Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"She's fine...it's a miracle."

Andrea said incredulously: "Apart from malnutrition and mental stimulation, this lady was not harmed in any way, teacher, didn't you say she was staying with a group of dead babies?"

"yes."

"Then she...?"

"Maybe it's because she really regarded the group of corpses as her own children." He Shenyan smiled, he didn't tell Andrea the truth from Gustav's memory.

This woman has had a miscarriage, more than once.

As for why?

what.

"Thank you, Andrea. I hope this doesn't interfere with your work." He patted the apprentice on the shoulder, motioning her to come out with him.

Andrea smiled embarrassedly, and when she smiled, light dimples appeared on her lips: "It just happened to be not very busy today, teacher. But I just heard you say that you want to talk to this Mr. Geralt. To travel the world?"

"Not traveling around the world." He Shenyan corrected her words. "To be precise, it's killing people all over the world."

He was satisfied to see his apprentice's expression suddenly turn eccentric - well, that's all.

He Shenyan finally understood why Gu Yi liked to say half of his words.

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That night, they and Regis met in the 'big barrel drinking'. For some reason, Geralt always felt that the old vampire's face had turned a lot paler - when he asked this question, Regis revealed that An embarrassed smile.

"Well, Geralt. High-level vampires do the kind of things you like, but I'm not one of them. Years ago, I gave up that debauchery entirely. And my friend, who didn't It's not an old friend, just a simple old friend. And, even if we do, our energy is much better than human beings."

"It seems that some people are saving others by themselves." He Shenyan said strangely from the side.

"Then your face...?" Geralt seemed to be obsessed with this question. "It doesn't seem to be my illusion, Regis, your face has really turned pale.

"

Under his repeated questioning, Regis finally reluctantly spit out the truth: "Well, it's just because I gave her some of my blood."

"Does this behavior mean anything?"

"Higher vampires don't suck blood from each other, but they can draw strength from blood. She helped me once, and I owe me a favor, so I had to use this method to repay."

"This is the first time I've heard such a statement." Geralt nodded thoughtfully, and drank the beer in his glass.

Today's 'big barrel drinking' is particularly lively, which seems to be related to Zoltan's new batch of Vizima champions.

Although this wine is named after Vizima, it is not a wine that can be often drunk locally. Just behind Geralt's table, a group of sailors from afar stepped on the table and sang loudly.

"Oh! Amorous siren!" One of the young men's voice was particularly loud. "She took my heart, my people, and finally my life!"

A group of them jumped up and down the table, causing the solid table to jiggle. In other places, such behavior might be cursed by the boss, but here, Zoltan wished he would join in.

The dwarves even clasped their hands beside them and beat them with their feet, very happy.

"In love with the sea! It won't end well!" the lad ended with a high note. Geralt couldn't make out what the tune was, but he nodded.

The witcher turned his head and said to He Shenyan and Regis, "Do you two know that there are more than just monsters pretending to hunt humans in the sea."

"Oh?"

Geralt begins his story.

"It was a small seaside country called Blimwoud, and I met a duke there. His name was Agroval, and he was the ruler there. This duke has a peculiar taste. He doesn't like to have it. A man with two legs fell in love with a mermaid he met while out at sea."

"It's a real mermaid," the witcher told them both very seriously and solemnly.

He raised a finger: "The Duke wanted to convince her to let her come to live with him on land. But he didn't understand the ancient language and couldn't communicate with his lover. So he found me."

Geralt puffed out his chest smugly and gave a cheerful look. He took a full sip from the thick wine glass in front of him, and the taste of the Vizima Champion was clearly comforting to him.

"The duke commissioned me to go out and communicate with the mermaid named Sheenaz. I must say, it was not pleasant to communicate with her. She was cursing the duke in the sea for being unwilling to make changes for her. , the cheapskate who came to the sea to live with her, and the duke scolded her on board."

"I had to translate her words into a less... cranky common language to tell the Duke, and I had to worry about whether I would laugh. Because Xiennaz said that every time the Duke was with her on the reef The rocks always wear out her scales on 'Have Happy Hour,' and she doesn't like Duke's time either."

"Fairy Wood"

Geralt coughed, looked at Regis, who was holding a smile, and said solemnly: "Laugh if you want, Regis, didn't you see that mage over there was already smiling? "

The vampire finally laughed.

"Anyway, I have to say, it wasn't a pleasant conversation. It was the same for all three of us. Then I stayed there for a while and found out that there was an aquatic race at the bottom of the local coast, and they also Having mastered the art of forging metal, everyone has a weapon. They were responsible for a few bizarre deaths among the local pearl divers."

"It just so happened that the Duke was devastated by this matter. He was in a hurry under the influence of failed love and planned to attack the undersea race. I had to run again to prevent the outbreak of the war. In any case, I didn't want to see the war sweeping people's peaceful lives."

"Finally?" Zoltan, who had appeared at their table at some point, yelled impatiently. "Tell me, Geralt, hurry up! Did they end up in a genus?!"

"Don't worry, Zoltan."

Geralt unhurriedly raised his hand and took a sip of the Vizima Champion, selling him: "—of course, at the last moment of the outbreak of the war, Xienaz appeared. She abandoned her With her tail, she used magic to turn herself into a human being, walked barefooted to her red-eyed lover, and agreed to her proposal."

Regis and Zoltan let out a sigh of relief.

"For the sake of your telling a good story, Geralt, I'll give you the order tonight!" Zoltan said proudly, patting his chest, but He Shenyan refused.

"Farewell, Zoltan. We're leaving tomorrow, and I'm a little sorry for you to treat again."

Hearing this, the dwarf's eyes widened.

"What did you say?!"

His voice even overwhelmed the total volume of everyone in the tavern for a while.