Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?

Geralt dealt with Tavia's words absently. He had the ability to do this, and his paralyzed face could in most cases avoid all problems in interpersonal communication.

You have no money? I don't care, I am a demon hunter, if you don't give me money I will kill your whole family.

This set of words is always useful. For those who really have no money, Geralt will not take half of their money from them. And now, he is using this face to deal with a woman, a woman who is lucky enough to be back on the right path.

poor woman.

Her sponsor was a villain who was seriously injured by him thirty years ago.

He is not dead? Unbelievable, for thirty years... According to my memory, the underground forces in the city of Novigrad undergo a major reshuffle every five years, and he actually

Can it still stand today?

"Can you believe it? Geralt, he actually gave me all the money. At first, I thought he just wanted to have a long-term relationship with me, but he didn't even touch me. He even pushed me away like a gentleman.

What else can you say after opening it? This is a waste and blasphemy of your singing talent..."

Tavia's smile gradually turned bitter: "The problem is, Geralt. In the twenty-three years of my life before I met him, no one told me that you could sing. I was just a high-end prostitute.

"

It may not be a good choice to talk about this kind of topic on the street. Many people have already looked at them strangely.

Geralt took a step forward and gently hugged her shoulders. The Yaksi seal activated in an instant, stabilizing her mood. Then, the witcher told her - "It's time for you to go home, Tavia."

.You have vocal lessons tomorrow, don’t you?”

"Yes, yes..." the poor girl said in a daze. "I was going home, but I just came to say hello when I saw you... You are one of them

The only one who won't scold me or hit me, thank you, Geralt."

The demon hunter watched her leaving in silence for a long time, even long enough for He Shenyan to put away his gem.

"Is the conversation over?" he asked.

"We're done talking." He nodded.

"Then it's time to get down to business, Geralt. Someone is looking for you in the city."

"Find me?"

"yes."

The mage nodded: "Looking for you."

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"Your name is?"

"Francis Bellin. Sir, you can just call me Bellin."

Jack looked at the man in front of him who had been chosen as the unlucky one by Walpole, and threw another money bag to him: "This is the other part of the money that was agreed upon. In addition..."

He hesitated for a while, and then said the painting: "I'm going to talk too much, but you'd better take this money and leave here."

A trace of surprise flashed across Beilin's eyes, and to Jack's surprise, he quickly understood why Jack said this: "...I was chosen to be the scapegoat, right? Ah, I still

I thought this was a good job to make money."

His analysis was perfect: "By doing this, he doesn't have to offend Mr. Alphonse, nor the people who stand with the Sword Group, and he can even get his own house back. All he needs is my death. That's great."

plan."

And this plan was exactly mine.

Looking at his face, Jack did not say these words.

"Run while you can." Jack sat back in his chair. "If you really want to survive, never get involved with anything in Novigrad again. This place is worse than shit."

"I am of the opposite opinion, sir."

Francis Bellin, this unknown little man, pulled up a chair and sat down. He began to talk as if he had no idea who the man sitting opposite him was.

Jack Tarling. Over the past twenty years, he has killed two hundred and seventeen people in Novigrad. He is one of the reasons why Alphonse Willy is alive today.

--Sometimes, one of these can be removed.

"Sir, this place is really bad. Even the officials in the city government are like this. They make money but never want to make the place better. I mean, they are now starting to fight with swords just to make money.

The people in the group cooperated, which I can’t stand.”

A little man was saying that he couldn't stand it, as if he could change something. Jack didn't notice that there was a smile on his lips.

He nodded: "Go on."

"I'm a beggar, one of Mr. Walpole Royin's men. We share an intelligence network, so you can listen - in the five years the Swordsmen have been here, the city has received a total of

There were 1,723 kidnappings, not one of which was solved. Where did those people go? No one knows."

The beggar nodded to him: "They are trafficking in humans. If this is an industrial chain, then Novigrad is the supplier. This place sucks, it is true, but I was born here...

...I am a beggar, yes, but at least I have some bottom line."

"So, what do you want to do?" Jack asked with interest.

Francis Bellin's answer was swallowed in his stomach, because a man ran into the room where they were. His cheek was swollen and one of his hands was broken.

He knocked down the table and lay on the ground wailing softly.

Jack Tarling stood up abruptly, and at the same time, a demon hunter and a man in black robes also entered the room.

"Ah, I found it." The man in black robe said softly. "Francis Bellin-well, I have a question. Do you have anything to do with my friend Geralt?"

He turned his head again and looked at Jack Tarling, with a flash of blue light in his eyes: "Maybe it would be better to ask you directly. Mr. Jack Tarling, what does your boss Alphonse Willy want from my friend Geralt?

thing?"

Jack Tallin's hand that was about to hold the knife stopped, not because he didn't want to continue, but because some kind of force forced him to stop. Then, his body began to sit down little by little involuntarily. During the whole process, his mind

I didn't even have the idea of ​​'sit down', but wanted to stand up and resist something like that.

But none of them have been implemented.

Jack Tarling sat on the chair sweating profusely, opened his lips, and involuntarily began to tell Alphonse Willy's plan. It was something he would never say before he died: "He wants Geralt to

Do him a favor."

"Interesting, Hawthorne asked me for help?"

Geralt turned to look at He Shenyan: "This is really the funniest joke I've heard this year, even funnier than the ones Regis said."

"Then what does he want to do with me?"

Jack's lips and tongue continued to move: "He wants to cooperate with you to drive the Swordsmen out of the city."

"...This joke is funnier than the previous one."