Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The announcement finally ended with the announcer breaking down and crying, leaving the crowd behind and running away. He Shenyan watched the direction he left and began to regret his impulsive act.

He was not remorseful for the informer, but for what he said. Sometimes, what you say is too advanced is not good for mankind. At this time, he began to gradually understand why nymphs will never interfere with the running of the world.

.

You can't save everyone, and you can't make the world perfect.

He stepped down from the announcement table, and the crowd looked at him in awe, as if they were looking at a god. He Shenyan simply disappeared in place, and the magic he used made the announcement more magical.

It spread even wider, even reaching the Skellige Islands.

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"I've heard it all."

Geralt stuffed a piece of mutton into his mouth and said inarticulately: "An oriental man in black robes severely squeezed a herald of eternal fire on the announcement table. I guess there should be no one except you.

There will happen to be someone wearing a black robe, I'm Soden, and he's very good at talking, right?"

"Eat your food." He Shenyan said angrily.

He cut off a piece of tender mutton with a knife and fork, and the juices splashed everywhere. He Shenyan stared at the piece of mutton and shook his head gently: "Do you have anything else to do in Xia Soden?"

"I think it should be gone."

Geralt picked up a piece of white bread and finished it in two or three bites. Then he picked up the goblet beside him and drank the red wine in one gulp.

The way he ate made Regis cover his face in embarrassment. The old vampire explained in a low voice to the waiter who brought the food: "This friend of mine usually eats out and sleeps out, and rarely eats such delicious food as yours."

Please forgive me for the food.”

The waiter put down the dishes in his hands with a perfect smile, and then bowed and left the private room. They were now located in a famous high-end restaurant in Lower Soden, paid for by Regis, which also made a poor man

The ghost hunter has gained a lot of knowledge.

Just before today, he had never known a place where he could help you pull out your chair, help you open the bottle of wine, help you pour the wine, or even help you cut the mutton.

The mage nodded: "You won't accept the commission?"

"Are you kidding? What kind of commissions can there be here?" Geralt sneered. "Is it possible to take jobs from those gangsters? My suggestion is to leave as early as possible. He, the reaction of the patrol team made me

Very uneasy.”

"oh?"

"The so-called sword group was completely killed by us, but their reaction was horribly dull. There was no pursuit, and they didn't even protect the scene. I went shopping in the business district of Lower Soden today and saw the auction square there.

Someone has already started to auction the location of the Sword Regiment."

Geralt shook his head: "This city makes me feel uncomfortable all over, as if everything can be calculated simply based on profit in their eyes."

He Shenyan finally ate the piece of mutton. He chewed it carefully and made sure it was completely chewed before swallowing it. Then, he said, "Have you ever thought about changing the world, Geralt?"

"there has never been."

Geralt answered honestly: "I am just a little demon hunter. Changing the world is not on my 'job list'. He should be what mages and wise people like you should do."

Things like the guy who invented the chair.”

He patted his own backrest and smiled: "Seriously, all mankind should be grateful to the guy who invented the chair. If I really had to choose a god to believe in, I would believe in the God of Chairs. At least it can come from

I was not asked to donate money, and I was not allowed to withdraw if I joined, and if I had any questions, my whole family would go to hell together."

"The Point Guard Is Here"

"Your attitude towards religion seems to be more extreme than mine, Geralt."

"Because I've been traveling around the world and I've seen so many religions."

Geralt began to give him a detailed list of these religions that have a large number of believers all over the world: "Look, except for the sect of the goddess Meriteri, it is considered normal and does not ask people for anything. The rest are nothing.

The Reef Cult, the Eternal Fire Cult, the Sun Cult, the Lilith Cult... they are all bastards!"

He counted their crimes one by one on his fingers: "If you don't believe in God, fine, go to hell. If you want to join the church, fine, prove your faith. Boom! Sixty oren or crown, a peasant."

Half a year's income is gone. You still have to keep your faith at all times. If you are disrespectful at all, the church people will bring people to raid your home."

"This is so interesting, Geralt." He Shenyan laughed. "Because as far as I know, the goddess Meriteri is the only god who really exists. Don't you think this is ironic?"

"...What did you say?"

The demon hunter's eyes widened: "Say it again? What?"

"The goddess Meriteri really exists." The mage repeated. "What's so surprising?"

Geralt's expression made Regis laugh out loud, and the vampire expressed his opinion: "Okay, although I don't know much about your religion. But the priests of the goddess Meriteri should be

It is the only religion that will help the poor without charging a penny. From this point of view, Goddess Meriteri, I respect you."

He raised his head and looked at the ceiling of the box with a serious expression: "...Please also protect me, a vampire, from the devil."

Their pleasant dinner lasted for a while, and then they left the high-end restaurant. On the way back to the hotel, the three of them discussed their next travel plans.

"I plan to go to the Skellige Islands. I really want to see the sea." Regis said with longing. "I haven't seen the undulating ocean for a long time. I hope it is still the same as in my memory."

Beautiful look.”

"Then I wish you good luck, Regis. If you are done seeing the sea and are bored between January and June, you can come to Kaer Morhen to find us. Do you know that place?

"

"The rumored Witcher Fortress?" Regis asked in surprise. "Does it really exist?"

"Yes, what else? When I get back to the hotel, I will point you to the location on your map... Speaking of which, I actually want to go to Sintra. I can pass Ebin along the way. According to the Sword Group

According to the statement, there is still a distribution of them.”

The demon hunter swung his arms and moved his arms. He asked the mage beside him: "What about you?"

"I don't have any objections - besides, I do miss Xili a little." He Shenyan nodded. "I hope she has a good life in Sintra."

At this time, a passerby heard their discussion and joined in loudly: "Ah, guys, if I'm offended, I heard you wanted to go to Sintra? Don't go there!"

"how?"

"War, gentlemen!"

The passerby waved his arms angrily: "Damn Nilfgaard sent troops from the Yaruga River, and they hit the gate of Sintra two days ago!"

Geralt keenly noticed that the smile on He Shenyan's face disappeared.