Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"He accepted it?"

"No, sir."

Jack bowed slightly: "Wapolole Roy told me the truth, he is afraid that if he does what you want, he will be killed by other giants joining forces tomorrow."

"madness."

Alphonse Willy commented: "It's so stupid. Doesn't he want to think that making a deal with me means being protected by me? Those bastards and the sword group together can't defeat me...

"

Old Hawthorne sighed: "Forget it, I can't blame him."

"After all, Walpole Roy is just a small character. If he has the ability to truly unite the beggars under him, no one in the city can look down on him, let alone regard him as a person who is about to come and call.

The guy is about to leave."

Old Hawthorne stood up from his chair, Jack still lowered his head and maintained his demeanor. Hawthorne turned around and stared at the scenery in front of him.

Ever since he was beaten to death by that demon hunter... No, that shouldn't be said.

After his casino was completely destroyed by the demon hunter and he was beaten half to death, he changed his office location. He no longer lived underground like a mouse, but moved to the ground.

Above. His office is behind a bank, and that bank...

Needless to say, it is also his.

At this moment, he was looking at the Patriarch's Square, at the vendors, citizens, and beggars. People coming and going. As the sun set, people rushed home to eat. The city was as bustling and crowded as ever, but Alphonse Willy

But I know another thing.

It sucks.

From top to bottom, from government officials to those shady people. Loan sharks, thugs, gangsters, and even people like him - they are all bribed by the sword group. No one in the world can live with money, benevolence, justice and morality

It can be betrayed, but the benefits are eternal.

Once upon a time, Alphonse thought the same thing. Until he found out what the sword group that wanted to cooperate with him did for a living.

Human trafficking.

He won't touch it.

never.

How ironic is this? Everyone is turning a blind eye to the darkness in front of them that can lead them to hell. But the underworld giant of Novigrad who has been standing for forty years is determined to destroy this darkness.

Get out.

A smile slowly appeared on Hawthorne's face: They really should give me a damn award or make me mayor.

"So, Jack, you won't let me down, I know that. Let me guess, did you use your 'backhand' again?"

"Yes, sir. I asked Walpole to find one of his men to investigate this matter on his behalf. Beggars will exchange information with each other, and he can also find out where the witcher is, but

It will be slower.”

"Well done." Hawthorne nodded slowly.

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"It's hard to believe, Geralt. The first thing you did when you returned to Novigrad was not to come to me, but to buy a suit of clothes that fit you?"

A thinly dressed woman said angrily to the witcher, who seemed extremely embarrassed by the situation. Although this woman was indeed his old acquaintance and friend,...

He Shenyan was still nearby.

The mage was looking at him with a suppressed smile. His face was still calm and his expression did not fluctuate, but Geralt only needed to look at those smiling eyes to understand what he was thinking.

Lott sighed in his heart. He turned his head with a complicated expression.

"Tavia, listen, I'm a witcher, not a prostitute, okay? Sometimes I really have to make sure I look like a witcher, not a beggar or something."

Geralt said a few words and turned the matter in another direction: "Speaking of which, why are you here? I thought you worked in the store."

"work?"

The woman he called Tavia had wheat-colored skin and long black hair that hung like a waterfall on her shoulders. In this era, there were about 100 women who did not tie their hair or wrap their hair.

Two careers.

One is a prostitute. The other is a sorceress. And this Tavia is obviously the former.

Geralt has no discrimination against their career choices. He knows that people will not do this if they have choices, unless you are a night demon, which is another matter.

Tavia laughed: "Fool, you haven't been to Novigrad for a long time! I'm retired!"

"retire?"

Geralt raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You mean you paid off your debt?"

"More than that, in fact, I found that I was quite talented in singing. One night, Mr. Alphonse Willie came to the store to have fun. I happened to be singing. He was very excited, so he immediately canceled the debt and provided financial support.

I entered university to study, specializing in vocal music - although this course has not been open for a long time, the teacher is quite capable."

Tavia winked playfully: "I learned a lot there."

"Alphonse Willy?"

Geralt said unexpectedly: "Is this the person I thought you were? Or are you kidding me?"

They were busy chatting, and He Shenyan stood aside, holding a blue gem in his hand.

No one discovered it, even though its beauty was intoxicating. It was held grandly in the hands of the mage, and the setting sun added millions of brilliance to it. The gems reflected the setting sun, making it refract thousands of times in the air.

Hundreds of different colors.

"Not this year..." He whispered to himself, a blue light flashing in his eyes. "White ship, white ship. Find an era when the white ship just arrived at the shore."

In his field of vision, the place in front of him was not Novigrad.

It was a wild world thousands of years ago. At that time, it was an empty land, with unnamed towering trees overhead, and some strange creatures crawling on the ground. Stones had not yet formed, and the soil was still soft. Humans

Has not appeared yet.

The gem continued to spin in his hands - non-stop, spinning. Persistent people always do this, they will dig deep for a little thing. But what he is doing now can be said to turn the whole world upside down.

I have to find that point in time, but the question is, where is it?

He Shenyan's expression gradually became calmer. He had the patience and time to complete this matter. However, it was obviously not a good idea to do this on the street. A man passed by him, and his mental tentacles passively

captured his thoughts.

"Found it, the white-haired demon hunter..."

The mage opened his eyes, and the chatter between Geralt and his old friend once again reached his ears. At the same time, a man in ragged clothes was walking with his back to him and was squeezing into the crowd.