Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt looked at the man, his beastly eyes reflecting the dim light in the tavern.

He could smell the malty aroma of beer, as well as the enticing aroma emitted by the mixture of barbecue and other dishes. He heard the heavy sound of wooden beer glasses clinking against each other, people talking and laughing loudly, and several people from

A businessman from afar was jumping on the table and singing a vulgar song. The content was obscene, but it made people laugh.

Amidst all these factors, the witcher placed his hand on the sword behind his back.

"It's probably not a good idea to have blood visible here, Geralt."

He Shenyan, who had been looking down at the book, suddenly said. He calmly turned the page of the book and admired the folklore stories on it. Geralt put his hands down, and his hands returned to the table again, instead of the deadly steel behind him.

sword. But his eyes were still looking at the man.

"So, would you mind introducing me to the man over there who's been looking at you?"

"An old acquaintance."

Geralt raised his glass and pointed it at the man. He rarely showed such obvious hostility to others. The other man also raised his glass and drank the local specialty malt beer of Vengerberg with him.

It tastes good, but the witcher's heart is filled with murderous intent.

He turned around and said to the mage: "That guy's nickname is 'Blade Cat', and he only calls himself by this name. He is a mercenary and a scumbag with no bottom line."

"oh?"

Geralt calmly began to narrate.

"It was 1231. I was traveling in Temeria, trying to earn some money to spend. I was riding a horse, trying to find a village to receive some commissions. The world at that time was far less peaceful than it is now, and there were troublesome people near every village.

The monster survives. It also gives me the opportunity to make money.”

"And there was a murder in the village I went to, and this bastard..."

He raised his finger and pointed at the guy named Blade Cat, who grinned as if he was enjoying Geralt's hostility towards him.

"...He was the murderer. He killed a family of four. He wandered into this village and took jobs in the tavern. A farmer in the village had some trouble with the husband of that family, and he got drunk.

, happened to meet the blade cat bragging in the tavern that he could help anyone and settle anything. So the farmer ran over and said to him like an idiot——"

"——Sir, I'll give you fifty dollars to help me teach that bastard a lesson."

"That's what he said, I remember it very clearly. Then I went to that family, and I killed the youngest daughter first, then their son, then the wife, and finally the husband. In fact, I didn't need anyone.

Kill. But it would be more interesting this way, what do you think, Witcher? It’s such a small thing, I’m sorry you can remember it until now.”

Blade Cat walked to the table, looked at the demon hunter with a smile and said these words. He pulled a chair and sat down, nodded to He Shenyan, and even used the Elvish language: "Noble Sir

, why do you want to hang out with this demon hunter who is even lower than a water ghost?"

"I understand Elvish, Blade Cat." Geralt said calmly. "You'd better keep your mouth clean, otherwise I wouldn't mind killing you here."

"I don't doubt your ability, Geralt."

The blade cat smiled, spread his hands, reached out to pick up Geralt's wine glass, and drank it bit by bit.

Then, he put down the wine glass with a bang, wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and said to Geralt in a soft voice: "But, because we are old friends, I have to give you a hint. I

Currently working for a local councilor in Vengerberg.”

"You should know what this means, right? Demon hunter?" His smile became more unbridled. "So if you don't want to be hunted down by the army, don't do anything to me. In fact, I'm not here at all.

Looking for you."

Blade Cat turned its head and said to He Shenyan, who was still looking down at his book: "Sir, someone wants to see you."

He Shenyan finally raised his head from the book, and this was the first time that the blade cat looked directly into his eyes. At the first glance, he knew that he had done something stupid.

Three minutes later, he stumbled out of the tavern door. Blood began to ooze from his mouth and nose, and his vision was blurred.

"What did you do to him?" asked the witcher.

"A little thing." The Master replied with a smile and continued to read with his head down.

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The evening in Wengerburg is unlike other cities. It can be lively from morning to evening. There are many malt workshops and breweries in the local area, which means that the people of Wengerburg have no time to drink wine all year round.

They drink in the morning, at noon, and in the evening, even when doing errands. They even drink to the extent that outsiders think that the people from Wengerburg will hold a glass of beer in their hands even when they go to the toilet.

——Actually, this is a kind of stereotype. The people of Vengerberg do like to drink, which is true, but it does not mean that they will drink without restraint. The main belief here is the goddess Meriteri.

Geralt and He Shenyan were walking on the streets of Vengerburg. They had booked a hotel early, but it was still early and they decided to take a look around.

The person who made this proposal was Geralt. After leaving High Rock City, they spent a month traveling through the forests and countryside. The witcher had to admit one thing, he missed the civilized atmosphere in the city very much.

In such a mood, the crowds on the street and the shouting vendors, stall owners and charlatans on both sides of the street became more friendly.

“Fresh grilled fish! It was just delivered at noon today!”

"The magical ointment, made by the famous mage Fantero III, can cure all kinds of spots and abscesses. Madam, sir, if you are not confident about your appearance, please try our ointment!"

"Cats are for sale! Magic civets, mouse cats, all kinds of cats! Ladies and gentlemen, come and listen to their calls!"

"Amulet! Elixir! Love potion, it will ensure your ecstasy! As long as you take a sip, even the dead can pierce through the coffin board with great energy! Who wants to buy it?"

"Tooth extraction! Almost painless! Cheap, very cheap!"

Geralt stopped. The grilled fish, ointment, magic civet cat, amulet and love potion didn't attract his attention, but this 'painless tooth extraction' made him stop.

The witcher asked the stall owner curiously: "You said cheap? What do you mean?"

The bald man waved a pair of pliers in his hand and loudly replied: "Two copper coins an hour!"

"..."

Geralt shivered and quickly walked away. From the corner of his eye, he kept looking behind him and the mage. There, there were two sneaky men who had been following them since they left the tavern.

.

"I don't know if you noticed, but there are two people following us."

The mage who was observing the street vendors said casually: "Go a little further and turn left and there is an alley, Geralt. We can ask these two gentlemen there what they want to do. Hmm...

..I’m still on vacation.”

He opened his palms like a magic trick, and five copper coins were neatly placed in the middle of his palms. The mage handed them to the vendor and took back three skewers of grilled squid that were full of charred aroma.

Fifteen minutes later, they brought the two sweaty men crowded in the crowd to the end of the alley.

"boom!"

Geralt punched one of them in the face, and he controlled his power accurately. Just enough to make him bleed a little, painful, but not seriously injured. This is a summary of many tavern fights.

Out of experience.

He threw the guy to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. He turned around and picked up another man who was limp on the ground because of He Shenyan's spell. Without saying a word, he slapped him twice on the face. He hit him hard.

Extremely heavy and crackling.

"Okay, now we can start talking."

Geralt nodded to him, reached out from the man's waist and took out two throwing knives, a dagger, and a small poison bottle. He opened the poison bottle and placed it under the man's nose.

There is no emotion at all: "Who sent you?"

The guy stubbornly closed his mouth and refused to speak. His forehead was covered with sweat, and his legs were shaking because of fear, but his expression showed that he was very courageous.

Seeing this scene, Geralt suddenly felt an urge to laugh. He let go of his hand and threw the poison bottle on the wall nearby. The glass shattered and black liquid splashed out. Maybe it took a few hours.

Later, a wild cat will come over and lick the marks curiously, and then be poisoned to death in the alley.

"It seems I can't ask anything else."

He turned his head and shrugged at He Shenyan: "If you want to use my method, then my shirt will have to be stained with blood again. He, do you mind if you use something simple and don't make me look like a thug?

How to keep beating them?"

He Shenyan didn't have time to answer Geralt at the first moment - he was still eating the squid. It had been fifteen minutes, but he still hadn't finished the three skewers of squid, which showed how generous the portions of the vendor were.

He swallowed what was in his mouth and then answered: "I have a question, why didn't you ask the guy you punched in the face in the first place?"

"I wanted to scare the monkeys, so I just slapped this guy twice, but he seemed much more stubborn than the first one."

Geralt shook his head and retreated behind the mage, preparing to watch his performance - he would not say it out loud, but the witcher actually knew that he liked to watch the mage break down other people's psychological defenses one by one.

However, He Shenyan did not give him the scene he wanted to see. He just glanced at the guy who was slapped twice by Geralt, and suddenly spit out a name: "Congressman Olverson, am I right?

"

Ignoring the guy's stunned expression, He Shenyan shook his head, took another bite of squid, and said incoherently: "He wanted to invite me to have a talk with this demon hunter, but actually he didn't

Wanting to trade us with Kaedwen, well...for a city councilman, his plan is pretty clever."

"It's a pity that he thinks of me as the kind of mage who needs to recite spells."

He Shenyan smiled, snapped his fingers, and the two men lying on the ground floated up and flew out of the alley. They heard the mage's cheerful voice: "Tell Congressman Olverson that I will be here soon."

Go visit him."