Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Change? Well, Ho."

Geralt heard something else from his tone. The witcher stood up and asked suspiciously: "You didn't actually go to have fun at all, did you?"

"If killing can be considered a pastime, I think I've already had it."

"Every time you talk like that, I feel like I'm talking to a psychopath."

He Shenyan looked around, pointed at the corpses on the ground and Geralt, who was sitting in the pile of corpses as if nothing had happened, and then shrugged.

He didn't say anything, but it seemed like he said everything.

Geralt sighed and stood up.

"So, what's next?" he asked. "What are we going to do? Frankly speaking -"

"—We do nothing, Geralt."

"What did you say?"

"I said, let's do nothing."

"...That's not your style."

Geralt sat down again and asked puzzledly: "What are you thinking about?"

The mage came to him and did not choose to cast a spell to create a clean chair. Instead, he also found a stone and sat down. He said: "Geralt, I just realized one thing."

"What?"

"Do you remember the Lady of the Lake? The green-skinned lady."

"The lady who spent the night with you and then left me alone?"

"...It's okay if you don't mention this kind of thing. In short, she is not only active in your world. Her race is called nymph - this is a naturally powerful race. Anyway, the fairy in the lake

Sejani is much stronger than me. Logically speaking, they can do whatever they want."

"Who can stop them? They are no different from gods in most worlds. But this race has a self-restraint oath. They will never interfere with the self-operation of any world. What this sentence means is, no matter what

No matter what choice people in this world make, whether they kill each other or work together, they will not stop them."

He Shenyan narrated calmly, while Geralt listened quietly.

"I didn't understand it before, but now, I have realized why. The reason is actually very simple, they are too strong - the strong will use simple methods to do the right thing. For some people, overthrowing the king is as difficult as ascending the throne.

God, but for me, I just have to move my fingers.”

The mage spread his hands: "Look, now you should realize the source of the problem. People like us will not choose to do the right thing the hard way. Strength itself is a source of confidence. If I want to save

This world, or this city, still needs to discuss with anyone, or even be humble..."

"Then what do I need this power for?"

"So, if it's me or the fairy in the lake who takes action, you will see two results today. The first is that we take action directly, make everyone passively stop fighting, and then warn everyone not to do it again, leaving a trace in the world.

It’s a bold stroke of color.”

"The second is the secret method - such as secretly killing all the people who deserve to be killed and saving all the people who deserve to be saved... But there is essentially no difference between that and the first method. They are all the same.

'Deus Ex Machina' way."

"So, if something similar happens next time...will the people in Novigrad choose to give up resistance and just pray to me?"

Geralt found himself unable to answer this question.

He really couldn't answer - because he knew the answer, but he didn't dare to say it.

They will definitely pray to him. This is for sure. When people encounter difficult things, their first reaction is always to avoid them. There are too few people who dare to face difficulties, pitifully few. Otherwise, how could there be so many religions in the world?

And He Shenyan's narrative continues.

"Then, if they choose not to resist because they pray to me...then their death will be attributed to me. Now, there are two choices before me. The first is

I kept showing up and answering their prayers. Secondly, I turned a blind eye to it."

"Both are too troublesome, and neither suits me. I don't want to choose either. You see, Geralt, this is a kind of freedom - I can choose. And those people in shantytowns and slums.

.....They don’t have this opportunity.”

He Shenyan stood up, and a portal opened in front, with their hotel room behind it.

"What I want to do now is to give them a choice. I want to try to let them understand that besides kneeling to the king and praying to the gods, there is a third option."

Geralt saw that his eyes were shining. It was not the blue light caused by magic power, but the strong will that had almost condensed into substance - "The third option, Geralt. They can still rely on themselves."

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Jack Tarling repeated his workflow one more time, but this time it didn't work.

Enter the house with a weapon, kill people, then burn the house down - stuck at the last step.

Jack originally wanted to use a torch to light the bed placed by the gangsters on the ground. According to his experience, the place would burn down quickly. However, he heard some screams coming from under the floor.

He frowned, walked over, and stamped the floor with his feet. The hollow echo made his face look ugly. This was a gang station in the city, and it was considered the 'apartment' of their thugs. They and the Sword Group

There's a collaboration, so...what's going to be underneath this?

Jack stood up and shouted towards the other side of the room. Soon, four or five men with weapons in their hands ran over. One of them asked: "What's wrong, boss?"

"Don't call me boss. You can call me sir or other titles. This word is used to call Mr. Alphonse. Do you understand? Forget it, Tali... you haven't changed it after all these years."

Jack shook his head and called the man he called Tali to come over. The two squatted down. Jack took out a dagger from his waist and stuck it in the gap in the floor. Tali repeated the above process. Their muscles exerted force at the same time.

,Then, the floor was opened.

An indescribable smell immediately surfaced.

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Tali was coughing while trying to stay away from the hole that appeared on the floor. Jack was much calmer. As if he didn't smell the smell at all, he continued to exert force with his hands, and in three strokes, five divided by two, the floor near the hole was completely covered.

Removed.

They were apparently disassembled and put back together frequently. They were very loose.

When the cave entrance was completely exposed, it was already a huge opening that could accommodate the passage of three people. A staircase appeared in front of them. Jack took the torch handed to him from the tower and shined down.

Several pairs of eyes looked at them helplessly in the darkness - at first, Tali thought they were mice. But when he could see clearly what was in the darkness...he jumped away like crazy.