Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

When he returned to the "Big Barrel Drinking", Geralt was surprised to find that there was an extra person inside, and he happened to know this person.

"What?" Geralt put down the wine in his arms. "Why are you here?"

"So this gentleman really knows you?" the female elf Fanny interjected. She stared at the mage in fascination, almost writing a few words on her face. "Well... that's great,

It just so happens that we have some wine."

Jonathan brought a pot of stew, which was the work of him and Fanny working in the kitchen. The four people had a clear division of labor, two of them stole the wine, and two of them cooked.

He smelled the sound of the stew and showed a satisfied smile: "It would be better if there were more people. I'm not used to this place not being lively. What's more, this gentleman knows how to taste wine at a glance. He can't even walk

They are all so stylish. I must have the same taste in wine.”

"Stop talking so much! Drink! Drink! Well-preserved 1236 Beauclair Blanc, everyone, start enjoying it!"

Zoltan extinguished most of the candles except for one, closed the curtains, blocked the door with a few chairs, and then whispered: "From now on, we will keep our voices down. God knows what those guards will do."

I won’t come looking for you, so be careful and just pretend that we are already asleep.”

He couldn't wait to open a bottle of Beauclair white wine, and the dwarf's thick fingers pulled the cork out of the bottle. The rich and fresh aroma immediately filled the room, and even He Shenyan couldn't help but smile.

It's really good wine.

Geralt sat next to him, followed Zoltan's instructions, and asked the mage softly: "How did you find this place?"

"I saw you two gentlemen holding wine in your arms being chased by guards on the road. Out of curiosity, I predicted what would happen tonight. There is good wine, how could I miss it?"

"Oh, so you watched the whole thing then, why didn't you help us out?"

Geralt curled his lips and asked.

His words made Zoltan pat him on the shoulder, and the dwarf said seriously: "This gentleman is gentle and gentle. Can you help us? He may not be able to outrun those guards."

"Yes, Geralt, I am indeed a gentle scholar with a weak hand. Your demands on me are too high." He Shenyan smiled and echoed the dwarf's words.

This made the witcher speechless and turned his head away - polite? Unable to restrain a chicken? Come on!

The mage stretched out his hand with a smile, shook hands with the dwarf, and introduced each other: "He Shenyan, a scholar."

"Zoltan Ziva! Just call me Zoltan. Well, not bad, not bad. Although you look gentle, your handshake is quite strong!"

The dwarf bent his waist and nodded to him. Fanny took Beauclair white wine and filled a glass for everyone, and He Shenyan asked for more.

Under the illumination of the only candle, they raised their goblets, amidst the aroma of stew and wine, and said in unison: "Cheers!"

The drunkards quickly drank the bottle, then the second, then the third - as in all carnivals, once the wine was consumed, it continued until it was finished, as

All crazy stories, once they start, it's hard to end.

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Geralt woke up with a splitting headache.

.......what's the situation?

The first thing he smelled was a stench that was so despairing and mixed with sourness. The smell made him vomit instantly. It wasn't until he got up that he realized how dirty he was.

.

"Goddess Meriteri!" Geralt said loudly. "Oh my God!"

I don’t blame him for his reaction. Anyone who wakes up with a hangover and finds himself in the sewers of Vizima full of garbage and feces will probably be like this, or even more exaggerated. The only thing worth celebrating may be one thing——

He was in the sewer aisle. Although it was dirty, at least there was no feces.

Geralt breathed carefully, not letting himself inhale too much of the stench of feces. He frowned and began to think hard - what did I do last night?

Some fragments of memory emerged from the depths of my mind.

Tavern...drinking, He, Zoltan's joke, Fanny was the first to fall, she tried to fall on He, then Jonathan.

And after that?

Geralt groaned, and his temples throbbed. He suppressed the urge to vomit and continued to think hard - Zoltan said that Vizima's sewers were not peaceful recently, and said that you, Geralt, are not a witcher? Why are we?

Why don't you go in together and kill those monsters?

He still remembered that he was slapping his chest and shouting in response. Even the always calm He seemed a little drunk. Not only did he not stop the two of them from their stupid plan, he even snapped his fingers and put Geralt in the hotel.

The silver sword was teleported over.

...The goddess is on top.

Geralt shuddered and looked around, unable to remember what happened next. He started walking along the sewer, trying to find an exit, but unexpectedly found his silver sword not far away, and what happened next.

A Zoltan who was sleeping soundly on a rotten sofa that came from nowhere.

He picked up the silver sword first - fine, no problem. It was even clean, no stains at all. As for Zoltan, his beard was covered in vomit, and the combination of alcohol and stench turned him into a

A sleeping stink bomb. His snoring was loud.

"Zoltan? Zoltan? Hey! Wake up, Zoltan!"

After shouting several times, the dwarf finally woke up. But he was still not fully awake. He sat sleepily on the rotten sofa, and the first words out of his mouth were breathtaking: "Why does it fucking stink so much?"

,Geralt? Did the pterodactyl fart here?"

He pondered for a while. Geralt thought he wanted to say something, but Zoltan opened his mouth and vomited. The vomit drew a long arc in the air and accurately hit the stream running in the middle of the aisles on both sides.

Endless sewage.

Well, at least he's pretty accurate.

Geralt turned his head, and Zoltan finally woke up a little. He wiped his mouth, looked at the surrounding environment, and then at Geralt holding the silver sword, and suddenly said: "We did something stupid again, right?"

Bar?"

"right."

"Damn it, where is that Mr. Scholar?"

Zoltan seemed not to remember He Shenyan snapping his fingers to deliver the silver sword, and regarded him as a gentle scholar. He said worriedly: "He is not as capable of self-preservation as the two of us. I mean sewer

It’s true that there are monsters in there. Many people who have gone missing recently were found in the sewers, their bodies chewed to pieces.”

"Move, witcher!"

The dwarf jumped off the sofa and led the way. He broke off a sofa leg and used it as a weapon. He shouted loudly: "I can't let anything happen to the friend I just met! Damn it, we must find him!"

Zoltan may be the most chivalrous dwarf Geralt knows. Everyone said that dwarves would hang for their friends. Geralt felt that Zoltan would not only do this, but he might also be willing to die twice. Even so.

The same goes for new friends.

They started shouting He Shenyan's name in the smelly sewers. For two full hours, the two of them searched for him with sweating profusely, but they couldn't find him. Now, even Geralt began to worry.

——Hell, He is indeed a powerful mage. But what if he is too drunk to cast spells? Didn’t he say that he is still recovering his strength...

Geralt knew that Zoltan's words were true. Along the way, he had discovered many suspicious signs. According to speculation, he felt that a large carnivorous monster probably lived here.

"My beard is on top." Zoltan said dejectedly. "We may have killed him."

When he raised his head again, his eyes were filled with tears: "You shouldn't have stolen the wine! It's all my fault! Oh, Zoltan, look what you've done!"

The dwarf cursed himself loudly: "Don't blame the city government for telling you to stop drinking! Drinking is not good! Oh my God, I killed the friend I just met!"

"Don't think so, Zoltan, He is a mage, he will be fine." Geralt comforted him while turning around a corridor.

Vizima's sewers were built directly on the ruins of the ancient elven city. Not much was left, but it was still functioning well. Sewage and stench surrounded them, but Geralt unexpectedly discovered a new passage.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he walked in. The Igni sigil lit the torch on the wall, illuminating the darkness here. The witcher's keen hearing detected the sound of even breathing coming from the depths of the corridor——

is it him?

He walked in carefully, while Zoltan was still sighing behind him, saying that a drunken mage could not cast spells. As a result, when they reached the end of the passage, both of them were stunned.

He Shenyan is sleeping.

To be precise, he was sleeping on the huge corpses of three bat-winged demons. They were torn apart by him, with blood and minced meat everywhere. There were also corpses left by some victims scattered around.

, and the mage was sleeping soundly above the corpses of the three bat-winged demons. His robes were spotless, only his hands were stained with blood.

"The Lord Mahakam..." Zoltan said dumbfounded. "He-he...he?"

"He's fine, Zoltan." Geralt sat down weakly on the ground and laughed. "Fortunately, he's fine, phew."

"How did he do it?" Zoltan asked in confusion. He seemed to be trying to find a reasonable answer, while Geralt was much more relaxed than him.

He waved his hand and signaled Zoltan to relax: "How can you do many things, Zoltan, I think tearing apart three-headed bat-winged demons with your bare hands while drunk is one of them... Hmm

, I think I need to stop drinking for a while.”

"What do you think?"

The dwarf nodded and murmured to himself: "Damn it, I'll never drink again."

...

...

That's weird.

Three days later, they drank all night again.