Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt stood on the side of the door and slowly raised his hand.

This is a wooden door - to be precise, it is a rather dilapidated wooden door. There are many marks left by time on it, and there are two deep gaps. The demon hunter can imagine the people inside the house being beaten in the cold wind.

The wind made me tremble. However, the door was still very strong.

At least for now.

He knocked on the door, and a man's impatient voice came from inside: "Who is it? Damn it, Goddess Melitelli's ass is up, it's morning now!"

The man walked in cursing, and Geralt patiently counted his steps. His extraordinary hearing allowed him to do this, and at the same time, his hand was already on the short knife at his waist.

Three, two, one.

The door is opened.

Geralt reached out his hand like lightning, pulled the man out of the house, pressed him hard against the stone wall, put a short knife to his throat, and covered his mouth with his left hand.

"You should know what to do, right?" Geralt asked in a low voice.

The man's eyes widened in horror and he nodded repeatedly. Then, he saw an oriental man walking slowly from behind the cat-eyed monster. The man glanced at him and smiled.

"Geralt, he calls you a cat-eyed freak in his heart."

"Really?" The demon hunter nodded. "It's okay. We'll have plenty of time to deal with him later."

He put away the dagger, released his left hand, pressed it on his neck, and then patted the man's cheek with the blade. The coldness made him almost wet his pants. Geralt asked calmly and clearly: "

Your name is Shirlo, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"Very well, your mother paid us to find you."

"why no?"

The man almost thought he heard wrongly. He looked at Geralt and then at He Shenyan, his face full of disbelief: "What are you two talking about? My mother died three years ago!

"

"I know, you heard it right, actually, Shirlo..."

A smile appeared on Geralt's face. He released his hand from Shiloh's neck and continued, "It is indeed your dead mother who found us."

"What the hell are you talking about - ho, ho..."

Shirlo couldn't continue in the middle of his dirty words. His legs and feet were weak and he slowly slid down the wall. He let out a short and rapid breath from his throat, as if someone had strangled his throat. But

In fact, no one does this.

Geralt stepped aside slightly, and a chill came from behind him. Then, he felt a great sadness and endless anger. At this time, he knew clearly that the night spirit had arrived.

"Wish you a happy revenge, madam." He heard the mage say.

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The bonfire burns slowly.

The demon hunter no longer looked like before. He sat tiredly in front of the fire, stirring his bowl with a spoon, trying to make the soup cooler. He Shenyan sat on the other side, holding a spoon in his hand.

He was eating a piece of bread and still reading a book. He was reading a geographical magazine, compiled by a dwarf, and the writing was very interesting.

"I still don't understand, He, how could such a thing happen." The demon hunter spoke with a blank look. "The dead mother asked us to take her to find her son... This is the first time I have violated myself.

The principle is to watch monsters kill people."

"The monster didn't kill the person, the monster was the one who was killed."

He Shenyan put down the book, took his bowl that was placed near the fire, dipped the bread in, and sucked up the soup. He took a big bite, narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, and then continued to speak.

"Do you think he has faith, Geralt?"

"What?"

The mage repeated: "Do you think that man, the one named Shirlo--does he have faith?"

"I'm not sure. He did call the goddess Meriteri by her name, but he also called a certain part of her body. Goddess forgive me."

"In most cases, having faith is a good thing." He Shenyan told him slowly. "In the countryside, city laws do not apply. On the contrary, faith can restrain people's behavior, such as not stealing,

No killing, no bullying...etc."

"However, there are also some things that people inherently know without religious instruction. For example, you don't need anyone to tell you that killing your mother is wrong."

He Shenyan took out the spoon from the bowl and pointed in the direction they came from: "Look, that man knew it was wrong to kill his mother, but he still did it. This proves that faith has no restraint on him.

He lives in such an environment that even his faith can't do anything to him, let alone the law."

"Do you think a witcher like you goes to a judge and the judge will believe you? Tell him: My lord, a sensible night spirit told me that she was stoned to death by her own son and she wanted revenge.

, so I took her to her son’s home...Who would believe it?”

He Shenyan picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one breath. He put the wooden bowl down, put the spoon back in the bowl, looked at the demon hunter's silent expression, and sighed.

It was July, and they had left Vengerberg for more than two months. The weather was getting hotter, even more so as they headed south. And Geralt's mood began to become more and more strange,

He is often silent, often sighs, and sometimes even stays in a daze for a long time because of some things.

He has something on his mind - of course, it would be strange not to have this kind of behavior, but the question is, where did he have something on his mind?

"Okay, Geralt, I think we need to talk. From a friend's point of view, I think I need to ask you, where did you go on the last night we left Vengerberg?"

"......What?"

The demon hunter raised his head, his eyes dull: "What did you say? Sorry, He, I didn't hear clearly just now."

"Come on, you just don't want to say it."

He Shenyan exposed his lies in a few words, took out the facts and threw them on the ground: "As far as I know, there is a very famous shop in Vengerberg. The famous sorceress, your old lover

Yennefer is the owner of the shop. The shop sells magic creams and various high-end cosmetics, and is quite famous among local ladies."

"..." Geralt nodded reluctantly.

"Do you want me to continue? There are certain things that may not sound good if I say them, Geralt."

"All right."

Geralt sighed: "Your guess is right. I went to find her that night, that's right."

"And I didn't come back until the next afternoon."

"...That's true, but it's not my problem. As soon as she sees me... she..."

Geralt's tongue began to tangle, and it took him a while to say the complete story.

That night, he planned to go out to a lower-class pub to drink. The "low-class" here meant that the waitresses would wear low-cut clothes and short skirts.

Although the witcher couldn't eat, he could at least watch it. This was also one of his little hobbies. If he hadn't run to the door of his old lover's shop in a daze, then he should have returned to the hotel early the next morning.

It's a pity that he is obsessed with it.

Geralt came to the door of Yennefer's shop inexplicably. At 7:30 in the evening, she still hadn't closed the door. I don't know if it was fate. Geralt raised his head and glanced at the second floor of the store. At this time, Yennefer

Fa happened to poke his head out of the window.

The two looked at each other, and their eyes collided, as if lightning burst out.

What happened next got out of hand and the sorceress ran downstairs within a minute without even wearing a boot.

She eagerly invited the witcher to sit in the house, and then closed the door. The two had a big quarrel inside, and in the excitement, Geralt even accidentally smashed a glass counter, letting the delicately decorated

The expensive liquid in the glass bottle was scattered all over the floor.

But Yennefer was not angry. According to Geralt's description, "She looked at the things on the ground with those eyes, then looked at me, and suddenly laughed. I don't know why she laughed. I was very sad."

Angry, so I asked: Are you crazy?'

'She winked at me, laughed and cried, and said yes, otherwise I wouldn't have wanted to kiss you.'

He Shenyan began to regret why he started this topic halfway through. He had no intention of getting involved in Yennefer and Geralt's relationship. This was a bad debt that could not be cleared away.

You know, most sorceresses are models of promiscuity - some people may think the author is insulting women by saying this, but in fact... it's true.

However, Geralt is not much better, rather worse. These two people are a match made in heaven. One is a pile driver, the other is a pile driver, and both are sterile. It is really destined to be together.

"Hey, what's that look on your face?" Geralt asked unhappily.

"No, I just feel worthless for that red-haired lady. What's her name? Triss, right? Oh, Geralt. You are really..." He Shenyan shrugged

He shrugged. "Way-hearted."

"That's a word for a woman!"

"You look just like a teenage girl who was dumped by her first love."

Geralt wisely kept his mouth shut. He knew that he would never be able to defeat the mage in a verbal battle, and he also knew how... pathetic his performance along the way was.

So he said nothing, just finished the soup and got ready to go to bed. Unfortunately, today, he was not lucky.

A thin, middle-aged man walked out of the woods, panting, with gray hair, an aristocratic hooked nose and a pale face. He looked a bit like a tax collector in a bank.

"Uh, you two."

He walked up to them out of breath, keeping a polite and safe distance, holding the strap of his satchel tightly with both hands, as if he could protect himself. "Excuse me, I want to borrow your help."

Can we have our fire?"

"There is nothing you can't do."

Geralt looked at He Shenyan in surprise, who answered in advance. He instinctively felt something was wrong. You know, the mage basically didn't talk to outsiders along the way. He was allergic to chatting with strangers, but at this moment he didn't.

Act like a warm-hearted person.

"We are all travelers. If we don't help each other, we can't get out of the forest. What do you think? Come and sit."

He Shenyan waved to him with a friendly smile, and even asked thoughtfully: "Have you eaten? Do you need food?"

"Uh, I'm not hungry, to be honest."

The middle-aged man answered honestly, and then approached the bonfire. At this time, Geralt smelled the strong aroma of herbs on his body. Out of professional instinct, he immediately began to doubt the man's profession. And the man obviously knew it.

How to dispel this, he immediately began to introduce himself.

"Gentlemen, my name is Emile Regis and I am a barber."

"The barber doesn't have such a strong herbal smell." Geralt said. "I am a demon hunter, as you can see. Just call me Geralt. The one next to you is a mage. His name is He Shen.

The name may be a bit difficult to pronounce, so——"

"——Just call me He, Mr. Regis." He Shenyan took over the conversation with a smile.

Geralt noticed that when he mentioned the word mage, Regis's eyes became very complicated for a moment.

"Because I sometimes work part-time as an herbalist. I don't have any other jobs these days. I can't survive just doing my job."

Regis explained while taking out a bottle of wine from his satchel. Geralt also heard other clinking sounds. There must be many bottles and cans in his satchel.

"Gentlemen, do you want to drink? This is a bottle of Everose, and I think it would be a perfect thank you for allowing me to borrow the campfire."

"That is a very expensive bottle of wine, Mr. Regis." Geralt said with surprise.

However, as a senior alcoholic...how could he refuse?

Three minutes later, he sighed, this time with satisfaction, because the Everose wine was really delicious.

The same was true for He Shenyan. He swung the wine in his glass and asked Regis casually: "So, Mr. Regis. What makes you, a barber and part-time herbalist, come to a barber late at night?"

Where do people appear in the forest?"

Hearing this, Regis showed an embarrassed smile.

"I'm a herbalist, that's true, but I sometimes get drunk and give people medicine."

He said slowly: "...for this reason, I was kicked out by a local village. Because the village chief's daughter had a cold, but I gave her some constipation medicine.

.That night, she sprayed all over the house."

Geralt almost laughed.

"As you can see." He shrugged. "I have nowhere to go and I got lost in the forest. If I hadn't met you two kind gentlemen, I'd probably be eaten by wolves now."

"Well, a wonderful story, full of humor and self-deprecation." He Shenyan raised his wine glass and took a sip. "It's a pity that you are a vampire, Mr. Regis."

After he finished speaking, Geralt dropped the wine glass and stood up suddenly, his hand almost touching the hilt of the silver sword.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Regis, finally writing about you.