Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Rain falls on the rich as well as on the poor.

It is given to the righteous and also to the unjust.

In fact, the rain is not fair because it falls in a world without justice.

Is it really?

No one knew the answer. Rain fell from the sky and washed away the blood on the street. The man with his broken nose stayed depressed at the corner of the street. The top of his head helped him to cover some of the rain, but a lot of it still fell on him. This

It made him feel even more depressed.

It was normal for someone to get beaten up when they failed to block the road. But he didn't expect that the white-haired old man and the old guy with a pale face and a dead face were so amazing in fighting ability. He defeated them all in three strokes, five divided by two.

"Boss, do we want to go back for revenge?"

"you're so dumb?"

The boss turned his head as if he was looking at an idiot, and asked the younger brother who asked the question, which went straight to the depths of his soul: "Fourteen of us were defeated by two of them, and we didn't even use weapons, and you still want to take revenge? Do you think you're going to take revenge?"

Is that mutant freak a civilian that we can bully at will?"

The little brother nodded submissively, and at the same time curled his lips silently in his heart, thinking that you weren't the one who came up to cause trouble in the first place...

They sit on the street with little spare money in their pockets. In fact, these people cannot be called a 'gang'. At most, they can be regarded as some idle guys who can't find a job get together and do nothing. How can a real gangster hang out?

So poor?

The man known as the boss chewed the cheap tobacco absently in his mouth. No ships had docked in Lower Soden recently. They couldn't find any manual work, so they had to gather here, occasionally blocking the road to find some faces new to the city to bully.

.Some people are very stubborn, while others would rather pay the money and settle the matter.

They don't want much, just enough for everyone to have a meal. Most people will pay obediently, which also prevents them from starving to death for the time being. The guards turn a blind eye to their behavior because they are patrolling

The captain received a benefit from them, which was not much, only thirty oren per week, but it was enough for him to pretend not to see it.

As long as it doesn't cause too much trouble, this business can continue for a long time.

The boss was bored and playing with the rain with his feet, feeling the coldness. But a man wearing a raincoat walked up to him. From the boss's perspective, he could only catch a glimpse of a square chin and a hooked nose.

The man's voice seemed very hoarse: "Dairoth? Right?"

The eldest son stood up slowly. At this time, he seemed to be very cautious. First he waved his hand to stop the younger brother from coming forward, and then he nodded in a rather flattering manner: "Yes, sir, you

What's the matter?"

"It seems you recognize the logo on my raincoat."

"Of course!" Dai Luosi's smile became even more exaggerated. "How could I not recognize Mr. Sword Regiment? Why do you want to come to a small role like me?"

"Did you have a conflict with a white-haired witcher not long ago?"

"That's...yes, my lord."

While Dairos was answering, he was racking his brains to think about why this adult would ask such a question. However, there was no clue at all in his empty brain.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he still had tobacco leaves in his mouth. Dai Luosi quickly spit a few puffs to the side and spit out the tobacco leaves completely, so as not to make the swordsman think that he was disrespectful to him.

The man had no such idea at all. He just nodded. He reached out a hand from under the raincoat, and there was a money bag on it. It was quite full: "Come with me. I have something to ask you. After everything is done,

, no matter what you say is helpful to us or not, the money will be yours."

Dai Luosi's expression became serious little by little, and his younger brother was already too excited to control himself. The poor are the most sensitive to money, and there were at least three hundred oren in that bag. This is not a small amount, and it is completely enough.

They were cool for a long time.

Judging from his appearance, he even wanted to push away the people Dairos had promised to the Sword Group.

"Sir, I don't think a little information is worth so much money." Dai Luosi said cautiously. "Your reward is too generous. Why don't you just tell me here? You can ask whatever you want. I don't need it either."

With so much money, you only need to give a little bit."

The man laughed.

"You are very cautious, yes. I don't hate this kind of person." He opened his wallet, took out eighty orens and threw it to Dairos. "Tell me, how many companions does that demon hunter have?"

"Five, sir." Dai Luosi immediately replied. "All five of them are riding horses and wearing cloaks, except for the old man with the white head."

"Hmm..." The man nodded. "I noticed that the bridge of your nose was broken, Dairoth, was it him?"

"Yes, my lord. He beat us all."

"Does that mean he's good at fighting?"

"This? Sir, I dare not say that. We are all just small characters. It is normal for him to deal with people like us easily, even though he did not use a sword."

The man cursed, which sounded like slang, and then he asked: "So where is that damn mutant bastard now?"

"Sir, I also want to tell you this problem." Dailuosi pointed to the broken bridge of his nose. "But I fell to the ground at the time and didn't know anything, and so did the brothers. They left quickly."

The man looked at him for a while, said nothing, turned and left. Dairos sat on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

His serious expression prevented any of his younger brothers from asking him why he was lying. It was not until the past ten minutes that he was sure that the man had really left. Dairos jumped up from the ground and ran wildly in a certain direction.

go.

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"Bang, bang, bang."

"who?"

"It's me, Mr. Witcher, the waiter of the hotel. I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but there is a soaked gangster downstairs who said he has something to do with you and that it is very important."

Geralt was silent for a while and replied through the door: "I know, just ask him to wait for me for a while, and I'll go down right away."

There were footsteps outside the door, gradually fading away, and then a figure coming downstairs. Geralt turned around without saying a word, put on his boots, grabbed a dagger and put it on his waist. Regis looked over,

Asked: "Do they still want to take revenge?"

"Not necessarily." Geralt replied calmly. "Ruffians are the people who know how to survive best. They live in the cracks and will not do such stupid things. Unless he is an idiot who smoked anesthetic powder and damaged his brain.

But that kind of physique is not something that someone who smokes anesthetic powder can have."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and a light blue magic shield appeared on Geralt, and then quickly disappeared. The mage was still holding a book and reading non-stop, and he said softly: "Be careful, always

It's not a bad thing, Geralt."

The witcher nodded, opened the door and went downstairs.

He stepped on the creaking wooden floor and arrived outside the hotel door. In the pouring rain, a soaked man was squatting by the door with a serious expression.

Hearing the voice, he raised his head and said, "Ah, it's you. Listen, Mr. Baifa, you beat me up during the day. We deserve it. I know this."

Geralt just listened to him in silence.

"But we can't help it - forget it, now is not the time to talk about this. Listen, there is a group of people who want to cause trouble for you. Run now. You may be able to deal with small characters like us, but they are all murderers.

A ruthless character who will not pay for his life."

Geralt was indifferent and even smiled.

Found him so quickly? There must be an informant from the La Valette family in Vizima... I just don’t know if Foltest will be involved. If a king is involved in human trafficking,

Problem, that would be great fun.

He hoped not - he still liked Foltest very much.

His smile was mistaken by Dairos as evidence that he did not believe in himself.

The gangster cursed: "Damn, you don't believe me, do you? Damn it, I don't know why I came here to inform you, and lied to the people of the Sword Group... Forget it, Demon Hunter

, that’s all I have to say, you’d better run away because I’m going to run away too.”

"Where are you running to?"

"Get out of here." Dairos said without hesitation. "Let me tell you frankly, the bastard who came to ask me where you are gave me eighty orens. This money is enough for us to leave Amelia.

, what a hell place. We need to find a place to live peacefully, and we will definitely not stay here any longer."

"How interesting, a city where even gangsters want to leave?" Geralt raised his eyebrows. "Who is this sword group you are talking about?"

"It's not someone you can afford to offend anyway!"

Dairoth said impatiently, stood up and ran away. His figure quickly disappeared into the drizzle of rain. Geralt stared at the direction where he disappeared. The rain was still writing, seemingly never ending. Some raindrops

It splashed on the stone steps and wet the surface of his boots. It left a mark on the dirty surface.

When will the rain stop? He was not sure. He Shenyan's voice came from behind him: "So, they found us in advance?"

"I don't know, why." Geralt did not turn his head, and the rain curtain was reflected in the vertical hall. "I only know that I really want to kill something right now."

"Me too."

The mage smiled.