Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The banquet, which consisted of only a pot of soup and crusty bread, continued into the afternoon. Although the ingredients were not abundant and the drinks were not top-notch, everyone present was very happy. Especially Vesemir, Geralt felt that he had not been so happy for many years, the beard on his face was shaking, and he kept telling stories of the adventures of his youth.

Geralt has basically been eating Hesse, and Vesemir's soup is very good. This time, he deliberately put less salt, the large pieces of mutton floated up and down, and with spices, he ate four loaves of soup in one go before stopping. Anderson didn't give in too much. It was when he was growing up, and he also passed the green grass trial. His appetite is much larger than that of ordinary people.

That pot of mutton soup was basically solved by the two of them. The mage and Vesemir didn't eat much, they both kept drinking.

The old man's face was flushed, he suddenly raised the wine bottle in his hand, stood on the chair, and sang an ancient song aloud. He Shenyan listened carefully, and the lyrics were to the effect that a young man from the Skellige Islands went out to sea in order to win the heart of a local young woman, vowing to kill a whale by himself and come back as a gift for her.

However, in the process, the young people saw all kinds of dangers, tsunamis, storms, water ghosts, and ghosts under the water. With courage and love, he came to the end, saved a life, but did not catch a whale.

The song came to an abrupt end here, with no indication of the ending. Vesemir sat down tremblingly, drinking so much that even the witchers' mutated immune circulatory system couldn't keep him awake. The drunk old man looked at the rebuilt hall of Kyle Morhan, and tears suddenly appeared in his eyes. He started muttering to himself, saying one name after another.

whose name is it? No one asked aloud.

Anderson put down the food in his hand and took the old man back to his room to rest. The two sitting in the hall could hear his voice getting farther and farther away, still reciting their names without interruption.

deceased person.

Geralt said suddenly, "Do you remember that prophecy of yours?"

"Remember."

Geralt raised his head, half a loaf of bread in his hand, and said in an aria-like tone: "In the dark night, white wolves will meet young black wolves. They will cross the storm and cross the ocean. They will recast the glory of the past, and they will search the whole world for a swallow... The black wolf will be dying, even dying..."

"Now, I have found the black wolf, and he was indeed born in the dark. But I don't understand one thing, ho. Will the prophecy really come true?" He kept his eyes fixed on the mage as he spoke.

The five fingers of the Master's right hand tapped the table, and he pondered for a while: "It depends on how you look at this issue. Some people are in a state of panic after receiving the prophecy, for fear that their fate will be as tragic as the prophecy. Others They don't take it to heart at all, they just go about their business as usual. The prophecy will come true, but how it will come true, you can't decide."

"Do you want to listen to my advice?" the mage asked.

Geralt nodded, then forked a piece of lamb from the bowl and ate it. The mage could see that he was a little nervous.

"My advice is, don't take the prophecy too seriously, and of course, don't ignore it completely."

"It's human, Geralt. You may not believe it when you say it, but I never believe in fate, past or future. You know what I believe? I believe in human. And, if true If there is a so-called god of fate...then she must be an ugly and vicious old woman."

The wizard's abrupt turn made the witcher choke. He finally swallowed the mutton. He laughed and said, "I agree with you. If the god of fate really exists, then she must be a cousin."

He brought up another thing after a moment of silence: "You know...do you know who Anderson's mother is?"

"do not know.

But I'd like to hear about it. "

"Remember the inn where I was staying in Livia? She was the sister of the innkeeper. A very good girl, now a well-known scholar."

Geralt didn't know where to start, and while Anderson didn't come back, he simply recounted the whole thing about Poles Manor. When talking about the man who suddenly appeared and Virya, who was pregnant after being kidnapped, he said: "I found out later that the man I killed in the manor was the bastard who kidnapped her. From then on, I Begin to doubt everything."

The mage turned his head slightly, looked behind him, and said calmly, "Did you discuss with her when you took her child away?"

"...No. But her brother agreed."

"Her brother isn't herself, Geralt."

"I know, I know... but a girl with a child, how do you want her to live?" Geralt's lips turned white.

He Shenyan said lightly: "You are not her, Geralt. No one has the right to make decisions for another person, even for her own good. Besides... you are actually selfish, right?"

The wizard's words made the witcher bow his head, and he was silent for a while before saying, "Yes."

"Recasting the glory of the past... It seems to be my problem, Geralt. I really shouldn't have made that prophecy on a whim." He Shenyan shook his head.

Geralt pursed his lips tightly, but he didn't speak.

The soup in the pot has bottomed out. The chunks of mutton were eaten, leaving only a few bones floating in it alone.

The Master continued: "What do you want to do when you suddenly mentioned this matter?"

"I want to find Verya..."

"And then? You took her newborn baby without a word. Now sixteen years later, are you taking him back?"

"I know what I'm doing is very..."

Anderson, who suddenly walked out, interrupted what Geralt wanted to say, and the black-haired boy said calmly, "I have no opinion, Mr. He."

"Anderson..." The witcher looked at his face, a little guilty.

Anderson just gave a reassuring smile. "I don't blame you, Geralt. Maybe my mom and I didn't want to leave each other, but the truth was that she couldn't survive with me, and she had to be looked down upon."

The mage sighed, this was the second time he had done so today.

He said, "Okay, since you both think the same thing, then hurry up and eat and get dressed. Let's go find your mother."