Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The sword slashed towards Uchiwon, and there were as many as a dozen soldiers rushing towards him, showing that the queen had a plan. Just as those swords were about to hit him, Pavetta's screams reached their peak.

Then it stopped abruptly.

Realizing what was about to happen, Geralt fell to the ground without hesitation, covering himself under the dining table. He felt a sharp pain in his ears, heard a terrible crash, and exclaimed from many open mouths. Then there was only the quiet, monotonous, haunting cry of the princess.

The table throws dishes and food around, lifts into the air, and swirls. Heavy chairs hovered in the hall or smashed against the walls. Tapestries and curtains were flapping, raising a cloud of dust all over the house. Screams and the muffled sound of the long hooked knife handle breaking like a wooden stick came from the gate.

The throne took Calanse, who was sitting upright, into the air, and flew through the hall like a sharp arrow. Just as she was about to hit the wall, the black-robed mage moved her fingers.

She stopped flying, but the screaming did not stop, and the queen was too frightened to maintain her demeanor. She cried and laughed, pointing at the black-robed mage for a while, saying she loved him and then scolding him.

Pavetta wailed. She cries like a whip, lashing everyone and everything. Anyone who tries to get up falls to the ground, or clings to the wall. Uchiwon was no exception. He fell to the ground, not knowing his life or death.

There was only one person still standing, and that was the black-robed mage himself.

He ignored the magic power that was enough to tear people alive, walked to Pavetta's side like a stroll, put his hand on her shoulder, and patted her softly. But in an instant, she stopped screaming and fell asleep. The flying plates and food fell with a constant noise, and one plate fell on the ugly knight's head.

Geralt would not admit that he was a little happy to see this.

The disaster ceased, the cry of the wounded and the shouts of the people filled the banquet hall again, the black-robed mage raised his hand, he squeezed it hard, and people were horrified to find that they had lost their voices. He patted Pavetta again, and she woke up.

"How are you?"

Pavetta didn't answer. The first thing she did after waking up was to run to Uchiwon who was sitting in the corner at some point. He was leaning against the wall, struggling to take off his blood-stained armor. Not afraid of the hedgehog's thorns, she hugged him deeply, even kissed him, and cried out, "Donny! Oh! My Donny!"

The black-robed mage looked at this scene and shook his head with a smile.

Uchion's monstrous muzzle softened and blurred,

Start to lose the original outline. The spikes and mane rippled into black curls and a beard, and then there was a pale, angular, masculine face with a prominently high nose.

In all fairness, he is very handsome.

"Doni." Pavetta said softly, hugging her lover.

The black-robed mage approached slowly: "Curse, isn't it?"

Calanthe pursed her lips and turned away.

Duny groaned and replied, "Yes, sir. Damn, I was supposed to recover my face at midnight. But His Majesty Calanthe obviously knew about it, and she made the night watchman chime earlier, So when I take off my helmet, I still look like a monster."

The mage looked back at the hall and felt that this was not a good place to speak. So he snapped his fingers. The witcher, he, Calanthe, and the two lovers who were glued together disappeared, leaving only the guests in the hall to look at each other, and it took a moment for them to realize that their voices had been returned.

East Tursec had a gloomy face, which was different from his plan. The man's hand tried to condense magic power, but suffered a small electric shock in the next second. He knew it was a warning.

"Damn..." he mumbled.

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Four chairs were neatly arranged, and the wood in the stove crackled. An air of comfort spreads in this room.

The black-robed mage made a gesture, indicating a few people to sit down and talk. He said lightly: "First, let's talk about you, Calanthe."

The queen's lips were clenched, she was now devoid of bearing, and looked nothing but beauty.

"You know what your husband has promised, and you know the curse on this young man. But you still insist on marrying your daughter to someone else... You are a good queen." The praise made Calanthe look up.

"But you're not a good mother."

He turned his head and said to Duny and Pavetta, "Congratulations first, but Duny's curse has not yet been resolved."

Duny rubbed his temples and said, "This curse has been in me since I was born. I can't find the reason for the curse, and I don't know who put the curse. From midnight to dawn, I was an ordinary person, but after dawn... You all saw it"

"My father Expark wanted to cover it up because the people of Mechet were superstitious. They believed that the presence of magic and curses in the royal family meant the end of the dynasty. So one of my father's knights took me out of court. , raised me up. The two of us traveled the world—we were the traveling knight and his squire.”

"After he died, I traveled alone. I was told - I can't remember who - that an accidental birth would save me from the curse. I met Rogner shortly after. You know the rest. already."

Pavetta cuddled in her lover's arms while he spoke, looked at him with eyes of reliance and trust, and touched his face comfortingly.

"It's just a simple curse, I can solve it for you, Donny." The wizard just snapped his fingers, and a ray of green light flashed. Although no vision had happened, Duny's ecstatic face had proved it all.

"You!" He put down Pavetta in his arms and knelt down on one knee: "You!"

He was speechless, only jumping out word by word, tears welling up in his eyes: "I really don't know what to say..."

"Don't think I'm so noble, Donny." The mage held his face, his eyes were deep, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness. For some reason, Calanthe, who had been staring at him, saw a ray of red light flashing. She thought she was wrong.

Duny was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted: "Of course! Of course! I'm a grateful person!" When he said this, he turned his head and glanced at Calanthe.

"Then." The mage smiled with satisfaction. He said, "What I'm asking for is simple, Donny. Not unlike what you're asking for the queen's husband. The law of accident."

"What? But, but, Pavetta?" Duny turned to look at Pavetta as if asking for help, and the latter's blushing face made him realize something.

The mage's cold laughter came from the back of his head: "You young people should really pay attention, Donnie, she is only fifteen years old."