Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Don't worry, Geralt."

He Shenyan was still shaking the wine glass, and the red liquid of Everose wine was swaying in it, like some kind of red liquid. He slowly persuaded the witcher to sit down, and then made a gesture

, signaling Regis, who was sitting next to him, to calm down.

"Although this gentleman is a vampire, he has not sucked blood for a long time. Am I right, Mr. Regis?"

Regis's pale hands held the strap of his satchel tightly. As the owner of the bottle of Everose wine, he selflessly shared it without drinking a drop. At this moment, facing He

He just smiled awkwardly at the cautious question.

"Excuse me, Mr. He, I don't understand what you are talking about... vampires? Are you referring to the kind of stories -"

"——Okay, let's just think of vampires as creatures in the story."

The mage interrupted him, raised the wine glass high, and drank it all. His nonchalant expression actually calmed down Regis, who had been in a tense state just now. He relaxed his tense shoulders and suddenly

He sighed.

"...How did you find out?" The vampire smelling of herbs asked with a wry smile.

"A little personal method." He Shenyan replied with the same smile. "That's a good bottle of wine, Mr. Regis. So I won't ask more questions, such as why you are wandering alone in the wilderness."

"Like I said," Reggie spread his hands calmly. "I gave the village chief's daughter the wrong medicine... Well, to be honest, I felt that after she squirted,

The house smells worse than a pigsty."

...

The air at night is extremely cold, especially in the forest. The campfire and the physical fitness of the witcher can dispel part of the chill for Geralt. This chill has nothing to do with the climate or time. This is the case in the forest, although

Even so, he still smiled happily.

Geralt must admit one thing - this vampire named Regis is indeed a very humorous guy.

"...Yes, that's it."

The vampire waved his hands and made a gesture of fangs and claws: "In my long life, I have seen many women. Some are beautiful, some are ugly. Later I understood that appearance can be deceiving. For example

The wife of Oxenfurt's university professor, she is very beautiful, but her personality... Anyway, that professor came to me to buy medicine, and his face was covered in bruises."

"At first, I thought he had been beaten by someone - a gangster or something like that. But he said he was a university professor, and I thought there would be no gangsters who would dare to trouble a university professor in Oxenfurt.

So I asked, and he awkwardly told me that he was beaten by his wife."

"I was shocked."

Regis said seriously: "Although it is very common for a wife to hit her man, it usually does not happen to a university professor. My curiosity emerged, so that night, I secretly followed the man

Professor. He came home and took the elixir he bought from me to make his injury better. But as soon as he walked in, his wife hit him several times with a broom."

"The professor was very aggrieved and shouted: Why did you hit me again? I didn't get home past eight o'clock today!"

"His wife was even more aggrieved than him. While beating him with a broom, she shouted: You came back so late, I didn't even have dinner!"

"Frankly speaking, gentlemen, that lady is really beautiful. She has blue eyes, and she is even more beautiful when she cries. But the strength of her hands..." The vampire shuddered.

"I don't understand now why she beat her husband like that just because of such a trivial matter."

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The next day, Regis decided to join their trip. Geralt was surprised by his decision. He thought it was just a chance encounter, but the vampire had a different opinion.

"I am a high-level vampire, I believe both of you can see that. My life is indeed very long, even immortal. But I rarely meet like-minded people, especially those who can get along with me like you two gentlemen.

Isn’t there an old saying: One friend who I can chat with all night long is better than a dozen fair-weather friends.”

After learning that Geralt's destination for this trip was Vizima, the vampire seemed even more happy.

"I have an old friend there," he said. "A lady, although she has not completely given up her blood addiction like me, she does not kill anyone either."

"Is he also a high-level vampire?"

"Yes."

Geralt shuddered: "This may be the first time I feel that the words in those books in Kaer Mohan are wrong. What do you mean by 'the number of high-level vampires is very small'? Why do I feel that you are completely hidden among humans?"

"Actually, she and I should be considered special cases." Regis shrugged. "As for me, I prefer to wander around the countryside and occasionally live in the city for a while. She is different. She lives in Victoria.

Gemma has been running a brothel for more than a hundred years. Every ten years, it changes its appearance."

He Shenyan saw Geralt's eyes light up.

"Would you mind telling me about this...your friend's shop?" he asked impatiently.

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Another two months have passed, and the time they have spent on the road is unimaginable. This roughly explains why businessmen in this era would rather take such great risks and choose to do long-distance trade. There is no other reason than the real benefits.

It's too big.

Regis, a high-level vampire, obviously has a lot of savings in his hands. He basically doesn't spend much money, so he spent a hundred gold coins to pick a very good horse, which made Geralt jealous. In the past two months,

, Geralt has very few opportunities to accept commissions, the road is very peaceful, and the witcher is happy to be at ease.

They entered through the Ropemaker's Gate in Vizima. It was early afternoon, and the shops had already closed. Located in the south, Vizima's climate is quite hot, and people here would never leave their doors open in the afternoon of August.

Business. As for now, most of them are spending time in the tavern.

"Then, I'm going to catch up with old friends. Geralt, are you coming?" Regis pointed to the road leading to the trade area. "Her shop should be there, I remember it's called Night."

Room."

"No."

Unexpectedly, Geralt rejected his invitation. This made He Shenyan raise his head in surprise. He did not expect that Geralt actually chose to keep himself clean - of course, it may also be because

He was too tired...possibly?

He Shenyan looked at him suspiciously, which made the demon hunter quite unhappy.

"Don't look at me like that. Damn it, why do you two look so surprised?" He got off his horse and straightened his clothes, even his hair. "I told you, I've already

Quit! I will never go to a brothel again, just wait and see!"

Regis looked at him, then at the wizard, and suddenly asked: "I suddenly thought of a joke, He, do you want to hear it?"

"Of course, Regis, your sense of humor rivals mine."

"Ha, then, listen up."

Regis cleared his throat: "A witcher said he would never go to a brothel again... What do you think?"

He Shenyan raised the corners of his lips: "This is simply the best joke I have ever heard."

"Ha, ha, ha." Geralt stood on the ground expressionlessly and applauded them. "It's really funny. Okay, forgive me, gentlemen, I still have people to meet."

They watched him go away, and Regis asked: "What about you? What? Where are you going?"

"I have my own place to go, Regis. Don't worry." He Shenyan replied. "See you in a few days."

"See you in a few days."

They broke up and said goodbye to each other. He Shenyan raised his head and glanced at the sun hanging in the sky, and his mood suddenly became better. In fact, the decision to go to Vizima was not made in a short while;

He had discussed this with the witcher before traveling.

Geralt planned to come here to find Triss Merigold and meet his lover again, and they would be inseparable for a while. As for He Shenyan, he came here to find his apprentice.

Andrea.

As the daughter of an innkeeper, as the first apprentice of this irresponsible teacher in this world, He Shenyan felt that he still had to test her learning results.

He rode a horse and walked towards the temple area. The last time he came here was in 1250. Here he dealt with some things from the other world, got acquainted with Seyani, and was dragged to the bottom of the water by the lustful lake fairy.

He slept all night, while Geralt killed a monster possessed by a thing from the other world at Lebidaou Hospital here.

What a hard fight.

There are many poor people begging on the street. They are in ragged clothes, and some are even missing arms and legs. They are sallow and skinny, and are very dirty. The smell is lingering on the street. Even by the standards of the Middle Ages, this street is not considered a '

clean' category.

But what more can you ask for?

This is the temple area of ​​Vizima - dear readers, welcome here. Every corner here breeds beggars, sin and darkness, and is full of suspicious characters and poor people. You can find all kinds of people at the bottom of society here.

Entertainment projects, cockfighting, black boxing, casinos and even the most dangerous gladiatorial events.

If He Shenyan had to describe it, he felt that this place was a medieval version of Gotham without super-powered criminals.

Interesting, my apprentice, what are you doing here?

He rode through an intersection, and at the next intersection, there was a brand new building. It was the San Lepidao Hospital. It seemed that it had been rebuilt after the disaster.

The brand-new white exterior wall was spotless, which was basically impossible in such an environment. And He Shenyan smelled the magic in it. The method of casting the spell was not very clever, but it was extremely practical.

The caster is obviously a pragmatist. With the automatic magic circle, any stains will be converted into one of the energy consumed to maintain the magic circle.

The black-robed mage dismounted, and his black horse turned into a point of light and disappeared in an instant. In front of the hospital where people were coming and going, no one noticed this.

The crowd was still crowded and noisy with each other. Pregnant women with no money, beggars with missing teeth, poor people who were sick... They crowded into the square in front of the hospital, filling the place with water, and the pungent smells mixed together.

Soaring straight into the sky.

He Shenyan walked forward, and the crowd naturally separated around him. They didn't notice him, but instinctively felt in their minds that they wanted to avoid someone. The noise fell silent for a moment, and then started again. At this time, He Shenyan

Shen Yan has arrived at the front of the hospital.

The door was open, and the moans of many patients could be heard inside. Some nurses in white clothes and the priests of the goddess Meriteri were coming and going, with busy footsteps. He entered it quietly, looked up, and his figure was

It disappeared in an instant and reappeared, having arrived on the third floor of the hospital.

This seemed to be the intensive care unit area. The 'war situation' was more than twice as busy as in the lobby on the first floor. He could not see any walking nurses, only running ones. He Shenyan walked in the bright white corridor and listened carefully.

, heard the voice of his apprentice.

Her tone was not very ladylike.

"Listen, Captain Rupert, if you continue to show no care for your own body, then our cooperation will end here and break up! Do you understand? My mentor, I'm going to be so angry with you.

Dead! I told you not to patrol while injured half a month ago, why don’t you always listen?!”

Andrea sounded like she was screaming, she was really angry. And the Captain Rupert she was talking about answered her words in a submissive manner.

"Uh, dear Ms. Andrea, please don't get angry. There's nothing we can do. There are only so many local city guards, and there are only fifty people in the temple area. We have to take charge of such a large place, and injuries are inevitable.

....”

"Stop trying to frustrate me with such nonsense, Captain Rupert! Injured guards are patients, do you understand this? I don't care whether they are voluntary or forced. Anyone who is injured or has limited mobility will not be allowed to go again.

Patrol, understand what I say, Mr. Captain! Otherwise you will have to wait to pay next time!"

Captain Rupert spoke softly and kindly again, which managed to dissipate her anger. Then, He Shenyan heard the sound of high heels disappearing, and the captain's low sigh.

He turned silently through the corridor and came up behind him.

"Excuse me, Captain Rupert."

The guard captain was startled and turned around, looking at this strange and handsome oriental man with doubt on his face: "...Are you? Well, sir, you look like a mage. Then I'll just tell you

As I said, Ms. Andrea just kicked out a warlock who wanted to pursue her half a month ago, so you must not do anything irrational."

"Is there such a thing?" He Shenyan asked calmly. "Well...it's interesting, why don't we talk about what Ms. Andrea did in the hospital? Okay?"

A flash of blue light reflected in the green eyes of the guard captain, and his expression became stunned: "...Okay, okay."

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My hand is feeling better and I will resume updating the word count tomorrow.

If nothing else goes wrong, every day this month will basically be maintained at a minimum of 8k, with an unlimited number of updated words.

Let’s see how much I can code in a day.