Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

As always, it was the cat and the kids who spotted him first. A tabby tom cat, who was slumbering on a warm, sun-soaked pyre, suddenly shivered as he rode in. It raised its head, let out an unpleasant hiss at the witcher, jumped off the pyre, and disappeared into the bushes in the blink of an eye. A kid in a dirty sackcloth shirt was playing in the mud on his doorstep, trying to make his clothes worse, unaware that his mother had picked up a stick to give his ass a taste.

But the next second, he suddenly screamed. His mother, wearing an apron, grabbed her son with a stick in her hand, ran into the house, and locked the door tightly. Just because of the witcher's passing.

Geralt turned a blind eye to these reactions, the hay wagon ahead blocking the road, and he didn't bother to urge the horse to pass it. Just follow slowly. The woman who sold vegetables saw the blood-stained cloth bag on the back of the donkey beside him, and looked around curiously, but saw a black paw that swayed up and down with the donkey's footsteps. It was thin, but it looked so sharp. She covered her mouth and screamed. Geralt glanced at her and sighed impatiently.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have time?" A man's voice suddenly entered his ear. Geralt nearly fell off his horse. His superhuman senses seemed to have disappeared at this time, and there was no warning to him that someone was approaching. Thanks to the mutation of the witchers, even if he was vigilant in his heart, he did not show the slightest on his face. Geralt turned his head slowly, and a handsome man in a black robe embroidered with gold thread was standing beside him and looked at him.

Geralt couldn't help but want to draw his sword.

There were two things that caused him to be so impulsive: First, he found that the man was floating and his feet were not touching the ground at all. It was a clear sign of magic, but the talisman on his chest didn't vibrate at all. Second, the people around him, including the villagers who gradually gathered behind him, who wanted to see what was in the cloth bag, didn't respond to the man.

As if he didn't exist at all.

"..." Geralt was silent, the noon sun hit his face, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean was rolling down his forehead on his weathered face.

"Don't be nervous, sir. I can see that you have other things to do. If you have time later, please meet me at the tuna tavern over there, okay?" The man noticed his expression and smiled, Then he said politely.

He turned sideways, out of the way.

Geralt rode his horse and continued walking stiffly. As always, there were many carriages parked in front of the home of local Sheriff Kel Demion. Geralt jumped off his horse, adjusted the position of the two swords on his back, and put the reins around the wooden fence. The crowd behind him formed a half circle around the donkey.

Even if Geralt was outside the house, the sheriff's shout was still clearly audible to him. It wasn't all due to his superhuman senses, but the sheriff's voice was really loud at this time.

"I've told you so many times! No! No, no! Damn, can't you understand me? You rascal!"

As soon as Geralt entered the door, he heard the short, stocky Sheriff Keldemion utter these words angrily. His face was red, and in front of him stood a man who seemed to be honest, holding a goose that was constantly struggling.

"What's the matter, I didn't say don't bother--gods! Is that you? Geralt? I'm not dazzled?" He turned to the farmer and said, "Take it! Hillbilly, I say How many times don't you give me anything! Are you deaf!?"

The farmer stood where he was, muttering indistinctly, "Er—Mr. Sheriff, they said..." He glanced at the goose as he said this, and then looked away as if it had never happened: "There's got to be something for the lord in charge, or—"

"Who said that! For the gods' sake! Who said that?" cried Keldemion,

"Who? Who thinks I'll take bribes?! Tell you, I don't! Get out of here!"

The man happily carried the goose and ran out the door, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and didn't even close the door. For fear that Kel Demion would go back on it.

"Hello, Geralt."

"Hello, Keldemion." The sheriff shook the witcher's hand and tiptoed to pat him on the shoulder.

"You haven't been here in about two years, Geralt. I remember right? You can't stay in one place for too long, can you? Where did you come from this time? Well, I seem to be talking nonsense. , it doesn't matter where you're from. It doesn't matter anyway. Hey, please take a seat, Geralt. Please take a seat. There's a market tomorrow, so it's a mess. How have you been? Tell me about it!"

The witcher said, "Let's talk later, I have something to ask you, Keldemion, let's go out and talk."

When they walked out of the house, the donkey was surrounded by the crowd of onlookers. The sheriff shouted to let them disperse, Geralt stepped forward to untie the bag, everyone gasped and backed away, even the well-informed Keldemion gasped. .

"Gods! Geralt, what is this?"

"A Kikimo. Can I get the bounty?"

Keldemion shifted his foot as the center of gravity, and he looked at the spider-like black mummy, at the vertical pupils in its godless eyes and the needle-like sharp teeth in its bloody mouth.

"Where did this—you—here come from?"

"On the embankment. Not four miles from town, Keldemion. Right over the swamp. Someone must have gone missing there, like the children."

"Oh, yes. You're right. Yes, but who would have guessed—hi! Hey! What are you watching?! Are you all doing nothing? Go home! Go home! It's not a show! Geralt, cover it up, the flies are all around."

Back in the room, the county magistrate didn't say a word, went to the table, grabbed a jug on it and drank it. Then he sighed heavily: "There's no bounty, I'm sorry, Geralt." He washed his nose, and said gloomily, "No one would have thought of hiding something like this in the swamp, and there are indeed a few people in the area. Missing there, but .

"It's hard for me to make a living if I take the road. Keldemion, I'm sure you haven't forgotten my profession."

"Ah, yes. I forgot." Keldemion suppressed the urge to burp and let out a slow breath: "What a peaceful place this used to be! Even though these damned idiots are dumb as hell. , but they're honest. Even little devils rarely urinate in milk. But now, a monster is in sight. The war has just ended, gods."

He looked at Geralt and said apologetically, "I'm afraid all I can give you is thanks, Geralt. No bounty, no bounty."

"What a pity, I just need some money to spend the winter." The witcher grabbed a jug from the table and took a sip. Wiping the white foam from his mouth, he said, "I'm going to Ispaden, but I don't know if I'll be able to get there before the snow shuts down the road. Maybe this damn snow will trap me on Lutonsky Parkway. in a nearby town."

"That's right." Geralt suddenly turned his head to stare at the mayor, his yellow cat eyes made Keldemion's heart skip a beat: "Do you have a handsome man in a black robe with gold threads, who looks from the East come."