Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Their conversation went on for a long time, covering almost everything from human geography to Geralt's views on wizards. There were more and more wine bottles on the table, and the witcher was indeed an alcoholic. There was no excuse for that. He almost drank the stock the mage brought with him.

Fortunately, this kind of alcohol has little stamina, otherwise He Shenyan would have to prevent Geralt from vomiting suddenly. He didn't want the vomit to stain his floor.

The witcher shook his head. It was late at night, and sleepiness came over him. He asked, "Do you have a place to sleep here?"

"Of course. But you may have to wait."

The witcher was a little confused. He saw the mage take out a golden pocket watch from his bosom, press it, and a soft white light suddenly lit up in the dark room. The pendant on his chest began to vibrate, and the witcher felt the buoyant feeling that is characteristic of drinking away from him quickly, even the exhaustion from the long journey.

The mage shouted upstairs: "Andrea! It's time to meditate!"

A girl's crisp voice came from upstairs: "Got it! Teacher, come right away!"

Geralt heard the dragging of chairs, the sound of shoes touching the floor. He turned his head to see a girl with flaxen hair coming down the stairs. She is not a famous beauty like the bald man said. It might even be called ugly, but her eyes made a deep impression on the witcher.

Farmers and stupid people don't have that look, they may be cunning and know how to swindle other people's money. But it is definitely not like this girl, who can give people a calm feeling with her eyes. But at first glance, the witcher decided that the girl's future achievements would never be low.

"This is my friend, a witcher, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt rose from his chair and bowed pompously. I got a "what the hell are you doing" expression from the mage, and the girl squeezed the corners of her skirt nervously. She also bowed and said in a low voice, "Hello, Mr. Geralt. My name is Andrea. Yes... yes..."

Before she finished the second half of her sentence, she kept glancing in the direction of the mage. He Shenyan laughed helplessly, and he finished the second half of the sentence with Andrea: "It's my student."

"This Mr. Geralt was invited by your father, and he wants this gentleman to take you back."

Hearing that this matter was related to her father, Andrea's expression became calm. Her voice was still low, but this time she was very firm: "You can go back and tell him that I won't go back and let him sell me to that bastard. He only thought about money, but he didn't think that the bastard was better than me. Forty years older, and beaten to death three wives!"

Geralt nodded, and he turned to cast a questioning look at the mage.

The mage shook his head: "A local businessman...has a record in this regard. He has never been caught, or he has a special relationship with the sheriff."

Geralt bared his teeth: "Many times I've accepted the entrustment of demon spirits, and they are all transformed from women who were beaten to death by their husbands. These bitches beat their wives when they were drunk, and they were angry. He beat his wife too, without caring about the oath he swore in front of Goddess Meritelli when they got married, damn scum..."

The mage commented: "Everyone has an element of violence, Geralt. It's the animal nature in us, and it can't be changed. But normal people can control their animal nature, while others can't."

"It's just beasts."

"Stop talking. Come here, Andrea, how are you feeling today?"

The girl walked up to him, the mage hooked his fingers, and a comfortable purple velvet armchair appeared in place. The girl sat up. As before, she closed her eyes and began to communicate with magic. At the same time, she replied, "It feels good, teacher. But I don't quite understand what you said about magic communicating with reality..."

"Wait until the first time you cast a spell successfully,

You will understand. Now, relax. ' the mage instructed.

The witcher asked softly, "Am I leaving?"

"No need, just be quiet. Watching the process is also good for the magic in you."

"Magic? The sigil used by the witcher is cast by our bodies..." Geralt said inexplicably.

The mage said the last sentence, and then fell silent: "Everyone has magic in their bodies...just a more or less difference."

The soft white light in the room began to gather, and just watching them move made Geralt feel a surge of excitement. He clutched his chest, wondering why it made his heart beat faster.

The white light gathered above the girl's head, and they began to dance, guarding her head like a crown. And Andrea, who had started meditating, was unaware of it.

Geralt's heart beat faster and faster, and he even began to feel palpitations. Those white lights became brighter and brighter until they reached a certain critical point and disappeared, and complex patterns appeared out of thin air on the girl's forehead. The lines are beautiful and simple, and it looks quite mysterious. Immediately after, it started to glow.

Like those white lights, it also started to light up, flickering with the girl's breathing. It went on for about half an hour. The mage pushed the girl with his psychic tentacles, awakening her from meditation. At this moment, the pattern on her forehead disappeared.

Andrea looked at the mage uneasily, and she asked in a low voice, "Teacher, I seem to have done something wrong. I didn't feel anything this time, I just felt like I slept..."

The mage smiled reassuringly: "No, you did well. It's nothing special. Now drink some milk and go to bed. You have a whole set of exam questions to do tomorrow."

The girl did as she was told, ran up the stairs and disappeared.

Geralt watched her go away before asking, "What did you just do?"

"Help her meditate, isn't that obvious?" The mage replied nonchalantly, as if he didn't hear what the witcher was referring to.

"No no no, the one you just made... my pendant is about to fly!"

"Well, it's just a very ordinary gathering spell. It can help her go further on the road of magic in the future, nothing special." The mage took this matter lightly, he snapped his fingers, and the hall The scene inside began to change. The original stove and long table disappeared, replaced by a neat and clean room.

The interior decoration is not very luxurious, it can even be said to be simple, but Geralt is also not used to those exaggerated houses. On the contrary, it feels good to him.

The wizard went to the door, he opened it, and the witcher saw a dark sky full of stars. The mage went out, closed the door, and left the witcher a low good night.

Geralt stood there, looking at the ordinary white wooden door, thinking for ten minutes whether he should open the door and take a look. But in the end, he decided to sleep peacefully.