Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Is it that serious?"

Geralt was a little surprised. He had rarely seen He Shenyan judge someone so coldly.

"I gave her my spellcasting methods - from meditation, to the basic application of spells at all levels, and even how to operate my mental power - completely to her during the last meeting. So, if she really can't handle it,

them......"

He Shenyan made a gesture: "Then it would be better for her to die, Geralt."

"Isn't she your apprentice or something?"

"Is that just a deal, apprentice? She is not my apprentice. Andrea is my apprentice. She has all the talents to become a mage. She is patient, confident, and has a high talent for magic. At the same time, she is my apprentice.

With all these talents, you also have the most basic empathy as a human being."

"Is she that good?"

"It's just that good."

He Shenyan nodded solemnly: "It's no exaggeration, Geralt. In the future, you will see her name in the history books, believe me."

"Okay, let's not mention your excellent apprentice. What if this Francesca survives their pursuit?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

He Shenyan spread his hands: "The deal between me and her was completed a long time ago, and saving her this time was just a casual act. In fact, if I wanted her to die, I would kill her as well. But, no

That’s necessary.”

He shook his head: "She's just a poor person who doesn't know what she's pursuing. Everyone has their own ambitions. I can't force her to pursue the true meaning of magic like me. But she can't bury what I taught her. If she survives, she will have it.

When everything dies, there is nothing. It’s simple, that’s it.”

Geralt looked at him strangely. For a long time, the witcher also shook his head: "Your attitude towards outsiders and apprentices is really completely different."

"Of course."

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By noon that day, the riots that broke out in various places in Novigrad had almost subsided.

The guards acted very quickly. In this 'war', they did not let go of any gang members. Except for those Hawthorne's men who were actually helping them destroy the Sword Regiment, all the other gangs

Was swept away.

Just like their casino was burned to the ground, they also disappeared.

Nowadays, there is only one gang leader in Novigrad - Alphonse Willy, Hawthorne.

At this moment, he was sitting opposite Bach Jonas. The two sat face to face, with smiles on each other's faces.

"I'm always happy to see heroes like you who are doing harm to the people, Captain Bach. Novigrad is so lucky to have a guard captain like you. If it weren't for you, the civilians might not know that Novigrad is

There are so many people who have been trafficked.”

"To each other, Mr. Willy. Businessmen and art patrons like you are the mainstay of Novigrad. You have many businesses under your command, control the largest auction house in the city, and even a bank. With such money,

We can build a new Novigrad."

Hawthorne smiled, and then - the smile completely disappeared from his face and was wiped clean. It was as if someone had wiped a circle on his face with an eraser, leaving only the original,

The calmest expression.

"Let's talk frankly, Captain Bach. I know what you are thinking. You just think that I, Alphonse Willy, started this war to kill everyone else so that I can annex and control them.

Business. I can tell you clearly that if it were just casinos and brothels, I would probably take over."

He stared at Bach Jonas closely with his old hawk-like eyes, and said word by word: "It is impossible for me to be a human trafficker. I can take my mother's

Swear by name, by any god you know."

"I will never fucking do such a thing - so, Captain Bach Jonas, you can go back to the mayor now. Tell him that there will be no so-called sharp swords in Novigrad from now on.

The gang and their dirty business, tell him to be careful and bring more people with him when traveling at night, because I know he has received their money."

"You really don't take me seriously at all, Hawthorne."

Bach bluntly called him his nickname, and the guard captain's eyes no longer held a trace of smile: "You said such threatening words to the mayor in front of a guard captain?"

"I said it, and if you didn't hear it clearly, I can do it again."

"Don't pretend to be a hero, Hawthorne." Bach Jonas said disgustedly. "You are just one of those scum, nothing special. You just have an extra bottom line. Do you think you are open?"

Casinos make other people bankrupt and force their wives to become prostitutes. How noble are you yourself?"

"I have never considered myself a noble person."

Hawthorne faced his accusations calmly: "To be honest, Captain Bach. I have never thought about it like this. I know very well what kind of person I am. I will definitely go to hell after I die. This is not even

I need you to tell me that the goddess Meriteri will probably chop my filthy soul into pieces."

"But let me tell you - Captain Bach. I am a scumbag, that's true. But you, and this city, everyone should thank me!"

Hawthorne stood up from the chair, veins popped out on his neck, and his old face turned into a wolf-like appearance in an instant, but his voice remained calm: "I was the one who took the fucking lead in stopping the sword regiment! Guards

Captain! Ah, captain of the guard! Why did you let a scumbag take the lead?"

The scene fell into silence for a while. Bach Jonas clenched his hands tightly, but he said nothing. After a while, he slowly spoke.

"...This city should indeed thank you for this matter, but it doesn't change that you are a -"

"——I don't need you to remind me who I am! Damn it!"

Hawthorne suddenly roared: "What's wrong with this city? You, Bach Jonas, captain of the guard! You arrived at the scene two hours after the war started. Why? You and the guards you patrolled were all drunk?"

Need someone to wake you up? It’s so ridiculous, don’t you think it’s ridiculous that gangsters are helping you save people?”

"Do you think I really want this?!"

Bach pushed away the table and stood up. He pointed at Hawthorne's nose and said, "When the mayor and council members all tell you not to take action, what can you do?"

"But you found a way."

Hawthorne once again made his previous rant seem like a joke. He sat down calmly, calmly arranged his clothes, and even lit his pipe. In the rising smoke, he spoke calmly.

"I don't know why you suddenly changed your mind, Captain Bach, and I don't want to know. I'm just here to inform you of one thing. After today, I will officially retire - the underworld in Novigrad and I will no longer

It doesn’t matter at all.”

Bach stared into his eyes, wondering what was wrong with Hawthorne.

"I want to finish this before I die..." Hawthorne leaned on his chair and said calmly. "I must find my hometown, do you understand? I don't have a few years to be good."

After I die, I don’t want to go to hell and have to murmur my father’s name. No, I don’t want that.”

"I will leave the city, and you can handle the rest on your own. It has nothing to do with me anymore. After my death, I will naturally go to the goddess to atone for my sins. In fact, Captain Bach, I did this ten years ago."

Hawthorne laughed: "Do you know who the biggest philanthropist in the city is? The one who gives alms to the poor and distributes free clothes every July..."

He pointed at himself, then stood up and walked to the door. At the last moment when he was about to leave, Hawthorne said: "I hope you can make this city a better place, Captain Bach. At least don't show me again."

Such a person. I am an artist's child, I should have another life, do you understand?"

"When I was first kidnapped to Novigrad, I just wanted to live."

After saying this, Hawthorne opened the door and left.

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The next day, a headline appeared in major newspapers in Novigrad. It occupied the headline that originally belonged to Hawthorne. However, the name that appeared on the headline had the same surname as Hawthorne.

"Cyprian Willy brutally murdered his father! Alphonse Willy! His father was a Novigrad underworld tycoon, known as Hawthorne. It is reported that the incident was probably because the old Hawthorne planned to quit

Jianghu, but had no intention of passing his position to Cyprian Willy, so this scumbag killed his father without hesitation!"

"Exclusively reported by the Novigrad Gazette."

Geralt put down the newspaper and felt a little sad, but he didn't feel sympathy for Hawthorne. He had done so many bad things, and dying at the hands of his son seemed to be some kind of karmic retribution.

Sitting on the sofa, the witcher shook his legs happily: "He, have you read the newspaper?"

The mage's voice came from the back room: "What newspaper?"

"Alphonse Willy is dead! The one I told you about, his son killed him!"

"...I have no impression. Why are you talking about this?"

"I thought you knew."

"It's not like I know everything—ah, damn it!"

He Shenyan suddenly roared: "Geralt, bring me a glass of water, please."

The witcher rolled his eyes and stood up from the sofa. He felt like a servant. But he still poured a glass of water honestly, even though he didn't understand why He Shenyan didn't move his fingers and turn it into a glass of water.

Until he opened the door and went in.

"Vesemir and his beard are up there!" Geralt almost screamed. "What are you doing?!"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

This chapter is 3k. I’m so sleepy that I can’t stand it anymore. I’m going to bed now.

I owe 1k and I will apologize tomorrow.