Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"How long have you been here in Vizima, and are you leaving now?"

Zoltan said incredulously, the dwarf sounded lost. But because of his thick beard, it was hard for Geralt to discern exactly what he was thinking.

"There are some things that have to be done, Zoltan." He Shenyan lowered his head, looked at him peacefully, raised his glass and gestured to Zoltan. "Vizima is a good place, but it's a pity there's not much need for a witcher and a loafing mage."

The tavern was back to its noisy state again, and only Zoltan looked very frustrated. Dwarves have always been like this. He brought in a high chair, jumped on it, and beckoned the store staff to bring him a huge wooden barrel from the basement, roughly as thick as his waist and longer than his own.

Zoltan stroked the barrel with his hand and said slowly, "That's how my shop got its name, gentlemen. Drinking from a barrel... I haven't done this for two years, and all the stuff here is. Dwarven spirits from Mahakam."

Geralt's eyes widened instantly.

Dwarf spirits? This thing is used for alchemy, even the dwarves themselves do not drink it every day, this thing is strong enough to make a rock troll drunk.

Zoltan proudly tapped the barrel lid with his fist, opened it, and the aroma that was so rich and unpleasant to the nose immediately emanated. He took a heavy wooden wine glass, scooped it full, and then handed it to He Shenyan, then Geralt and Regis, and finally himself.

No one turned down his wine, not even Regis, who had just known him for a while. Zoltan bore the brunt of it. He raised his glass and said loudly, "Friends! We haven't been together for a long time, but what does that say?"

The dwarf raised his glass and took a gulp, the liquor running down his beard and soaking his collar.

"—Ah, Mahakan is above, I forgot what I said." He put down his glass and scratched his head in annoyance. "Old Zoltan was just about to say a few words, and he failed, damn it."

Zoltan simply cursed, then slapped the table hard: "Fuck it, friends! May your beards be as smooth as mine!"

What happened next can be summed up simply as they drank until 4:30 in the morning, and then the guards chased the four drunkards halfway down the street because they were harassing the people with out-of-tune songs howling in front of the store where the barrels were drinking. .

During this period, the heroic and fearless witcher Geralt threw a boot on someone's roof due to his childish innocence, but he lost his head because he was too drunk. As a result, the boot did not hit the roof,

Instead, he smashed into the wall beside him, and the force of the ejection made it return and hit his own forehead.

The other three alcoholics ran away laughing and Geralt was the first to be caught.

The second person to be caught was Regis, the old vampire who unfortunately stepped on a rock. He could not have been drunk, but he clearly wanted to enjoy the feeling of having fun with his friends. So Regis stepped on the rock and fell to the ground, and for some reason he couldn't stop laughing until he was caught by the guards.

Maybe it's because Zoltan has been singing a yellow ballad, the gist of the song can basically be summed up as I met your mother at a party - well, the lyrics will not be written after that.

He Shenyan is the third.

The reason why the mage was caught is unexpected to anyone. According to his own post, he choked on his own saliva because Zoltan's singing was so funny, and the sound of coughing scared a sleeping man in the grass. The black cat, the black cat woke up with a puff of smoke and ran in front of him.

He Shenyan's reaction speed was too fast, so fast that his brain immediately issued the command 'stop', and his drinking body apparently faithfully implemented this. The mage fell to the ground on the spot, lying unconscious on the ground.

As a result, in the end, the dwarf with the shortest legs was the only one who ran away.

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Geralt rubbed his neck and walked out of the guards' camp. Thanks to the mage's face and his expensive black robe, the guards didn't do anything to them, but were rather frightened by He Shenyan's falling head-on, for fear that something would happen to him.

Not only did they not sleep in the cells, but each of them slept well all night in a guard's bed. The witcher didn't remember very well what happened last night, but he did remember it well. Because the owner of the bed he slept on had a strong body odor, Geralt dreamed last night that he was fighting a ghost.

In short, they have now walked out of the guard camp clean and clear.

"Aha, you are out!"

Zoltan happily flung his hands and walked over from the corner. The dwarves didn't change their clothes, and there were still wine stains left by their nonsense yesterday: "I still want to go in and fish for you, but it seems that I don't need it now. Last night I was the only one who ran away, and the long legs are useless!"

He Shenyan yawned. He rubbed his eyes. The alcohol hadn't completely subsided from his brain, and the numbness came one after another. He smiled and patted Zoltan on the shoulder: "Dwarf spirit is well-deserved, Zoltan."

They walked across the corner and quickly left the guard camp. Several people broke up again briefly before the 'big barrel drinking', and Geralt was going to say goodbye to Triss. The love between sorceress and witcher has always been like this, on and off, but who is not like this in this day and age?

A little tender time is enough for them.

He Shenyan was sitting with Regis, and the two were basically alone in this world. He Shenyan didn’t know many people in Vizima, so He Shenyan didn’t need to say goodbye to Andrea face-to-face. He didn't want to make the scene too fanciful, and he knew that most of his apprentices did the same.

What's more - when you can use mental power to communicate remotely, why do you need to make a trip?

As for Regis...his old friend The Queen of the Night's brothel is called the House of the Night, and the name suggests it's only open at night. The old vampire dictated by himself that it might disturb her sleep in the past, and he didn't want to be thrown out by a high-ranking female vampire who had the urge to get up.

They reached a consensus on this issue, and even began to discuss what kind of woman is the most terrible.

Zoltan believes that women who do not have their own opinions are the most terrifying. He felt that if one person listened to the other person in everything, he might as well die. Every time the dwarf saw women who would submit to their husbands, even if he wanted to commit suicide, he would be furious.

Regis was much more peaceful, and the old vampire saw more. He said that women are not scary, but those who make women scary are scary.

He Shenyan gave an answer that made them both laugh out loud.

The Master said very seriously: "The woman who wants to marry me is the most terrifying."