Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt is not a fool, he is much smarter than most people. In fact, he just doesn't use his brain very much. When you have a powerful mage companion by your side, you can just swing your sword.

When solving problems, using your brain becomes a meaningless activity.

But that doesn't mean his brain is rusty. In fact, like I said, he is very smart.

"You mean--" Geralt said very quickly. "- that Islinny is actually from outside our world like you?"

"The direction is right, but the details need to be strengthened, my friend."

He Shenyan took a sip of hot milk with satisfaction. The taste was 100% restored to Alfred's craftsmanship in his memory. The old butler was good at making anything, black tea, milk... He even

He knows how to mix drinks. I think he would be very happy if he knew that his skills were popular in other worlds.

"Minute details? You mean...oh, now I understand."

Geralt nodded in enlightenment, and historical knowledge flashed through his mind - elves, also known as the Iron Sheedi tribe. The elves are not actually the aborigines of this world. In ancient myths, they

I arrived here on a white ship.

In other words, they also came from outside the world. Thinking of this, he began to recall more things. The intersection of the celestial sphere brought humans to this world, and also brought monsters to this world. In order to seek self-protection, the first humans

Warlocks created the profession of witcher.

In the eyes of the creator, they should be the protectors of mankind - not only killing monsters, but also responsible for killing aliens. However, in that barbaric era, humans drove the elves and dwarves into the mountains with their own hands.

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"It seems that you should understand, Geralt. Yes, just as you think, this Islini has probably met me before."

"Ever?" Geralt didn't know what he was talking about.

"Yes...ever."

He Shenyan spread his palms and said: "In this world, the Ain Sheidi tribe has been living here for more than a thousand years. If the history books are correct, they settled here as early as 1240 BC."

"And Islini's prophecy also has a history of a thousand years. The elves have a long lifespan, which means that she must have arrived in this world in a white ship with her people, and was not a newborn. She has died long ago for unknown reasons.

But since she died in this timeline, it’s impossible for me to meet her, are you right?”

The witcher nodded intently.

"So, she died very young, but she knew about my existence. The timeline of this world is fixed and cannot be changed. Based on these inferences, that is to say, she met me in other worlds."

"How is this possible?" Geralt couldn't help asking. "It's impossible for her to meet you in other worlds and then come to our world. You came here first, didn't you?"

"It's entirely possible, Geralt."

He Shenyan patiently explained to him, like a teacher giving lessons to his students: "The flow of time between worlds is different. It is entirely possible that the Ain Sheedi family will encounter me before arriving in this world.

We met, but that meeting actually happened later in our time."

"You see, she met me first, and I probably told her something, so she made this famous prophecy. Of course, there is no denying that she is really a unique genius who has the ability to shine through the ages. Later we will learn about the terrifying abilities that have existed for thousands of years.”

He Shenyan became more and more excited as he spoke: "What does this mean, Geralt? It means that the me she met may be me after a long, long time! So long ago that me may even have been found... . . ”

He paused and his expression fell into confusion: "...the way home."

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They didn't stay in the Heart of Oak for too long. After all, this was the home of the dryads. Geralt and He Shenyan actually didn't want to stay here for a long time. On the one hand, the witcher had to spend time with Sisi every day these days. He couldn't stand being alone with Na for about four hours.

On the other hand, being a vegetarian only made the Master somewhat uncomfortable.

He put aside the question about the way home for the time being. On the one hand, to travel through time and return to this world in 1240 BC, it would require a huge magic ritual. Traveling through time is not something a horse-faced mage can rely on time. Gems do whatever they want with their little tricks.

This is a completely different world. He needs time and energy to complete this magic ritual. In the complicated time flow, he can accurately find the coordinates of 1240 BC, with an error of no more than twenty years. Then, he has to do Make good plans to come back, and at the same time, you have to build yourself up mentally.

After all, what if all his guesses were wrong?

No one is omniscient and omnipotent, and people cannot do this. People will always make mistakes, and the so-called life is to find opportunities for correction among constant mistakes.

He must seize this opportunity.

As for what happens next, let’s talk about it later.

At this moment, they had left the primeval forest and the tree spirits, returned to the road, and were heading to Novigrad.

I must make it clear that the definition of "big road" in 1263 was not a straight asphalt road. There were service areas every ten kilometers.

This place is just a little smoother at best, but in fact, it is still terrifyingly desolate. It is common to walk for several days without meeting anyone. This is why Geralt can no longer tolerate being alone after getting used to traveling together. Alone.

The demon hunter looked at the traces left on both sides of the road in silence. He had been observing like this for a long time. The carrot neighed uneasily under his crotch, and he didn't know why the owner remained motionless for a long time. Only He Shenyan knew the reason - he was there observe.

"Have you come to any conclusion?"

"That's blood." Geralt said firmly. At the same time, he raised a hand to point to the traces left on the dark green grass. "That's definitely blood - I can't be wrong."

"Whose blood?"

"I can't say for sure, but it's definitely not human."

The witcher got off his horse and sniffed the grass carefully. His keen sense of smell allowed him to smell a terrible stench. The smell almost made him cough violently and uncontrollably. Geralt coughed and struggled to He spoke.

"Damn--" he said shortly, his voice sharpening. "--it's a fucking gliding lizard!"

"How did you recognize the taste of blood?"

After a while, Geralt regained his composure before telling the mage with a complex expression: "Because I smelled it once. Believe me, once you smell this smell once, you will never forget it."