Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"What's the interesting part?"

"Everywhere is interesting, Geralt."

After leaving these words, he stepped forward. The silver-haired and silver-eyed tree spirit stared at him majestically, but suffered a disadvantage because of his petite figure. In the end, when the mage walked in front of her, she had to raise her head.

Look at him.

A trace of anger flashed across the dryad's face, but He Shenyan interrupted her move to cast the spell.

The mage took a step back, bent down, took her right hand and kissed her hand. From the perspective of etiquette, this was already a very high standard of etiquette.

This means that He Shenyan regards her as a lady who needs to be respected - of course, the tree spirit may not know this.

She took a step back stiffly, with a straight face, and her voice was as clear as a bird's song: "Black-robed man, nice to meet you. I am the ruler of the Heart of Oak, Queen of the Dryads, Esna."

"Hello, Ms. Eisner."

He Shenyan once again said his name in the ancient language. His fluent accent made the Dryad Queen's eyes widen in surprise. Her silver eyes flashed, and the two soon started talking in the ancient language. The scene was very tense.

joyous.

As for Geralt on the side...

He was almost bored to death.

The witcher looked at the world in front of him that was completely different from the human world, and didn't know what to think. He never participated in the killing of dryads in the kingdoms surrounding Brochlon, and vice versa.

This is the survival code of the demon hunters - in their world, there is no such thing as taking sides. There is only eternal neutrality. They do not participate in the killings or fights of any party, they only hunt harmful monsters and solve problems that make villages, towns and even

A curse that makes cities dangerous. That's all.

So the dryads do have their own cultural form, he thought.

The "Rangers", an extremist organization from the Kingdom of Verden that specializes in hunting inhuman races, also said that they are all monsters without emotions. What a huge irony.

"Gwen Blade, what are you doing?"

Sisna's voice came from his ear, and Geralt turned his head, not used to this new title. The ancient language was mostly difficult to pronounce, and it had a different rhythm when spoken by the tree spirit. He

I never thought that my name would look so elegant in ancient language.

Elegant, ha.

This kind of thing shouldn't be associated with witchers.

Geralt shook his head, with a smile on his face: "It's nothing, I just think your house is beautiful."

The tree spirit puffed up her chest proudly, and her naked body without clothes reflected the luster: "Of course, these are houses made by communicating with magic and vines. We will only live here if they agree."

"What if they don't agree?"

"Then let's leave and find a new place to live. There are many forests in the world. Although I like Blochlon very much, if nature doesn't want us to stay here, then we will obey its wishes."

"Don't you think this is a bit..." Geralt struggled to find a suitable word in his vocabulary. "...Isn't it strange?"

"strangeness?"

Sisna asked doubtfully, her brows already furrowed. After a while, there was a touch of indescribable sadness in the corners of her eyes: "Gwenblad, you don't understand. If the forest asks us to leave, what will happen if the forest asks us to leave?"

It means we betrayed them."

"Sounds like a good story."

"Are you interested in listening?"

"certainly."

Sisna made a gesture, and a vine house was slowly lowered. Geralt's badge began to vibrate, and the tree spirit pointed at the house: "Let's go in and tell you that the story is very long, so you have to be prepared."

Prepare."

Geralt casually looked back at the mage who was still chatting with the Dryad Queen, and then looked back at Sisna who was still blinking at him with a pair of emerald green eyes. Finally, he walked into the vine house.

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"It wasn't until this moment that I was sure of the authenticity of that prophecy, the man in black robe. It turns out she didn't lie to us."

Esna's expression was a little sad. At this moment, the Dryad Queen was sitting at a table with the mage. They were surrounded by flowers and green bushes, including some berries. The table was formed by magic, with a natural

Unique fragrance.

By the time this conversation is over, it will return to what it was - the soil itself.

He Shenyan knocked on the armrest of the chair with his hand, and the soil was shaped into a material similar to metal. It was hard, but it was not uncomfortable to sit on. It fit the line of his back perfectly, and even had a slight

Adjustment function.

He seemed indifferent to Aisna's words, but turned to talk about another matter: "Madam, can you stop calling me the man in black robe? Mage, or He, you can choose any one."

"...Okay, mage." Eisna pursed her lips. "So, what do you think of what I said?"

"This world will not be destroyed."

He Shenyan said this to her in a determined tone. His ancient language was still fluent, and every word, every pronunciation, and even the elongated final sound seemed so smooth. However, Aisna felt a sudden

Deeply dissonant.

She looked directly at the human mage.

"I do not understand."

After a long time, she spoke slowly.

"That's my opinion, Her Majesty, Lady Eisner - that's my opinion, that's my declaration. This world will not be destroyed."

He Shenyan looked at her patiently, as if looking at a toddler learning to talk. The age difference between the two was so huge that this look even seemed a bit exaggerated and ridiculous.

He knew why Aisna behaved this way - from the first moment they met, the dryad queen had been reading his mind.

But it is not active, but passive. There are several points in the information flow returned by the mental tentacles that are very noteworthy, which is one of the reasons why he finds it interesting.

This Dryad Queen obviously possesses some magical qualities. She can passively read the voices of everyone around her and know whether they are lying and their emotions when speaking.

The reason why she behaved like that was because when He Shenyan said, "This world will not be destroyed," he really meant it and truly felt that way.

——And this obviously conflicts with the prediction she firmly believes in.

"You..." Aisna's expression looked even more stunned.

"Where does your confidence come from? Mage, I don't understand. Isliny's prophecy is genuine, your appearance, the appearance of Gwen Braid, and the swallow that has not been discovered by the world...

.She knows it well. This was even predicted a thousand years ago."

"She said that the world will be destroyed in the white frost, and you will save the world with Gwenbraed and Swallow. This is the original translation. According to the elven manuscripts I found, her original words are actually, you will save the world with

Together, Gwen Braid and Swallow bring new life to the world."

"Because she couldn't have known about my appearance based on prophecy alone." He Shenyan replied with a smile.

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