Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"how did you do it?"

"What and how?"

Don't get me wrong, witchers and wizards walk down a lush forest path at night. They're not on outings or anything else. This is the Royal Garden, and they are 'passing the time' here, waiting for the banquet that is about to start.

Geralt didn't wear his breeches and leather armor, but put on a suit that made his skin very uncomfortable. Underwear, shirts, tunics were stacked so tightly that he felt like a pig tied up. He Shenyan was much more relaxed, and his clothes didn't change at all. In other words, his clothes were originally suitable for such occasions.

"How did you manage to let us into the palace for this banquet? Princess Paveta is fifteen years old, and she is going to be married, people in Sintra know it. But how did you bring me in too? My I mean, there's no such thing as a witcher and a princess pairing, even in fairy tales."

He Shenyan shrugged, he stepped on the soft soil, the fallen leaves were crushed under his feet, making a rustling sound, he said: "Just a little trick, Geralt. You see, this banquet is actually deeper. level of meaning."

"what?"

"The Queen is not just about choosing a husband for her daughter, she is actually taking this opportunity to form an alliance with the people of Skellige."

"Where did you get the news?"

"I'm a mage, Geralt. Mage is born to do this." He raised an eyebrow at Geralt, and continued: "But that's not the point, and I don't care about her political demands at all. I Only care about Princess Pavetta."

This time it was the witcher's turn to raise his eyebrows: "You want to be king of Sintra? King Rogner died a few years ago, and the queen doesn't want other companions... You still have this hobby?"

"No, Geralt. I wouldn't be interested in a fifteen-year-old girl at all. That would be too shameless."

"Your words will scold 80% of the people who came to the banquet today."

"Who cares?" The mage smiled indifferently.

"Okay, let's get down to business, Geralt. I'm here for this party, and I even went to the trouble of getting us both identities for one purpose." A red light flashed in his eyes, and the witcher didn't know why. Suddenly I felt a chill all over my body. It wasn't until the mage said the next sentence softly: "...I want to find out the truth about Yanzi."

"swallow?"

"Yes,

You must have heard that prophecy, right? "

"Islinne's prophecy? Don't tell me you believe the old witch too..."

"I haven't seen her, so I don't know if she's an old witch. But as it stands, her predictions are accurate, Geralt. Nothing from a prophet who has been proven true is to be taken lightly, What's more... it's about your world and mine."

Geralt was silent, he had long known that the mage was from another world. He Shenyan never covered up this matter, he even wrote the words "I am from another world" on his face. But he didn't understand, why the banquet was suddenly related to the safety of the world?

At this moment, a waiter came over and bowed respectfully to them. The exaggerated and complicated etiquette made Geralt frown: "Two gentlemen, the banquet is about to start. Do you need me to take you to the banquet hall? "

"No, you don't need to, just do your job." The mage waved his hand and let him leave.

He himself walked in front of Geralt, and walked out of this labyrinth-like royal garden after a few turns. Geralt followed behind him and followed suit. To his surprise, all the guests who came and went all looked at the mage with respect, and some even came up to kiss the back of his hand, but they were all taken by him one by one. Refused.

There was another thing that surprised him even more, no one noticed his cat eyes and grey hair.

The mage walked ahead, his voice drifting from front to back into the witcher's ears: "A little trick, Geralt. The identity I made up for you is my friend, a baron from the east, in his thirties. The bachelor. You might be invited to tea by some ladies after the banquet."

"What about your identity?"

"I am me, a mage."

"Come on, a mage is more than letting them do this. You must have done something else."

The mage smiled mysteriously, and Geralt smacked his tongue again, and he almost wrote the words Riddler to death on his face.

They were the first pair of guests to arrive at the banquet hall, apart from the queen who had already sat on the tall backrest throne.

This banquet hall was splendid in every way, extremely luxurious, and the witcher noticed that even the candle holders were golden, and the armrests of the chairs were even inlaid with emeralds. Noticing their arrival, the queen stood up very happy.

Calanthe was a queen known for her bravery, as famous for her iron fist as for her beauty. It is not without reason that people call her the lioness of Sintra. At least, in Geralt's view, she does have a special temperament.

Her gray hair was meticulously brushed back, in a world where women of all standing and good families would wrap their hair in a headscarf or in a bun. The disheveled hair is a testament to sorceresses and prostitutes. The former is to distinguish themselves in this way, and to confront the world. I won't say much about what the latter means.

Those emerald eyes were filled with joy, she stood up and shouted the mage's name: "Please come and take a seat beside me! Mr. He!"

The mage refused this honor, he smiled politely: "No, thank you for your kindness. But I want to stay with my friend. It is the first time for him to participate in such an occasion, and he is a little uncomfortable."

Calanthe set his sights on Geralt, not knowing what he looked like in the mage's blindfold. But the bright eyes of the queen let him know that at least he was not ugly. The queen smiled at him: "Sit down, sir. If you are Mr. Ho's friend, then you are mine too. I must admit that, given your appearance, you have not yet entered into a marriage contract with any woman. Incredible."

Geralt could only do his best, showing an embarrassed but polite smile.

As he sat down with the mage, he quietly said to him, "What kind of identity have you fabricated for me? Also, what's going on with my face?"

"Your face hasn't changed, Geralt. I just removed your cat's eyes and white hair, and you're a handsome man with dark hair and blue eyes. As for your identity...you were emotionally wounded when you were young, so No more talking to any ladies or even refusing to see them. You spend all day writing poems and pictures in your own room to give to someone long dead."

The witcher was expressionless: "Then I'm really infatuated."