Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Normally, Geralt would not choose to take a walk late at night, but he had no choice now.

First, he had little money and could not afford to go to a brothel.

Secondly, he didn’t want to go back to the reserved room so early. As mentioned earlier, the second floor of that place was a brothel. The Witcher knew that when he went back upstairs, he would definitely see many erotic scenes. As far as he knew, most of the prostitutes

He wouldn't stay overnight. So he decided to go back in the early morning.

At that time, maybe he would be less stimulated.

In this way, he chose to stroll through the streets of Novigrad late at night. Unlike other cities, the lighting braziers in Novigrad would never go out at night. Guards holding halberds stood on various bridges and squares.

Stand guard at the intersection.

Night shift positions are usually relatively relaxed. Not only are they busy and crowded during the day, but the sunshine can sometimes make people drowsy. It is different at night, and they can spend their time freely.

Whether it's chatting together, drinking, playing cards, or even leaving work to hang out in a brothel. These are all things that can happen within the rules - as long as you don't get caught, you can do whatever you want on the night shift.

Except for one situation.

Just something really happened.

Geralt suddenly stopped. Not far ahead, at the end of the cobblestone path, lay the broken body of a man. The cause of his death was a dagger in his chest. He was obviously dead, but his hands and feet were still twitching.

, as if still alive.

"I really hate myself for being a witcher."

Geralt muttered to himself, while pulling out the steel sword and walking forward. The corpse was lying on the ground peacefully. He was not worried that the unlucky guy would suddenly get up and give him a 'surprise'. A dead person is a dead person.

And dead people don't move.

He squatted down and stared at the dagger on the man's chest and the bloody footprints beside him. The man was wearing a sleeveless top, with a tattered cowhide belt around his waist, and the boots on his legs were new. From this point of view,

Look, we can basically rule out the possibility of robbery.

Thieves won't miss a pair of boots like this.

Geralt continued to observe. He stretched out his right hand with a sheepskin glove and used two fingers to slightly pull down the clothes around the man's neck. A tattoo was exposed. It was a dagger dripping with blood. There was no doubt that it was.

This is a gangster.

A vendetta? Or a gang war?

Several questions began to swirl in his brain, and then he heard the sound of footsteps, the sound of iron sheets hitting the cobblestone ground, the sound of the wooden pole of the halberd rubbing against the armor, and of course, the complaints of the guards.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

Geralt immediately stood up, moved away from the corpse, and hid in the grass on the right side of the path. At this time, he was extremely grateful to those who designed the so-called urban landscape.

He heard the soldiers' footsteps stopping in front of the corpse, and then their sighs: "Poor guy, if he dies here, he will have to lie down for several hours before his body is collected. I hope he has money to buy a coffin, otherwise it will be like that."

If you help the ghoul, you might have to dump him in a mass grave outside the city."

"And then get eaten by a real ghoul?"

The second guard who spoke told a lame joke, and the first guard naturally didn't laugh. Geralt could imagine his disapproval. They were silent for a while, and then the first guard continued to speak.

Already.

"I really don't understand. Is Hawthorne crazy? He started a war with three other gangs in the city at the same time. Even the beggars were not spared. Does he think he has an army?"

"Who knows? It has nothing to do with us anyway. Neither the mayor nor the commander ordered us to help. I guess they want to wait and see the results. Whoever wins will help."

"It's better not to say this kind of thing. I know you feel unhappy with the gangsters, but Hawthorne is already considered the more conscientious bastard among them."

"That's ridiculous."

The second guard who spoke muttered: "He was the most bastard in this city more than ten years ago, but now he has become the more conscientious one? Oh, let's go. Let this poor bastard continue to lie here.

Damn it, I hope no drunkard passes by here."

They left, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded away. Geralt stood up from the grass, flicking the leaves off his shoulders with an intriguing expression.

"This is so interesting." He said to himself. "I just arrived in Novigrad and caught up with the gang war within two days? Ha, I should change my career to establish a religion, but I will be unlucky wherever I go."

Geralt shook his head, with the steel sword still in his hand. He returned to your man, looked at his body, and finally sighed. When he threw (most of) the unfortunate guy's body to

Several minutes had passed by the time we were in the grass.

What can you do in a few minutes?

There are several answers below for you to guess.

One, complete a less than ideal self-soothing session.

Second, put on your clothes and run away from your husband who came home.

Third, as soon as I collected the body of a poor bastard, I turned around and heard the sound of an arrow flying.

It was too late to raise his sword to block.

Geralt calmly judged this problem, so he moved his fingers, and Quen's mark formed an orange-yellow shield in place. The arrow missed and hit it, making a sound of steel colliding with steel, and then was bounced away.

His modified night vision allowed him to easily see where the attackers were, how many there were, and what they looked like. The sword tattoos exposed on their chests or arms instantly put Geralt into the mood.

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Here is an interesting anecdote, from Vesemir's oral advice on how civilians can survive.

First, never go near the river at night, water ghosts will kill you.

Second, never stay under the broken bridge, it is one of the favorite lair locations of evil spirits.

Third, if you see a beautiful woman wearing no clothes in the forest at night and letting you pass with a smile on her face, run away.

Fourth, be smart and don't challenge a heavily armed witcher.

However, many people don't understand this.

Geralt took a step forward, and with the explosive power provided by this step, he began to run. Without too much nonsense, there were twelve people in the sword group, each wearing thick leather armor. Five of them held

The guys with bows and arrows or crossbows, the others had either maces or swords in their hands.

While running, he already had a plan. After running, when he came to the first enemy - he raised his sword.

At this time, only seven seconds had passed since those people missed their arrows and hit his Kun shield.

"Pfft——!"

"ah!"

A scream rang out, Geralt turned around and slashed, the blade smoothly drawing a fatal arc in the air. Half of the arm flew up high, and then a head.

With a cruel smile that he didn't realize he had, the witcher licked his lips.

"You really shouldn't mess with me," he said. "I always like to kill you beasts."