Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

They drank wine and chatted for a while in Kermorhan's hall, and after a while, a woman came downstairs.

She has black curly hair, a delicate and charming face, and a faint gloss on her lips. Dressed in a sophisticated black and white outfit, reminiscent of a December morning. As she came, the mage smelled cloves and gooseberries.

The woman Shi Shiran walked to Geralt's side, took a sip of his bottle, sat down and said with a smile, "You must be the black-robed mage? I'm Yennefer from Wengerburg. Long-awaited name."

"Have you admired your name for a long time?"

Yennefer smiled and said, "Perhaps you don't know...but Ms. Francesca respects you very much."

Geralt silently took a sip of his drink.

"Really? You know her?"

"There are very few sorceresses who don't know the most beautiful woman in the world, but for us sorceresses, her beauty comes second. into a whole new person'."

"Ma'am, I can't help but wonder if the person you're talking about is me. I know Francesca, but I certainly didn't make her a whole new person."

The mage spread his hands, he looked at Yennefer, and knew that this woman must be asking for something else - from the first time he saw her, he was sure of this. He doesn't hate this kind of smart people, but everything has a degree, and the line between being smart and being smart is extremely blurry.

She's nearing the limit of being smart.

After a few gossips, Yennefer finally couldn't help it, she said with a smile, "I heard that you have a mage tower... I don't know, if I have the honor to go in there. How about looking through your library?"

The witcher was still drinking quietly, but his hands were tightly squeezed on the bottle, which He Shenyan noticed.

So he said, "It depends on how you make the request, ma'am."

He leaned back, his face hidden in the shadows, Yennefer's smile froze, she suddenly felt uneasy, and then a sense of oppression hit her face.

The mage said lightly: "If you are just humble and eager to learn, I have no problem - in fact, I welcome such people. For a mage, the most important thing is to be curious. When you face Frances It's inevitable that you'll feel the itch to learn about the mysterious new magic."

"But the problem is, I don't see that you have such an attitude."

"No, no, sir, you misunderstood, I really am—" Yennefer said anxiously, and the mage didn't give her a chance to finish her sentence at all.

"What is it? Are you referring to the hidden charm that you have been casting on me since you entered the hall? Or your pretentious demeanor and actions?"

He Shenyan laughed sarcastically: "My friend treats you with sincerity, but what do you think of him? He invited you to be a guest at his house, and in return you used a charm spell on his friend... ...do you know what this behavior is called?"

Geralt raised his head,

For his sake, He Shenyan didn't say those two words. Yennefer's face turned pale, and she couldn't help turning her head to look at the witcher, who just turned his head away indifferently.

He is not an idiot.

The atmosphere was deadlocked, and Ye Naifa still tried her best to maintain her demeanor, which made He Shenyan look at her a little more. Not long after, she opened the portal by herself and left. Not a word was spoken to the witcher.

"...I thought she would be different from those sorceresses."

Geralt drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, he said to the mage with a wry smile: "Laugh if you want, I know this is really ridiculous."

"My sense of humour doesn't make this funny, Geralt."

He Shenyan waved to the box in the corner of the hall, and two bottles of wine flew over and landed softly on the table in front of them. The witcher put his hands on the table, and his expression looked very sad: "Do I look like an idiot? Gods above, I actually thought about marrying her."

"All men go through this stage - look away, my friend. Actually, from what I understand about sorceresses, it's not surprising that she would do such a thing."

Geralt became listless: "It seems that my final destination is the female Night Demon."

"You think you can handle them?"

"One, I can handle it."

"I have reservations about this, Geralt, the Nightmare is notoriously demanding... Let's get down to business, how about Anderson?"

"Hunting out with Vesemir, oh, since you mentioned business..."

Geralt quickly recovered from that emotion, and it wasn't like this happened once or twice anyway - he didn't dare to tell the mage that he had spent the past few years in pursuit of the sorceress and many people's Congress. Fighting and being jealous. Yennefer was never a stable woman. If he said it, he would definitely be ridiculed miserably.

But what can he do? He might have liked this one.

"Some time ago, a bald and bearded man came to you. Gods are above, he is too strong."

"What did he say?"

"He said that the swallow is growing up soon."

Lowering his eyes, He Shenyan nodded thoughtfully.

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The palace in Sintra welcomed a special guest today—not many people knew about his arrival, but Calanthe took it seriously, and even entertained him with the highest banquet standards.

It was a banquet for only two people.

Fifty dishes of various sizes were placed on the table, and a dozen bottles of rare Dongzhidong wine were placed beside the table. Calanthe did not let any servants serve at the table, and she poured a glass of the Easter for the mage herself.

"What about Donny and Pavetta? Are they in a relationship?"

Fork up a piece of juicy beef in front of him, the master took a bite, the chef's craftsmanship is good.

Calanthe sat in the main seat. Over the past few years, her face has not changed much, but her temperament has become much kinder. "I'm a little jealous of their relationship, but if you want to meet them now, you might be disappointed. They're not in Sintra," the Sintra lioness said with a smile.

"Oh?"

"It's just a trip—don't think about it too much, sigh, Duny is really romantic. She traveled around with her hiding her identity, and the two of them sent me a letter from Toussaint not long ago. I want to travel too."

Nodding his head, the mage said, "Yes, yes. However, you should know why I am here."

Calanthe's expression became a little hesitant: "Cilia... is still very young, can you wait a few more years?"

"It's surprising that you could be so affectionate—that's not how you treated your daughter. But I'm afraid you're thinking too much of me, Calanthe. I'm just plain I want to meet her, and I don't have any special fondness for young children, and I'm not a priest."

"Father?"

"No, nothing, forget it. Where can I find her?"

Calanthe breathed a sigh of relief, and she said, "Now...it should be in my back garden."

in the back garden.

"your Highness!"

A maid carrying a skirt hurriedly walked through the garden corridor. The ivory-white building corridor was covered by various flowers. The fragrance and beautiful scenery could not soothe the maid's anxious mood. She called out to the princess loudly, but no one answered. At this time, she knew. The mischievous princess started playing hide and seek with her again.

If it was in the past, she would be very happy. After all, no one dislikes her, but today is different. A distinguished guest wants to see her today. She didn't want the princess to be punished by Her Majesty Calanser again, and then she would hug herself with tears and cry again.

That scene was really heartbreaking.

"His Royal Highness! Come out! I can't play games today!"

A little girl with white hair was squatting in the grass. She didn't dress like a princess, but like an ordinary child, even a little boyish. Her knees and boots were covered in mud, and her white shirt was soiled. And she didn't care about it.

Hearing the anxious voice of the maid, she muttered to herself, "I don't want to see any distinguished guest. If he wants to see me, why doesn't he come to me, and I want to find him?"

A voice came from behind her thoughtfully: "You're right."

The little girl was startled, she almost fell, turned her head and saw a handsome black-robed man squatting behind her and looking at her, and she didn't even hear the man's footsteps.

Her face turned pale, thinking of the ghost stories she had heard: "You, you, are you a ghost?"

The man raised his eyebrows, did not speak, but pointed to his feet. She followed along, and when she found that he had a shadow, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She complained: "Who are you? You scared me to death! Why did you come behind me all of a sudden? Do you know magic? By the way, how did you come here? Could it be that you are from one of those legends? Righteous thief? To steal my grandmother's treasure? She's a stingy old woman, and she doesn't have much treasure, but I can show you around the palace."

"How's it going? Just say my name when you go out to spread the property!"

The child's ideas were wild, and she began to talk about some ridiculous things. He Shenyan laughed dumbly, and he asked, "Then may I ask, what's your name?"

"The person asking this question should tell me his name first!" she said confidently.

"Okay, my name is He Shenyan."

"He-he, he what?" She tried to read, almost biting her tongue. Apparently, Dongfang's name is too mouth-watering for a child like her.

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and a flame bloomed at his fingertips. The girl stared at the flame and almost forgot to breathe. She looked at the flames with amazement, and heard the man say, "It's okay if you can't read. Just call me a mage, how about that?"

"Are you really a mage?!" She almost jumped up from the ground, then quickly took his hand and walked out of the grass.

As the two walked through the corridor, He Shenyan asked, "You haven't told me what your name is."

"Oh! Don't worry about that! My friends call me Ciri, so you can call me Ciri!" she said nonchalantly, even patting her breast, looking rather like a tomboy.

"So, Ciri, where are we going?"

"You're a mage, right?"

"Yes."

"You're my friend, right?"

"...It doesn't seem like ten minutes before we meet, Ciri."

"Hey! Why do you care so much? Anyway, I like you a lot, you are different from everyone else... don't ask me what's different, I don't know! But I want to be your friend, you Can't refuse! Understand?"

"What if I refuse?"

The girl stopped, apparently not expecting the answer. She pondered for a while, then said to the mage: "If you refuse, then we are not friends!"

She is really a child.

After saying that, she looked at the mage nervously: "Will you refuse?"

He Shenyan laughed again: "No, I won't."

"Okay!" She cheered again, pulling the mage forward again.

"You haven't told me where we're going."

"I want you to do me a favor! There's a pony in the stable, and she's never letting me ride it."

"So what? You want me to punish it?"

"What? No, no, why do that? She's just a horse!" Ciri was startled, she said, "I just want you to do a trick so I can understand what she's saying. , I thought, so maybe I can ask her why she doesn't want me to ride."

Naive...but kind.

It didn't take long for them to reach the stables, meeting many maids and guards along the way, but none of them complained about their frantic running in the corridors. They act like they don't even see them both.

In front of the stables, she looked back at the mage, with an expression of 'you must have done it', she asked, "Do you still have such spells?"

He Shenyan spread his hands innocently: "What spell?"

"Don't play stupid! This is too powerful, you can make them invisible to us! Then if I learn this spell, can I sneak out to play at any time?" She was excited again, the children's three minutes The heat was very evident in her.

He Shenyan pointed to the stable and interrupted her: "Are you talking about that horse?"

The horse was small and looked like it was a pony bred for children to ride. The whole body is white, very beautiful. But he was walking around in his own compartment, looking very uneasy.

"Yes, that's her, she's pretty, isn't she?"

"Yes."

"So, do you know that magic? The one that allows me to talk to animals?" At this point, she remembered to ask this matter, He Shenyan nodded and snapped her fingers again.

"... uh, that's it? Gone?"

"Yes, you can already understand her words."

"But, but—" Ciri began to gesture again, and she said anxiously: "But the book doesn't say that! The book says that such a spell should..."

"What should it be like?"

"I don't know either, but it's definitely not like that!"

He Shenyan made a sudden realization, he nodded: "Oh, I understand."

In the next second, little blue stars appeared out of thin air, and they surrounded the girl, forming a delicate bracelet on her wrist, all blue. Among them, there are starlights flowing, and with the movement of Ciri raising her wrist, those starlights also move with it, which is extraordinarily beautiful.

"Wow......"

He Shenyan patted her head and said, "Go ahead."

Ciri, who originally hated others touching her head the most, said nothing at this time. She looked at the bracelet, looked at the mage, and ran to the stable.

Before long, she was on the horse.

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Kratos was fishing, which surprised He Shenyan.

He's clearly an old hand, with several different kinds of bait in the bag next to him. There were still three fish in the wooden barrel under his feet. He Shenyan slowly came to him and asked, "How can you still fish?"

"Why do you think I can't?" Kratos asked rhetorically.

"It's just a bit of an accident. After all, I don't think you will have such a leisurely mood."

"yes?"

"I think you'd probably just jump right in and freeze all those fish with an axe and carry them all home."

"..." Shaking his head, Kratos decided to ignore this guy. But He Shenyan didn't let go of his thoughts, and he continued, "How have you been recently?"

"Does it matter how I live?"

"I must at least be concerned about the physical condition of my client, right?"

"I can't die," Kratos said indifferently.

With a flick of his wrist, a fish flew up. Kratos deftly took off the hook, put the fish into the bucket, hooked up a crustacean bug, and resumed fishing.

"You are too indifferent, Lao Kui."

The bald man's face twitched, he turned his head slowly, his neck stiff: "You...what do you call me?"

"That's right, give me a reaction, otherwise I feel like I'm talking to a tree. Do you have this expressionless virtue when you talk to others?"

Kratos turned his head and said in a muffled voice, "I don't need you to tell me what to do."

After a while, he asked, "Have you seen that girl?"

"Yeah, I've seen it." He Shenyan nodded calmly. "Innocent, kind. Not at all like a princess who grew up in a palace."

Kratos snorted coldly: "That child has the potential to become a warrior, but it's a pity that her parents don't often take care of her."

"How do you even know this... no, wait, what does it mean to have the potential to become a warrior? She's my accidental son, how can you do it without learning spells?"

Hearing this, Kratos raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and he said, "You want to teach her magic?"

The mage asked back, "Why not?"

"No, it's nothing... I thought you would treat her as a consumable and just throw it away when you're done." Kratos eased a little, and didn't continue to show that stinky face to the mage .

He Shenyan smiled helplessly: "So in your heart, I am such a person."

"All mages have one virtue...you're not much better," Kratos said indifferently.

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