"No." Geralt joked seriously. "I'm here to introduce you to my mage friend, Nanna."

"Stop talking so much, otherwise you won't get a share of the beef stew tonight."

The demon hunter immediately gave up. He and the mage found a seat by the window and sat down. Nanna waved to them: "The food will be here soon. Don't worry, it will be delicious."

After saying that, she walked into the kitchen.

"I'm not too worried about this." Geralt said to the mage. "Her food is famous for its delicious taste. Last time I came here, I didn't get tired of eating it for a week. And I often come back to it. By the way, I

I think she likes you."

"what are you saying?"

"Stop pretending, He Nanna doesn't like women, and women who don't like women will probably be attracted to your face."

"..." He Shenyan glanced at Geralt speechlessly. He was too lazy to argue with the witcher on this aspect, and he didn't want to provoke a hotel proprietress for no reason. He said with a slight warning: "

Don't mention it, Geralt. Don't let her misunderstand."

Geralt shrugged and stopped talking.

The dishes were brought out quickly, two large bowls of beef stew, the aroma was fragrant. Large pieces of beef were floating in the thick dark red soup, and there were many carrots and potatoes as garnishes. Nanna placed them on

On the table, he smiled and asked: "Do you need anything else, gentlemen?"

"Excuse me, Nanna, I wanted to ask if you have any beer here. Any beer will do. I'd like some."

"Ah, Geralt." The landlady winked at him playfully. "You probably haven't forgotten what you did last time you drank at my place, right?"

"I promise it won't happen this time."

"I hope you won't. I'm glad it's this handsome gentleman who comes with you this time, instead of the flashy-dressed bard last time."

She snorted softly and went behind the counter to get the drink.

"Bard?" He Shenyan asked. "When did you hang out with poets again?"

"Don't mention him, he's an idiot." Geralt said expressionlessly. "If you knew him, you would make the same evaluation as me."

After eating and drinking, Geralt chose to go to the commission board in the city to find some commissions. It was too eye-catching for a witcher to enter the city and not accept any work. He didn't want to attract unnecessary attention. The mage chose to stay in the house.

They meditated and recovered their magic power. They were not in a hurry to deal with the elves and the stolen warehouse.

They have plenty of time.

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Geralt was walking on the street, choosing to stay away from the smelly lower town. It was really smelly there. Although the witcher was already familiar with the smell, he still didn't like the smell.

That's the smell of poverty.

Geralt laughed at his own thoughts - How could I become as sentimental and cynical as Dandelion? Despite this, an idea still took root in his heart.

Who made them so poor?

He did not continue to think about it, but came to the commission board located in the flowers. It stood in a field of bright purple and red flowers. It was already very old. The witcher reached out and took down the first one. The commission board in the city is

It changes once a week, so he doesn't have to worry about coming to his door, but the matter is already over.

"Warning: Old Green is dead. I am looking for someone reliable who can make a coffin."

I can't make a coffin.

He put the first one back and reached out to take the second one.

"Has anyone lost a cat at home? Yesterday I..."

Okay, there’s no need to read this one.

The witcher looked through them one by one with boredom, and finally, on the seventh copy, he smelled the smell of work.

"I am looking for a gentleman (or lady) with extraordinary courage or expertise in ghosts. I participated in the massacre of elves a year ago and witnessed too many nightmare-like scenes, resulting in a lot of physical discomfort. Recently

For the past year, I have always felt cold eyes staring at my back while living alone at home."

"It is not yet certain whether it is a ghost, but I am physically and mentally exhausted and can no longer live a normal life. I look forward to your arrival. I will definitely reward you with a lot of money."

Signed Baron Targaryen.

interesting.

Geralt thought to himself, Ah, Baron? You have earned it.

He carried his sword and headed towards the address line on the commission board.