Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

In another camp, Duny saw his Pavetta. Her gray hair was still soft, and her emerald green eyes looked at the black-armored soldiers fiercely, as if she wanted to eat them alive.

However, the moment those eyes saw Donnie, all the emotions inside them turned into tenderness. Pavetta stood up in an instant. She was not restrained from her personal freedom. She rushed over and hugged her tightly.

Zhudoni, tears have already burst into his eyes.

"Oh, Donnie, are you okay? They didn't do anything to you, right...? Wait, what happened to your face?"

Pavetta stroked his swollen right cheek distressedly, and her eyes once again became like a vicious wolf's, scanning the face of Torres who led him into the camp.

If it were in the past, Torres would not hesitate to give this woman a look. But now he just shook his head.

"According to our agreement, Donny, I will let you and your wife leave, but you have to go back and tell the black-robed mage... He must let us retreat safely." Torres spat out these words dejectedly,

He didn't even have the intention to pretend to be calm or cover up his emotions.

The magnanimity that belonged to the emperor disappeared from him, as did the city's government and scheming.

There is only pure exhaustion left in Torres' heart - he has been planning for so long, starting from the moment he usurped the throne, all just to capture Cintra today so that he can continue to expand, but he did not expect that it would end in this way.

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For a moment, he couldn't even think of a reason to continue living. Maybe bringing his soldiers back to the empire was one. But Torres could almost foresee that when he returned to the empire, those who had complaints against him would even

How the rebellious nobles would mock him in meetings.

Is this my fate? To be defeated by a damn mage who came out of nowhere? My army didn't even really fight the people of Cintra...

His reluctance was accurately captured by Donnie who turned around, but he didn't say much. The arrogance in the tent disappeared, and only calmness remained. Donnie held Pavetta's hand,

Protecting her behind him, his tongue pressed against the loose back molar again.

He said: "Don't worry, the black-robed mage is a man of his word. As long as you abide by the agreement, he will not break the treaty. But the premise is that you must let Pavetta and I leave here safely."

"...Give them two horses and tell them to go down. No one is allowed to stop them and let them leave."

Torres rubbed his brows, gave the order, and then left the camp. The black-armored soldiers had no intention of attacking them. One of them walked up to them and said in common language with a strong accent:

"plz follow me."

"I speak Nilfgaardian."

The soldier looked at him, a contemptuous smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he still said in the common language with his thick accent: "Please follow me."

"Show respect for my husband!" Pavetta looked at the soldier seriously. "Do you know who you are talking to?"

"A traitor." The soldier shrugged lightly. "A traitor who helps the enemy deal with his own country."

"You are invading."

Seeing that he was so talkative, Donnie was not in a hurry to leave. He pressed the palm of Pavetta's hand to signal her to calm down. Then he said: "The people of Sintra have lived on this land for hundreds of years.

, the Nilfgaardians are invaders, figure this out before you talk to me, soldier. And, you should really thank me."

He took a deep look at the soldier: "The consequence of the war will definitely be the destruction of Nilfgaard - you don't know the reason, but I know. This is the most fundamental difference between us. It is not because of blood or blood.

Because of my identity. But because I am smarter than you."

The soldier's face turned green and white. His companion quickly came over and pulled him away. Then someone else took them to the stable.

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At this time, He Shenyan had arrived at the palace in Cintra. The actions of the Nilfgaardians were not hidden from his eyes. In half an hour, Duny and Pavetta, who were safe and sound, would return to the palace.

中. He didn't want to meet them, it would make the situation a little embarrassing.

The two couples have been traveling for many years and have only seen Shirley a handful of times. Perhaps because of the law of accidents, they do not regard Shirley as their child from the bottom of their hearts - at least not a close child.

Relationships also need to be maintained, and for Xili, she actually has no feelings for the couple who travel all day long. After all, they have not seen each other much since they were young.

The mage activated the little trick of hiding his presence and strolled all the way to the east tower of the palace. Ciri's bedroom was here.

It is worth mentioning that she originally lived in the room next to Calanthe. But this little girl fell in love with the feeling of living in a high-rise after visiting Kaer Morhen once, so at her strong request (tough talk and hard work)

), Calanthe had to agree to Ciri living alone in the east tower.

He Shenyan gently put his hand on the door handle of the tower door. The two rows of soldiers standing guard seemed not to notice this at all, and still stood guard dutifully. The door was pushed open by him, and there was a creak.

The decoration inside made the mage couldn't help but smile.

Shirley's hobbies...are generally different from those of girls her age.

The first floor of the tower is a living room - it was originally supposed to be a living room. Now it has become a display rack for weapons and armor. Fifteen training swords suitable for her height are placed on the rack, and then some of her

Leather armor and studded soft armor that cannot be worn at all.

There was no furniture at all, not even a carpet. Next to the display stand were four wooden training figures, which were scarred with cuts. He Shenyan turned his attention to the stairs. He walked lightly and walked up the stairs little by little.

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Wherever he walked, torches lit up out of thin air.

The mage came to the second floor. Compared to the first floor, this place was much more normal - well, actually it wasn't very normal either.

This is a study room, but judging from the types of books, it has reached the standard. He Shenyan saw a magazine from Novigrad, which was thrown on the ground. The open page introduced this year's popular new articles.

Furniture style.

A desk was placed inside, which was relatively low and was obviously used by Shirley. There were about a dozen heavy hardcover books stacked on it, as well as some scattered papers, filled with various words.

The mage picked up one and looked at it carefully.

"On July 5, my grandmother asked me to learn how to weave again today. She said that if a girl can't learn how to sew clothes for her husband, she won't be able to get married. I don't want to get married. And I prefer the feeling of wielding a sword."

Under this sentence, she drew a simple little man with messy hair, wearing riding boots, and holding two swords in his hands. He looked very proud. There was even a note next to it: Me (when I grow up).

ha.

He Shenyan couldn't help but smile, and then looked down.

"Geralt said he was not the White-Headed Knight, as if I would believe it. I am not a fool, I asked the maids to help me find the reports from that year, and I knew it was him as soon as I heard the description! White hair, carrying two swords on his back

, a pair of cat eyes. I really didn’t expect Geralt to be so angry, maybe because he was younger at that time?”

"What will He look like when he is young? He is already very handsome now, will he be even more handsome when he is young?"

...Very good, after seeing this, it is basically the normal thoughts that a little girl should have, and she is unconstrained. If she keeps thinking about how to train herself, I will have to worry about her psychological problems.

The next few lines are much more boring. They are basically random thoughts about the current life. For example, she hates eating vegetables, the chef keeps serving her terribly sweet desserts, and she is always asked to wear skirts but she prefers them.

Wear tight pants or something like that.

The mage put it down gently. At this time, he noticed a drawer inside the desk. He moved his fingers slightly, and the drawer popped open on its own. What appeared in front of him was a drawing board and several stacked paintings.

The painter obviously doesn't have very good skills, but he can capture the key points of people's expressions. For example, although the painting with Vesemir made him appear to be a hundred years older, his expression is captured very accurately, especially the big one.

Rhinocerosus.

Then came Geralt. The witcher looked angry, wearing an apron and holding a rag in his hand, with a message written next to it. "Ciri, I just mopped the floor!"

Triss, the red-haired sorceress is smiling, with a gentle face, and her red hair is as dazzling as a flame. Below her is Yennefer, with her black hair flying in the wind, and her purple eyes, mysterious and charming,

With a smile on his lips.

He looked through them one by one and soon saw his own portrait. Unexpectedly, Xili made this painting very special.

There is no specific character image or anything else, just a pair of eyes.

Black, staring ahead calmly and indifferently. There was nothing else. He Shenyan put down the paper in his hand. He did not choose to disturb Xili. Children of this age must have sufficient sleep time.

He just wanted to leave her a gift.

He Shenyan came to the window and opened the curtains. The stars in the night sky had returned to their original positions, but the moon was still bright.

He opened the window and stretched out his hand, and a wisp of moonlight was pulled down. The magic power condensed in the air and became the drawing paper. The moonlight, as a pigment, soon spontaneously shone on the drawing paper. He Shenyan stretched out his hand a little more and wiped

He plucked the night-like colors from the sky and condensed them between his fingers.

The mage threw it on the canvas, and the outline of a young girl soon appeared on it. She turned her back to the audience, and her gray hair was no longer messy, but was cut into a neat short hair. She was wearing a well-fitting dress

wearing leather armor, carrying two swords on his back heroically, standing in the middle of the forest.

Her hair is shining because it is the color of the moon.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand again and left a sentence on it with his finger.

"Good evening, Ciri."

His figure gradually dissipated, turning into floating light spots that dispersed from the tower window and drifted into the distance. At this time, the girl who was sleeping soundly on the third floor began to smile.