Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Opening the door, what appeared in front of the demon hunter and the mage was an extremely luxurious palace.

The first thing that catches the eye is a whole wine cabinet. From here, you can see how extraordinary the king Henselt is. If you are an ordinary king (those who want to leave a relatively good evaluation for themselves),

There will be a dedicated study room, and there will also be a large bookcase in the bedroom.

And King Henselt...his mahogany wine cabinet has luxurious and low-key gold rims, extremely gorgeous lines, and three hundred bottles of different wines inside. They came here from all over the world,

It carries the fragrance of wheat and land from all over the world.

Looking back from the wine cabinet, there is a huge and gorgeous bed. It has thick curtains and four huge bedposts. Lying on the velvet quilt is an old man with a brown beard and sunken eyes.

He is sleeping, but judging from his expression, he must be having a sweet dream.

"What to do?" Geralt asked. "It seems that the king is enjoying himself in his dream."

"How to do it?"

He Shenyan smiled contemptuously. He rarely despised a person so much, but it was just like the Witcher's evaluation of King Henselt - he was more like a thief than a king.

The mage walked to the big bed, moved his fingers slightly, and a bottle of fine wine from Vizima came into his hand.

He opened the cork, and the fragrant smell immediately came out. This was a good wine that no drunkard could miss, but the mage just smelled it, and then aimed it at King Henselt's head and knocked it down hard.

.

"boom!"

It has to be said that Vizima's craftsmen never cut corners. Their wine is not just delicious. Beer bottles have also become deadly weapons in tavern fights many times. This thick bottle is enough to withstand toughness and

Comparing wooden sticks.

With one blow, King Henselt immediately woke up from his sweet dream. He raised his hands and screamed at the crimson wine on his sheets. The pain from his nose made him burst into tears.

.

It took him twenty seconds to realize that this was not a nightmare.

"You--" he roared loudly, his face full of veins. "-Where did you come in? Huh?! You, witcher, have I seen you somewhere?!"

Geralt saluted him, very sarcastic. He rarely smiled to outsiders, but at this moment, there was a sarcastic smile on his face: "Your Majesty Henselt, I'm glad you haven't forgotten me.

This little witcher."

The king's eyes traced the two swords behind him without trace, and he glanced at the closed palace door again. His voice had already been lowered: "You entered my palace without permission, and you woke me up in this way.

, do you want to assassinate me?"

Without waiting for an answer, he stared majestically. If he were an ordinary assassin, he would definitely be frightened by the appearance of this king. A well-known tyrant, under the exaggeration of reputation, will often be deceived by many people.

Can't see his true appearance.

——In fact, King Henselt was only 1.5 meters tall. Sitting on that bed, he was not even as tall as an average dwarf.

"Assassination?"

The mage seemed to have heard a big joke. He was so handsome that Henselt couldn't help but smile again on his face that was filled with hatred.

Shaking his head, he said: "No, we are here to ask for an explanation from you, Your Majesty the King."

"Can you give me an explanation?"

"yes."

He Shenyan raised his right hand and magically conjured a military arrow from nowhere. He raised it and placed it under King Henselt's bleeding nose so that he could see clearly.

He saw with satisfaction that the king's eyes were changing.

"Next, let my friend Geralt come. I'm not very good at communicating with the king."

"Fuck you, mage."

"What's wrong? Don't you often appear in the palace?"

The witcher didn't answer the mage's words anymore. He walked forward, crossed his hands on his chest, and asked coldly: "You sent someone to kill Baron Targaryen, right?"

"...so straightforward?"

Henselt smiled, grinning his yellowed teeth. He obviously didn't pay attention to oral hygiene. Geralt could even smell the stench in his mouth: "Yes, I sent someone to kill him. This bastard had been killing him for half a year."

I'll go to hell with this shameless beast when he announces in the city's taverns that he's haunted by the ghosts of elves and dwarves."

There was undisguised hatred on his face: "He is a human being! I don't care if he is willing to get along with non-human races, but for spreading such rumors, I just let him commit suicide. This is already considered a good thing.

!Witcher, ask yourself, where can you find a king like me?"

"There is indeed only one King Henselt in the world."

The king pretended not to hear the sarcasm he was making about himself. The old man crossed his legs and used a more humorous way of telling: "Hey, demon hunter. As you travel all over the country, you should know the virtues of those non-human races best."

Are you having sex? The elves’ eyes are higher than the top, and they all look down on us, as if they are nobler than us!”

"Dwarves are the most greedy for money. They are illiterate and even call themselves 'I' when they talk! They speak harshly and have a bad temper. Do you know how many fights there were in High Rock City every year because of them before they were expelled by me?"

?”

"As for the halflings, let alone them! They are all damn merchants! Damn it, they buy Kaedwen's cloth at a low price and sell it to the Southerners at a high price to earn the hard-earned money of the women who weave the cloth!"

The king raised his fist and said with great justice: "Tell me, Demon Hunter, what kind of good person can Baron Targaryen who hangs out with these guys be?!"

"so what?"

Geralt looked at him quietly, completely unswayed by his words.

The demon hunter said coldly: "You have said so much just to cover up the ugliness of your intentions. I know it all too well, Henselt. All politicians will raise the banner of justice for themselves before doing bad things.

Just like a gangster in a tavern who is unhappy with someone and will say before bullying someone that someone else did it first."

"Elves, dwarves, halflings... you cite their shortcomings, kill or expel them one by one, confiscate their property, and you let the Scoia'tael spread imperceptibly throughout Kaedwen. You know

Were the people you called bandits just ordinary people until they were kicked out of their homes?"

"You drove them out and killed their families. Of course they wanted revenge. But they can't take revenge on you, the king! In the end, those who were punished for your crimes were the farmers and businessmen who had never harmed them.

An honest countryman! He has never left his village in his life and works in the fields like everyone else."

"Until one day, the Scoia'tael came, killing everyone they could and burning everything they could. Whose fault is this?"

"By the way." Geralt laughed. "King Henselt, those non-human races you drove out... they are also legally citizens of Kaedwen. Before you, from

No one has actually initiated genocide within the country."

"You have a good mouth, Witcher."

The king applauded him angrily, then spread his hands and said with a sneer: "So?"

He even dared to use the witcher's words to question him.

"You mutant freak, bastard. I think you have been outside human society for too long. They are not human -"

"Fuck you!"

The demon hunter punched the bastard in the face, picked up his collar, and interrupted him viciously.

"Then the Targaryens are not human?!"

"So what?!" Henselt shouted inarticulately. "I am the king! The king! God has given me the right to rule all the people in Kaedwen, those elves and dwarves. I don't want them to be my subjects.

They can't be! If I want to kill Targaryen, he must die!"

He Shenyan stepped forward and signaled the demon hunter to put the king down.

"So, Your Majesty the King." His smile was still warm. "Is an eight-year-old child included in your 'must die' list?"

Geralt saw that Henselt's eyes finally changed.

"What are you talking about?"

"a child."

The mage recited like a poet reciting an aria in a tavern: "An eight-year-old child died in a forest with heavy humidity and coldness. He died from the arrows of the Kaedwen army stolen by the Scoia'tael.

, died under the hatred and massacre of the inhuman race. What a perfect script, isn’t it?”

He snapped his fingers, and an illusory map ignited from the air. He pointed at the border line of Kaedwen on the map and said: "You drove the Scoia'tael to the border line of the Upper Aden Valley. You secretly sent

A group of people fund them with weapons, and you secretly send a group of people to kill those country bumpkins who you think are useless and can't even pay taxes."

"Then next year, or the year after that, you will hear a report from a minister at a regular meeting in the palace. He will say that the Scoia'tael have the support of the Aedirn people. Hatred breaks out again, hatred

Transfer again, and you will take revenge on Aedirn in the name of those killed by the Scoia'tael, giving you a legitimate reason to raise an army."

"I...I don't understand what you are talking about."

Henselt stuttered, his demeanor in questioning the witcher fluently just now was gone, and He Shenyan could sense that his mood was quickly changing into embarrassment and anger after the conspiracy was revealed.

"Are you confused as to why I know everything?"

"Are you cursing your court mage? Why hasn't he come to rescue you yet?"

"Do you think... the guards will notice something is wrong?"

"Let me answer them one by one."

He Shenyan raised her index finger: "The reason why I know everything is because I read your mind the moment I entered your bedroom. I know everything you have done. I even know that you just had sex this morning.

Get a valet, you old pervert."

Henselt's face turned blue and white.

"The reason your court mage didn't come to rescue you is because I sent him a warning from a long way away. Tell him to get away if he doesn't want to die. Your mage ran away through the portal half an hour ago.

."

"I paid him—"

Henselt originally wanted to roar, but when he saw He Shenyan's calm face, his voice became lower and lower. It almost turned into a murmur: "——Money."

"Yeah, money. Is that what you want? Money?"

The mage almost sighed and said: "The guards can't notice anything is wrong because everyone except you can't bear it in their hearts. They are being haunted by the nightmare of the past, and this nightmare was created by your own hands."

"Have you ever thought about this when you ordered the massacre of those innocent people? They have been living with humans in High Rock City for so long under the rule of your family, and their cultures have blended with each other and have long been indistinguishable.

You and I are at odds. You cited so many shortcomings of other races, but you didn’t mention the shortcomings of humans.”

He Shenyan raised his right hand, and the flame ignited again, illuminating his face and Henselt's extremely pale face: "I'll tell you, His Majesty the King."

"It seems to me that human beings have only one flaw."

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May, Novigrad.

"Extra number, extra number!"

A newsboy ran across the street holding the newspaper in his hand. An elf stopped him and asked, "Is there anything new in the north?"

The newsboy's face was excited. He smiled and took out a roll of newspapers and put it in the elf's hand. He took a few coins from his palm, bowed and said, "King Henselt is dead!"

"What?!"

The elf was shocked and quickly stopped the newsboy who was about to run away: "You didn't lie to me?"

"Oh, wouldn't you know it by reading the newspaper? What's the benefit of me lying to you?"

After saying that, he ran away like a gust of wind. The elf picked up the newspaper, and on the front page was a line of bold cursive characters: "King Kaedwen, successor of the Unicorn Dynasty, King of Ad Kalai

, His Majesty Henselt, the Grand Duke of Ben Ad, has been confirmed to have passed away!"

"The murderer is suspected to be the famous demon hunter, the 'White Wolf', the 'White-Headed Knight' who became famous more than ten years ago, Geralt of Rivia. With him is a guest from Cintra, a

The mysterious black-robed mage."

"On the day of the incident, all the guards in the palace fell into a horrific nightmare. Many of them are even now receiving shelter in the temple of the goddess Meliteli. This newspaper was fortunate enough to interview one of them. He called himself Lira

Er, the following is his account."

The elf watched intently, not missing a line.

"I saw the dwarf who died in the Massacre at High Rock walking from directly opposite the palace. His intestines were exposed, his eyes were dark, and his beard was covered with maggots. He walked up to me, and I knelt down.

, and began to pray to the goddess Meriteri. Because I knew that he recognized me. I was at the scene when he died."

"Before the massacre, I often went to his pub to drink. I knew him well. I think this is why he came to me."

"I knelt on the ground for a long time before I raised my head. He had disappeared. Behind me, a demon hunter and an oriental man in black robe were walking out of the door. I also heard the mage say..."

The elf cursed. The printer obviously had some problems and did not put the exciting parts on the same page. He turned over the page with a curse and saw the next line that made his blood pressure rise: "Unfortunately, the Lilar guard stopped talking here.

The hysteria recurred again, and according to one of the goddess's nuns, it was self-condemnation caused by an uneasy conscience."

"This newspaper does not agree with the views of the mammies, but our reporter, Mr. Norit An Istar Tripuila, heard the Lilar guards under the brooms raised by the mamas.

The last words.”

"He said--"

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"-Stoking hatred does no one any good."

Geralt was sitting in the middle of the tavern, wearing a cloak. He was smacking his lips, savoring these words.

"Have you had enough?"

He Shenyan raised his head from his book and glanced at Geralt: "It's been a month. Do you need to keep reading these words?"

"Your sentence has the potential to become one of the many ancient sayings. Of course I have to keep savoring it." The demon hunter raised his glass seriously and took a sip. "It seems that reading more books is indeed beneficial, so I can only say something like this.

'It's useless for a prostitute to find another prostitute', as the saying goes."

"Your sentence is much better than mine."

The mage couldn't help but laugh. The witcher's cold humor always made him laugh out loud sometimes. He also picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Now, they were in Vengerberg.

This is the capital of the Kingdom of Aedirn, one of the richest and most populous metropolises in the Northern Kingdom. As a trading center, Vengerberg is located at the intersection of many long-distance trade routes and also has developed industry and higher education.

mechanism.

The above are all official statements. In fact, in He Shenyan's opinion, the biggest difference between this place and Kaedwen is only one.

- They no longer have to walk down the street and hear dozens of curse words in five minutes.

Geralt couldn't stand the stuffy atmosphere in the tavern. He took off his cloak, took a sip of wine, and complained again: "Get me a spell like yours that can hide your face. Hey, I can't stand it.

This damn cloak is gone, and we’re not wanted, so why do we keep hiding our identities?”

"Don't put the blame on me. You decided to hide your identity half a month ago. If you ask me, you might as well blame your hair. There are so many demon hunters in the world, but Bai Bai

But you were the only one who did it. It’s no wonder that people are rumoring that you were the one who killed Henselt.”

"Besides." He Shenyan took another sip of wine. "I think the people in Aden do like you, a murderer. Don't they?"

"yes."

The demon hunter nodded expressionlessly: "I love it so much. Even when I went to take a shower, a dozen girls volunteered to rub my back. They even tore down the door to my private room."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"Not good at all!" Geralt said through gritted teeth. "I told you, I have changed. Now I am clean and self-sufficient and will never mess around outside. Just watch if you don't believe me.

"

"I see you are out of money, life member of the Love and Flowers brothel in Novigrad."

"They didn't ask me for money."

"How did you know?"

"I——!" Geralt was speechless for a moment and turned his head away angrily, only to find a man sitting in the corner staring at him.

His expression gradually became serious.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

I came back a little late, and with the problem of tendinitis, it's now.

sorry

Will update again tomorrow, today is 9k.