Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?
6. God helps those who help themselves
"I...I believe."
The Master nodded: "There is a saying that seeing is believing, do you want to see it?"
"No!" He answered very neatly.
"Fine. Get out now, and never come back. If you show up near my tower one more time, I'll kill you and take your soul out of the dung bucket."
The man quickly got up, and he quickly left with the villagers covered in excrement. Geralt walked over to the mage, and he said, "I thought you were going to kill him directly."
"No, normally, I wouldn't do that." The mage's tone was calm, and he didn't even look angry at all.
This made Geralt a little surprised. He looked at the lawyer and asked, "This is not like the you I know."
"Geralt, Geralt. Hey, my friend. What kind of image do you think I am? A demon who kills at the first word?"
"That's what people like him do, and it's nothing special, Geralt. You can't expect people who've spent their whole lives with mud and pigsties to be kind and polite. Actually, it's just no war. I bet, Each of them has a rusted sword or two hidden in the basement or in the chest under the bed, just waiting for the war to go out and loot."
"You seem to know a lot about history."
"It's just a superficial personal understanding. Farmers can't get enough to eat... they choose to do these things. There is no way, people must have something to eat to survive. Survival is the first instinct of human beings. They can't even get enough to eat, so how can you ask them to be polite and virtuous?"
The mage paused, then said, "And I also think there's no need to be angry with him. It's not himself who caused him to become like this."
"Philosophy again?" Geralt said with a narrow smile.
"It's not philosophy...my friend." The wizard laughed too, but a calm followed. The look on his face was something Geralt could not forget for many years: "This is a very heavy, very serious topic."
For some reason, the witcher wanted to keep listening. Noticing his expression, the mage continued to speak.
"Look, Geralt. People know what it's like to be hungry when they're born. Babies cry most of the time because of hunger. It's human nature. You don't have time until you're full. Think about other things with Yu Yu. And these peasants, they have worked in the fields all their lives, and 80% of the income they make must go to the king, and they even have to pay taxes on festivals. In case of war..."
"Tsk tsk, that scene...I read a book recently. It's called The History of the Redania War, and the author has a sentence that really impressed me. He said: 'According to incomplete statistics, as soon as the war begins, and When the kings can't find mercenaries. The peasants lose their sons, and then because of the lack of labor, they can't pay the rent. So some of them choose to be robbed and hanged, and others Take loan sharks, and the rest starve to death.'"
"So in your opinion, how can this kind of thing be changed?" Geralt knew that what he said was true, and every word the mage said was filled with heavy blood. Demon hunters have visited all over the world over the years. During the war, not only dead people are everywhere, but even monsters will haunt and hunt for food everywhere.
"It can't be changed, at least not now."
"You can't either?"
"I can, Geralt. Of course I can just wave my hand and let the kings of the world all die and rule them all myself. Make sure everyone has a good and happy life... But the question is, if I left? Besides, do you think I'm the one who would do this?"
The mage didn't let the topic continue, he just waved his hand to signal that the topic was over.
The last words he said made Geralt ponder for a long time: "I can't lead people forward as a god, they have to lead themselves. Geralt."
"God helps those who help themselves."
They parted in front of the tower, and Geralt decided to stay with the mage for a while. But he had to go and get his horse back. So the mage returned to the tower by himself.
He pushed open the door.
"Although I'm glad you worked so hard... Andrea, you have to finish your breakfast before you can start practicing."
Hearing the mage's voice, the girl sitting at the long table raised her head in panic. She finished eating the half of the bread left in her hand, and then ran to the mage with the book. Pointing to the paragraph above it and asking, "Teacher, I don't quite understand this paragraph."
The mage looked carefully at the theory about spellcasting, and he explained: "Don't worry too much about these theoretical knowledge, Andrea. Although our spellcasting has very strict gesture control and magic guidance, if you are talented enough, Or you're experienced enough. You can ignore this stuff like I did. Remember, rules are meant to be broken."
He snapped his fingers, and Andrea saw the dinner plate on her table fly into the wizard's hand, gradually transforming into a short wand in a burst of white light. The mage touched his chin, he pondered for a while, and decided not to add those decorations.
He said: "This is... something some of my friends use. They like to use this wand to cast spells, although it's not very clever. But it's quite enough for you. Take it and try to put The magic in you is poured in...you don't have to do anything, you just have to feel."
Andrea did as she was told, trying to relax, but still holding the wand tightly in her hand. The rough touch gave her a different kind of peace of mind. With the infusion of magic power, she felt a strange wave of fluctuations coming through her body. Her hair stood up and down, and the tingling sensation spread from the soles of her feet to her scalp.
But this feeling came and went quickly. The magic formed a small water ball at the tip of the wand, and it floated, clear and transparent. The mage smiled with satisfaction: "Look, you made a water polo by your own instincts without much effort. How does it feel to cast spells?"
"It's...weird, teacher. But I love it."
"Very good, you have entered the door with half a foot. Of course, it is only the first door." The mage ruthlessly took the wand from her hand and pointed to the glass of milk on the table that she had not finished drinking: "Drink it. Then do the practice. Tonight you'll have to go into meditation on your own without my help."
Andrea looked at the wand with longing eyes, but she didn't say anything, just went upstairs after drinking the milk with a bitter face.
The mage watched as her figure disappeared into the stairs.
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