Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt returned to the apartment in the evening in a state of despair. His body smelled so bad that the landlord on the first floor looked at him with disgust. Geralt heard her muttering behind him about how such a handsome gentleman could be with a mutant freak.

Stir together.

Originally, he was almost immune to such words. But this time, he was angry for some reason. He stood silently on the stairs to the third floor, the silver sword trembling slightly in the scabbard behind him, a sense of insecurity.

The resulting anger made him want to go back and question the landlord who knew nothing.

- But he didn't do that.

The witcher continued to go upstairs and opened the door. The mage still stayed on his sofa and read a book.

"how?"

"I failed." Geralt said numbly. "To be precise, I gave up - I won't do this commission."

"What are you talking about?" He Shenyan frowned and asked. "What happened in the sewer?"

"Good question, Ho."

He tore off his silver sword and armed belt and threw them all on the table in the front hall. Geralt pulled a chair and sat down, lowering his head and saying nothing else in his voice: "Can you do me a favor?"

Conjuring a ball of cold water or something... I want to wake myself up."

He Shenyan frowned. The local warlock could read minds, and he could do it even better. He could completely see every detail of Geralt's memories, but he would never do this to a friend.

So he just snapped his fingers, and a ball of cold water appeared from above Geralt's head and poured down, soaking him all over. The flowing water disappeared before it even touched the ground and the chair.

The demon hunter raised his head, his white hair falling smoothly against his forehead, and the emotion in the cat's eyes was very familiar to He Shenyan.

That's pain.

"call......"

Geralt exhaled a long breath. He leaned on the back of the chair, pursed his lips and asked: "That's right, Ho. Suppose there is a patient in front of you - she is dying, and she knows it.

But she doesn’t want treatment at all and even plans to give up her life. What will you do?”

"I personally think everyone has the right to choose."

He Shenyan thought for a while and replied: "So if she wants to die, then let her die. Of course, if this person is someone I am close to or familiar with, I will definitely not give up on myself just watching her."

life. It may seem hypocritical to say it, but I think most people will do it."

"Yes, but what if you don't know that person at all? The kind that you have no interaction with at all."

This time, He Shenyan didn't answer him.

"Tell me." He just looked at Geralt calmly. "What happened in the sewers?"

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"Who's there?!"

The woman's voice instantly changed from gentle to a harsh scream, and the corpse babies also screamed with her, almost shattering the demon hunter's eardrums. The silver sword was held in his hand, and Quen's seal was silent.

Activating with a sound, a shield was put on his leather armor.

Geralt walked out of the darkness, and a small flame appeared between the two fingers of his left hand, illuminating his face and making the corpse babies howl again. The woman looked at him warily, looking

He is sane and has no signs of going crazy.

"A witcher?" She stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Oh, I understand, you are here to kill my children and then bring them back for the bounty, right?"

"That was indeed the case just now."

Geralt readily admitted: "As for now, I am even more curious about you."

The woman smiled meanly and tilted her head back so much that the hair on her forehead spread out. Her dirty face was completely exposed to Geralt. At this time, he noticed that even

This woman's already thin cheeks are sunken and her cheekbones are prominent, but she still looks beautiful.

"What are you curious about? Why is a mad woman feeding corpse babies underground?" She sneered. "Stop meddling in other people's business, demon hunter. I advise you to go back now and return to normal people and civilized society.

"

"I won't go back until you tell me why you did it."

"Oh? Is this a threat?"

"No, it's just a statement." Geralt told her calmly. "You know what corpse babies are, but you still call them your children-"

"——They are my children!"

The woman suddenly screamed, and her face turned ferocious in an instant. The corpse babies on top of her screamed at the witcher, and some of them had already stuck out their long tongues.

She almost growled at Geralt: "Don't call them that word, them! Do you understand? Damn it, my children are not monsters!"

The more the woman talked, the more excited she became, but in the end she did not explode as he thought. Instead, she began to cry lowly, sobbing and kneeling on the ground. The corpse babies touched the woman with their foreheads to soothe her emotions.

.

After a while, the woman calmed down.

She raised her head, her dirty hair swaying in front of her eyes, and she stubbornly told Geralt: "They are my children."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Geralt decided not to use any words that might cause her to explode. He turned to another question: "Why do you feed them blood?"

"Because they want to eat!" The woman looked at Geralt in disbelief, as if he asked someone why he wanted to drink water. "What are you talking about?"

"Do you know how much damage this will do to your body?"

Geralt decided to tell the truth.

"The zombie babies don't just suck your blood, they also suck your life force. I don't know how long you have been doing this, but you must stop, otherwise you will die."

"My life is no different from my death."

The woman held a corpse baby in her arms. It looked at the unrelated mother with its eyes that had not yet opened. It was quiet and not noisy. The woman suddenly smiled, no longer as before.

With so much hostility towards the witcher, it seems that these 'children' can soothe all her pain.

"Leave, Witcher. Don't come to me again, just leave me alone." She said in a pleading tone. "At least I can still be with my children..."

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"That's it, Ho." Geralt took a bottle of beer and drank it in one gulp.

"I left, but I couldn't convince myself to turn a blind eye to what happened to that woman - what happened to make her like this? She knew she would die if she continued like this. Do I want to watch her die?"

"You know, Geralt. Maybe I don't like your ex-girlfriend Yennefer, but I have to agree with her evaluation of you."

He Shenyan smiled helplessly.

"You're always good at getting yourself into trouble."

He stood up and straightened the collar of his black robe: "Come on, let us find out about this matter."

"Check it out? How?"

"Of course using some magician methods."

He said calmly, stretched out his right hand, and a ball of light blue magic power was gradually gathering and forming on it. It gradually turned into a key. When it was completely formed, the mage threw the key to Geralt.

"What's this?"

"The Key of Memory. A little trick that allows you to 'extract' a scene from your memory, just like using a key to open the door of a vault and take out the contents."

He Shenyan made a rotating gesture, indicating to Geralt to put the key against his temple: "Think about that woman's face, and then 'take' out the picture. Don't worry, it's very simple."

"Why don't you do it yourself? This kind of thing should be very simple for you." Geralt looked at the key in his hand, but did not do it immediately.

"I know you hate reading minds, let alone retrieving memories."

The witcher laughed and pressed the key against his temple.

The blue key dissipated into mist in the air, dotted with stars, like ice-blue fireflies, which was really beautiful. The mist did not disappear, but gradually condensed into a ball as if it had self-awareness.

The moment Te stayed in front of his eyes, the color of his irises changed.

"Relax, Geralt, don't resist."

He Shenyan guided him patiently, and the mist began to become more and more staring, until even its shape changed. Geralt looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, the mist turned into a mirror, and the inside was his perspective.

The woman's face is clearly visible in it.

"Your magic is really amazing. I have never seen other mages use this trick."

"This is not considered magic, Geralt, it's just a little trick - then, we already know what this lady looks like, and what we need to do next is very simple."

He Shenyan raised a finger: "But let me say it first, Geralt. I know that you probably want to completely save this lady who just met you a few hours ago, but you are not a god, and

Neither am I. If a person really wants to die..."

"Then we'd better let her fulfill her wishes. Of course, there are obviously many hidden things in her words, so let's start with this aspect."

Fifteen minutes later, He Shenyan and Geralt, who had changed clothes, appeared on the street of the trade district. The mage was telling the witcher his speculation in an orderly manner: "You said she walks elegantly, then

We can basically rule out the possibility that she comes from the bottom, so there is no need to go to the temple area to look for her."

"The appearance is still beautiful even when she is so thin, which means that her background is not bad - at least her mother must be a beauty. Ugly parents cannot give birth to beautiful children, well, the local saying in Vizima is used here.

very suitable."

Geralt listened quietly to his speculation. They walked along the cobblestone path and passed by an aristocratic couple who were out for a walk. The aristocratic lady did not blink, completely forgetting her male companion and staring at

The mage couldn't stop looking at it, making the male companion's face turn green.

"The corpse baby only sucks the blood of pregnant women, which means that the lady is also pregnant now. She calls the corpse baby her own child. Maybe she has had a miscarriage before. Then, she should not be young. We can temporarily refer to the corpse baby as her own child.

How about making the mark a little wider and starting at the age of twenty-five?"

"I have no objection." Geralt's expression was tense, and he just nodded like a fool. "Well, I have no objection."

"Can you at least give me some advice?"

"What advice can I give you?" The demon hunter spread his hands. "What you are talking about is completely beyond the scope of my knowledge. I know how to hunt monsters, kill people, bargain, and please women. But I definitely can't do it.

What you just did."

He Shenyan sighed: "Well, she said, 'My child is not a monster.' Maybe we can make a bold speculation reasonably."

"She gave birth to a deformed baby."

"You know, most people here are very superstitious. It's natural for deformed children to be called monsters. This kind of thing happens in aristocratic families. You should know what will happen next, right?"

"That child will be thrown into the sewer."

"Correct answer - this can explain why she wandered dirty in the sewer. In order to find her own child. However, the question is, under what circumstances will a person give birth to a deformed child? This question

It can be roughly divided into three explanations. Geralt."

"First, genetic factors - since the lady is so beautiful, this can be ruled out."

"Second, the growth environment of the fetus during pregnancy. Based on her situation, this can also be ruled out."

"Third, trauma during childbirth. As above, this can also be ruled out."

The mage and the witcher walked along a path, and the wind from the Temerian River blew by, bringing a breath of nature.

It was no longer hot in the evening, the cool and fresh air, the laughter of the people walking around...all these failed to relax Geralt's mood at all. On the contrary, as the mage told him, he

My mood became even heavier.

He Shenyan said calmly: "Then there is only one explanation left, and it is also the one I don't want to mention... When you were wandering in the countryside, you saw those guys who looked different from ordinary people.

Really, Geralt?"

"I've seen it."

"Do they speak awkwardly and don't look very smart?"

"Yes."

"The dangers of incest marriage. Nobles are keen to marry their own sisters, sisters and even mothers to maintain the purity of their blood. But this will only give their offspring a 70% chance of becoming ugly and demented.

A mentally retarded child was brought into this world and looked at with strange eyes."

"you mean......?"

"Yes, it's what you think."

He Shenyan nodded.

"Now that the inference has been made very clear, it's time to make a conclusion. The lady was about twenty-five years old, born into a noble or wealthy businessman or artistic family, and had a miscarriage - at least that's what she claimed to the outside world.

It has been at least two months since he disappeared. He has an older brother, or a younger brother. Then... we may need to go to the city hall."

"To the city hall?"

"Post a notice." He Shenyan said to Geralt. "To all the respectable gentlemen... I recently took in a lady who had been wandering on the street for many days. Although she was unconscious, she was still alive.

My appearance is excellent and my appearance is beautiful. I am suspected of being from a famous family. If anyone is missing in the family, please come and look for me."

"That's it, then we'll just wait."