Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt rubbed his sore shoulders and sat on the chair. This is what happens when you carry a sword for too long. He was already considering whether to find a tailor to change the style of his armed belt. The one he was using now was squeezing his shoulders.

It hurts.

The hotel they stayed in was newly opened and the business was very good. This was inseparable from the boss's thinking. There were four floors here. The top two floors were hotels, the second floor was a brothel, and the first floor was a tavern -

—I have to admit, this four-in-one is really clever.

He deserves to make money.

The mage sat opposite him, with a calm expression, and placed his hands on the table. The palms of his hands were pressed together, and a faint blue light emerged from them.

Geralt looked at the blue light spots that quickly disappeared and asked softly: "This spell requires you to prepare for so long?"

"The ritual is very simple, Geralt." He Shenyan replied seemingly relaxedly. "But the difficult thing is to find that precise point in the long river of time... Just like fishing is not difficult, the difficult thing is how to

When the fish are attracted, there is still a waiting process.”

"Fishing..."

Geralt's thoughts were drawn to another aspect, and he sighed with a hint of longing: "It's been a long time since I fished. The last time I fished was...three years ago?"

"Please, if you want to talk about fishing, just talk about fishing, Geralt. Don't tell me who you were fishing with again this time."

"...No more talking, no more talking."

Geralt smiled awkwardly, just as the waiter came to serve the dish. It was a quite sumptuous meal, a large pot of stew, wheels of cheese from Vizima, fresh leg of lamb, and even a whole plate of specials

White bread and a bottle of East of East.

It was paid for by the mage - he really couldn't bear the roasted venison and cheap vegetables he had eaten along the way. When he came to Novigrad, he had to have a good meal no matter what.

After all, this is the Pearl of the North.

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Walpole Roy.

This name is quite popular in Novigrad. As we all know, there are many beggars in this city. But no one will pay attention to them, unless you are the kind-hearted priest of the goddess Meriteri.

Their eyes were cloudy and dim, and their bodies were covered with scars and abscesses. They had no clean clothes, no food to fill their stomachs, and naturally no home that could protect them from the wind and rain.

However - they are actually the most knowledgeable messengers in the city of Novigrad.

"So, Mr. Alphonse is finally willing to forgive my debt?"

"Your debt has been forgiven long ago, Mr. Walpole Roy. It's a deal, one piece of news in exchange for three houses. It's a bargain no matter how you think about it, isn't it?"

In a dilapidated wooden house, dim candles and the sunset light shining through the wooden boards together maintain the light here. Two men faced each other and sat around the table.

One of them is a bald man - yes, this is Hawthorne's subordinate, Jack.

As for the other one...this gentleman's appearance is not very good.

He has an exaggeratedly big nose, which takes up two-thirds of his ugly face. In addition, he has a pair of small and pitiful eyes and a mouth full of rotten teeth. Beggars among beggars, they

Their leader, Walpole Roy, is here.

He was smiling flatteringly, unaware that his honor was making this smile annoying: "Ah, Mr. Jack, this is the best. So, what does Mr. Alphonse want to know?"

"At noon today, a demon hunter entered the city."

Jack was not moved by his flattering yet disgusting smile at all, and his bald-headed tone was so rational that it was almost emotionless: "Mr. Alphonse wants to know where he lives - that's all, you don't need to be smart to do other things."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Walpole Roy rubbed his palms. He was not a suspicious man, but he was a smart man. He knew he had one more question to ask.

A crucial question.

"Mr. Jack, forgive me for talking too much. But old Walpole must know this...Mr. Alphonse wants to know that this news has nothing to do with the Swords, right?"

Jack raised his head slightly.

The light made his jawline look a bit sharp, and half of the bald man's face was hidden in the darkness. The exposed right eye was staring at Walpole Roy, and then he slowly changed his sitting posture.

The body leans forward slightly, like a wolf looking for prey.

"You know what you're asking, Walpole," Jack asked coldly.

"Of course I know, Mr. Jack."

Walpole Roy continued to rub his palms, and his smile became more flattering - and more disgusting: "The respected Mr. Alphonse has been ruling the roost in the city for so many years. He doesn't like the traffickers of the Swords.

This is well known. But other people don’t have trouble with money, do you think so?”

"Mr. Jack, if this matter has something to do with the Sword Regiment, then I'm afraid I have to reject your proposal. No matter how much I want to return to my three houses in the Leader's Square, I have to fight for my own life.

Think about it. Mr. Alphonse can kill the members of the Sword Regiment, or even anyone in the city, but I..."

"I'm just a small character, Mr. Jack." Walpole's smile became a little bitter. "If I go against them, then I'm afraid I will appear under a piece of land outside the city tomorrow."

Jack's back came into contact with the back of the chair again, which made the shabby chair make an overwhelming creaking sound. He said calmly: "The order Mr. Alphonse gave me is for you to accept this proposal."

His words made Walpole Roy purse his lips.

Jack continued: "I know it's difficult for you to do, so I have another proposal."

He took out a money bag from his waist and put it on the table: "I always make two-hand preparations. So far, Walpole, my second-hand preparations have obviously come in handy."

"What do you mean...?"

"Find one of your subordinates who is not afraid of death, or two - ask him to come to me in the casino. This money is a deposit, and there will be another part of the money after the news is received. In this way, you can not be involved in this matter,

They will have no reason to attack you."

"Sir, I don't understand. What's the difference between looking for my subordinates and looking for me?"

"The difference is-" Jack raised a finger. "-He will die, not you. Do you understand?"

He placed the document on the table, pushed it in Walpole's direction, then stood up and left the room.

Walpole Roy's expression was very intriguing. After a while, he shouted outside the house: "Francis! Come in! There is a job for you!"