Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Baron Targaryen is a middle-aged man in his forties, without a beard. He is pale and thin, but by no means short.

Nobles of his age are not married. Geralt thinks this is simply rare in the world. Generally speaking, nobles will lose their virginity to maids (and occasionally male servants) when they are young. When they mature, they will

He would hang out in major taverns and brothels. In short, there were very few nobles who would not have illegitimate children.

Those nobles who only marry one wife can be regarded as pure and self-sufficient. For a bachelor like Baron Targaryen, it is difficult not to make people wonder if he has some special hobbies - of course, Geralt was just thinking about it.

The baron's residence is located in a secluded community in High Rock City. Most of the people who live here are artists or people who particularly need quiet. The house is a single-family house, without the huge gardens or statues that the nobles like, just a small

There is a small courtyard with a tree planted in it for shade.

What is even more incomprehensible to the witchers about Baron Targaryen is that he does not hire any servants. He cooks his own meals on weekdays, and even does things like grocery shopping and cleaning himself.

A weirdo.

This is Geralt's evaluation of him.

"So, Master Witcher."

Baron Targaryen coughed. It was April now. He was sitting in his courtyard with a thick blanket wrapped around him: "Did you find anything?"

Geralt didn't know what the Baron's definition of 'discovery' was. It had been forty minutes since he came to the door. During these forty minutes, he visited every place in the Baron's house. He didn't notice anything related to ghosts.

Mark of.

In fact, homes that are invaded by ghosts or goblins tend to become very spooky.

And what about the baron's house?

The lighting is excellent, and the sun outside can be seen from any corner of the house. The air here is pleasant, and a short distance away is Kaedwen's official art academy. Singing and piano music can be heard all day long, which is very pleasant.

Geralt did not make any presumptions. You must know that sometimes ghosts are time-sensitive creatures that only appear at special times.

He pondered for a while and then said to the Baron: "Perhaps you need to leave here for a while. I have not found any traces of the ghosts you mentioned."

Baron Targaryen sighed, a look of pain flashed across his pale face.

He murmured to himself: "I have heard your name, Geralt of Rivia. Elves, dwarves, and humans have all mentioned your name on some occasions. As early as when I was in good health, I often went

I have heard many legendary stories about you during the days of entertainment in the tavern."

"If even a master witcher like you can't solve my problem, then what's the point of moving?"

The baron smiled bitterly, and what flashed across his face was a disregard for life and a kind of calmness: "...and, I think, this may be the punishment given to me by the goddess Melitelli. To punish me for treating those former companions

Turning a blind eye while being deported and killed.”

He covered his face with his hands and whispered: "I deserve it, Master Demon Hunter. Thank you for your help. How much reward do you need?"

"Let's not mention the reward. If the commission is not completed, I will not take your money. This is the rule of the witcher."

Geralt waved his hand: "Besides, Baron, I am very interested in what you just revealed."

Baron Targaryen put down his hand and leaned on the rocking chair. The thick blanket and the clear sunshine seemed unable to resist the heavy chill. It was obviously April, but he was still wearing thick cotton clothes. Geralt's words made him

He smiled bitterly again.

"...Well, I'll let you know if you think it would help with my problem."

The story that followed did not exceed Geralt's expectations, at least not the most tragic part.

In the years since Henselt came to power, the living environment of the non-human races in Kaedwen has become increasingly difficult. Some stupid people were easily incited by the king's words and believed that the non-human races were beasts, thieves, prostitutes and liars.

.In fact, Henselt just wanted to take away the money of the elves and dwarves.

For several years, he continued to incite hatred against non-human races in the country. After reaching a certain critical point, the tragic massacre occurred at the king's instruction.

And it happened in High Rock City. There used to be more than 1,300 non-human race residents here, but now there are none. They can escape and die.

Baron Targaryen is an eccentric person. He doesn't like to get along with nobles, although he is one of them. And there is a reason for this.

In his eyes, those nobles enjoyed money and a privileged life that was beyond the reach of common people, but they never thought about doing anything for the country. Having seen the dark side of the nobles, he despised being associated with them and chose to go

Down to the tavern in the lower district, where he was well respected for his temperament and behavior.

And the nobles of the same class as him don't like him very much. In their view, Targaryen is an alien. He has an ancient surname and the status of a baron, but he does not pursue enjoyment like them. On the contrary, Targaryen

Li An donated money to start a business, provide relief to the poor, buy new clothes and herbs for the priests of the goddess Meriteri, and even paid for them to adopt orphans.

His series of actions made the Kaedwen nobles dislike him very much, which in turn made Baron Targaryen go to those taverns more often. He had many friends, all of different identities and races. Elf merchants, dwarf chefs

, the human blacksmith... As a result, when the massacre occurred, everyone he knew died.

The human blacksmith wanted to help his friend escape, but the soldiers tacitly chopped off his head with a halberd. The elf merchant wanted to leave with his family, but at the city gate the guards lit a fire and burned the carriage, and was forced to kneel down.

He watched his family members being burned alive on the ground.

The dwarf chef was discovered by the guards while escaping... and so on, there are countless others.

And the Baron was totally powerless to do anything about it.

The massacre lasted for three days. During these three days, the baron tried many methods. He bribed the guards, used his name to send a group of people out of the city, or sent people away by sea, but none of them succeeded. Henselt

He is determined to exterminate all non-human races in High Rock City, and his desire for money exceeds everything else.

The baron stayed at home in despair, unwilling to go out and face this again.

If other kings did this kind of thing, Geralt would be surprised and lamented the king's stupidity. But he was not surprised that Henselt did this kind of thing. Geralt and him had met before, and he was not surprised by the king's stupidity.

To him, although the king was not a thief, he was not far from it.

"That's how it is, Master Witcher."

The baron leaned back on his chair, his face pale and his expression dull: "I'm done."

...

After bidding farewell to the Baron, Geralt left his home.

There are no traces of ghosts in the Baron's home, and the poor man is most likely just scaring himself.

There have been many cases of this kind of situation. As early as when Geralt was a novice demon hunter, he dealt with a case where a husband accidentally killed his wife because of his suspicion, and finally went crazy because of guilt. The villagers said that he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Possessed, it was his wife’s spirit that kept pestering him, causing him to commit suicide.

As a result, when Geralt applied the good evil spirit oil and entered the door, all he saw was a poor hanging man. Because his wife was too beautiful, he suspected that she was having an affair with other people in the village, but there was no evidence. After drinking, he killed his wife.

I live with regret every day.

People will always be condemned by their own conscience.

The witcher carried his sword on his back and walked thoughtfully on the road.

What happened to the Baron was not unusual to him. This kind of story had happened so many times in the world he lived in that it was even surprising. Not to mention non-human races, even local lords ordered the massacre of villagers.

As for the character of the baron - Geralt did not want to belittle this rare nobleman with a conscience. But he had to tell the truth. Baron Targaryen was not suitable for being a nobleman. He was too sensitive and too fragile.

The commission fell through.

It was getting dark, so he strolled back to Nanna's hotel. The mage was sitting in a secluded corner drinking wine, with a book spread out on the clean table. There were many guests in the store, but none of them talked or laughed loudly. This was

According to the rules of Nanna's store, the people who come here are all respectable people with status, and they actually enjoy this kind of place.

Because of this, the appearance of the witcher seems out of place.

Geralt was calm and composed, and even enjoyed the strange looks in their eyes. He walked to the opposite side of the mage with neither slow nor fast steps, sat down heavily, and sighed before he spoke.

He Shenyan turned the page in the book, picked up the thick wooden wine glass and took a sip. He raised his head from the text, glanced at Geralt who looked unhappy, and asked casually: "How is your commission?

?I don’t smell the smell of water ghost on you.”

"I accepted a commission from a local baron. I thought I would earn a lot..."

The witcher shook his head, stretched out his hand to stop the boy who was working as a helper in the store, and asked him to get him a bottle of wine. When the wine came, he took a sip, and Geralt continued his topic.

"The baron wrote in the commission that he suspected that he was haunted by a ghost. After I went there, I found that there was no ghost in his house at all. He was torturing himself because of guilt."

"Oh?" He Shenyan closed the book with interest. "It sounds like a good story. Let me hear it."

So, Geralt told the mage the baron's narrative in full. He drank sip after sip of wine. The consequences of Henselt's behavior were obvious. Today, Kaedwen is full of people running around.

There are only a handful of Scoia'tael guerrillas who attack farmers, rob caravans, and do not kill civilians.

Racial hatred is on the rise, but who is responsible for all this?

Anyone who dared to speak out was hanged.

Geralt shook his head: "I really doubt that poor guy can survive this winter."

He Shenyan smiled, the baron was a rare individual among many nobles. He was much better than those who felt superior because of their money and their father's surname.

He picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Geralt: "Don't think too much, Geralt, you are just a demon hunter and can't control everything."

"I know." Geralt replied dully.

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It’s true that Geralt couldn’t control everything, but he was a crow’s mouth. Early the next morning, two guards knocked on the door of the hotel.

Their attitude was very business-like, and they were just doing a routine interrogation, but what they said made Geralt's expression become much more gloomy: "Witcher, you went to the home of the local Baron Targaryen yesterday, right?"

"Yes."

"When did you leave?"

"Around five o'clock in the evening."

"Then, this matter has nothing to do with you." The guard nodded at him. "The coroner said that the Baron died in the middle of the night. Poor man, may the goddess Meriteri bless his soul and may he rest in peace.

."

"The Baron is dead?"

"Yes, he hanged himself." The guard shook his head sympathetically. "I quite like this noble gentleman. At least he treats us as human beings... Well, I said too much, Hunter

Devil, don't take my words to heart."

The guards turned and left, and Geralt sat on the bench in the lobby of the store, his expression becoming increasingly sullen.

People will always be condemned by their own conscience.

After sitting for a while, he suddenly jumped up from his chair, grabbed his sword and walked towards the door, startling Nanna behind the counter. His movement made He Shenyan, who was enjoying breakfast, stop.

, his voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly throughout the entire hall.

"You'd better not act on your own initiative, Geralt. This is Kaedwen, not Novigrad, and there's no one from the Gregorian family to help you with sales."

"I don't believe he committed suicide."

"You went to his house yesterday, didn't you? There was no trace of the ghost. You said this yourself. You also said that he was tortured by guilt and might not be able to survive the winter. He might just be suffering from talking to you.

Exciting... If you ask me, I only have one thing to tell you."

He Shenyan picked up a piece of bread and put it into his mouth: "No one can save everyone, don't take yourself too seriously."

Having said that, after he finished breakfast, the mage still walked out of the hotel door with the demon hunter.

"Do you really think something is fishy?" He Shenyan asked.

"If he wanted to die, why would he publish that commission? It doesn't make sense."

But from Geralt's expression, you couldn't see many emotional fluctuations. But he said a lot in one breath.

"He died in the latter half of the night, which is when night spirits and a series of ghosts are most active. I did carefully check every corner of the house, but what if I missed something? What if this is true?

It was the ghost who did it... Hey, then this baron died indirectly in my hands."

Having said that, there was no need for more questions. He Shenyan smiled and turned the corner: "Then, let's go find the coroner."

"You know the way?"

"What do you think?"

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I will continue to update tomorrow. I have a day off today. My hands hurt and I have tenosynovitis.