Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Returning to Kaer Mohan, the mage took a deep breath of the air here. It was one of the few places where he could feel at ease. There was the sound of horse hooves behind him, and the mage looked back, and the turnip he turned into a dragon horse was running towards him quickly.

Radish stopped in front of him and cupped the Mage's palm with his forehead affectionately. It lowered its head again and motioned for the mage to mount up.

"Oh, thank you for your kindness. But I'm afraid I don't have time to go out for a run with you now. Why don't I do it this way." The mage rejected it with a smile, and the radish's ears drooped listlessly, and stood up again because of the mage's words .

He Shenyan turned sideways to let Ruiwen, who was very curious about this place after her birth, say, "Take her out for a walk, how about it? This is my apprentice, you two should get along well."

The girl took a step forward, she stretched out her right hand like a mage, and the radish quietly pressed her forehead against her palm. Then he lowered his head again, and a force lifted Ruiwen up and gently placed it on its back. The radish chirped happily, spread his legs and disappeared in place.

Looking at its leaving back, He Shenyan smiled. Then walked into the door of Kyle Morhan.

It was quiet here, and in the hall sat a dark-haired lady, beautiful, with violet eyes and black curly hair. She was dressed in black, reminiscent of a December morning.

Next to her sat a familiar witcher, Geralt. The witcher was wearing a light shirt, and he smiled pleasantly and whispered to the lady from time to time.

"Cough." The mage coughed deliberately, and the witcher immediately sat up straight. He looked back, but relaxed again.

"Damn, He, why didn't you say a word when you came back? I thought Vesemir came back!"

"What? Are you afraid of seeing Vesemir?"

"No, he took Anderson out to accept the commission. The stubborn old man didn't want me to take him." Geralt began to complain again, and he always seemed to have endless things to say.

The mage pointed at the lady amusingly: "Won't you introduce me to me?"

"Oh!" Geralt straightened up and said to the woman who stood up: "This is He Shenyan, the powerful mage I mentioned to you. As for this one, it's my... lover. "

The woman did not refute his statement. Instead, she put her arm on Geralt's shoulder: "Hello, Mr. He. I am Yennefer of Vangerberg, a sorceress who has been well-known for a long time. Miss Lansiska mentioned you a lot to me."

"Really? You know her?"

"She's in the limelight now,

She is widely considered to be the most powerful sorceress. I'm curious about this, how did she suddenly have so many new spells? what do you say? Mr. Ho? "

The mage's face was as usual, and he replied, "I don't think it has anything to do with you, Lady Yennefer. I understand the sorceress's natural quest for great power and your quest to get involved in politics. But you'd better get away with it. Use your charm spell, I don't want to make the situation too ugly."

Yennefer's face changed, Geralt raised his eyebrows, he turned his head and asked, "You really used the charm spell on him?"

Yennefer bit her lip and asked, "So what? Are you..."

Geralt pulled his hand from her waist, and the witcher replied nonchalantly, "Answer the question, Yennefer."

The sorceress's face became very ugly. Since she met the witcher in a Dijing incident a few years ago, Geralt can be said to be obedient to her, and she will not even say anything harsh. But now...

Fortunately, sorceresses are very good at timing. The expression on her face changed to a smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. He. I apologize for my offense."

The mage gave her a deep look and beckoned to Geralt: "Let's go out and talk about something."

The two came to Kyle Morhan's courtyard, and the witcher's face became ugly. The mage handed him a bottle of wine and didn't say much, just commented lightly: "If you really love her, Geralt, you will suffer a lot."

"What? You can read people's hearts?"

"I can read minds, although I didn't use it for her. But I've seen too many people like her."

The mage said sharply: "People like her often pursue power endlessly when they are young, and will not stop until they hit their heads and break blood. Between you and power, now she will definitely choose power."

The witcher silently took a gulp of wine, why didn't he know about it? Sorceresses don't have a good reputation in the world, he knows it well. But somehow, he just felt that Yennefer was very special to him.

"Forget it, Geralt. It's better for me not to be that villain. In my hometown, there is a saying that it is better to demolish ten temples than one family." Not in love with such a lady."

"Shut up!" The witcher gave him a vicious look, finished the wine in one gulp, and asked, "How long are you going to stay this time?"

"Actually, Geralt. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"What?" The witcher's eyes widened. "But the child you rescued is almost five years old, aren't you going to visit her?"

"...No, Geralt. I think it's best if I don't know her. I'm not going to meet her."

"But why? I mean, you've put so much effort into saving her, and your reputation in Sintra is terrific right now."

He Shenyan sighed: "Look, Geralt. I once told you that I'm not such a noble person."

"I might save people, but I definitely won't save people without a reason and expecting nothing in return—well, maybe sometimes I do. But I have a purpose for saving that kid."

"what?"

Looking up at the walls of Kermorhan, the mage replied: "She is the Swallow, one of two things I've been searching for. My world may be destroyed, maybe not. But in any case, I I need her to go back with me."

He turned his head to look at Geralt, with pure reason in his eyes: "I don't know how she will save my world, and I don't know if she will die in the process. But I think I'd better not be with It's the best way to meet her."

The witcher suddenly felt a coldness coming from his heart, and the mage's words were revealing something to him, something that he thought was very terrifying.

"You...?" He was even speechless.

"Yes, Geralt." The mage smiled bitterly: "Yes, if necessary, I will use her life in exchange for the lives of everyone in my world. So, in order not to let myself Soft-hearted, I will not meet her."