Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"So, aren't you going to talk about what exactly that thing is?"

Geralt and He Shenyan were sitting in the hall of Kyle Mohan. A gold and silver chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall. Even the frescoes on the ceiling were restored by the mage.

He Shenyan was fascinated by the green gem in his hand, Geralt squatted on the ground, and in front of him was a bathtub with a long piece of meat in it, pink and crimson, and the witcher held a mouth A pipe, obtained from nowhere, was working on the meat. His technique is like that of a seasoned butcher, peeling skin and cramping, dividing muscles, without ambiguity.

"Ah, trust me, Geralt. That thing has nothing to do with you or your world. So just ignore it."

He Shenyan said casually that he only had this gem left in his hand. Gu Yi's note disappeared with the wind after he read it. And this gem, no matter how you look at it, is just an ordinary gem.

No magic fluctuations, no hidden secrets, no possible mechanisms. It's really just an ordinary green gemstone - at best, it can sell for a fortune, and because it's already cut, it won't sell for much.

"Tsk..."

Putting the gem on the table, the mage rubbed his eyebrows in distress. Gu Yi used to like to give him such riddles, and God knows how much he hates riddlers. And now, Gu has come back to life, traveled through the world, and left him with a bunch of riddles.

"never mind."

Unable to figure it out, he decided to put all these problems behind him. Now he thinks it's just a waste of time, and he should do something that interests him first.

The witcher was still disposing of the corpse of the pterodactyl. After the plane vanished out of thin air, Geralt asked the wizard to move his fingers so that the dragon would follow them back to the castle—in the form of corpses.

When asked why he cherished a pterodactyl so much, the witcher sighed helplessly: "I drank all of Vesemir's wine, and I have to give him something to kick my ass to keep him from coming back. Compensation. Like making him double dragon leather boots or something."

Thinking of this, He Shenyan suddenly became interested. he asked.

"Well, are you interested in a set of dragonskin armor to wear?"

A complex magic circle suddenly lit up in the mage's hand. Geralt looked up at him, wondering why: "What? You can still make armor?"

He Shenyan smiled, and he nodded mysteriously: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

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Half an hour later, they came to Kyle Morhan's basement. A soft light group lit up in the mage's hand, illuminating the entire basement. Seeing this, Geralt put down the candle in his hand and expressed his envy again: "Damn...why are spells so convenient?!"

"Aren't you a little too?"

"I can't compare to what you know."

He Shenyan shrugged.

Geralt dropped a whole piece of skin from his back, which had stirred up a cloud of dust on the basement table.

The skin of the pterodactyl can't be said to be very hard, but it is definitely first-class in terms of flexibility. It is a good material for making leather armor. After their skin is treated with special techniques, it can even make arrows unable to penetrate, let alone sword blades. Unless there is a sword inlaid with runestone, there is no way to pierce their leather armor.

Of course, with such a good skin, there is a reason why pterodactyls have not been killed until now. One is that they are too dangerous, and the other is that their hides are very difficult to handle and must be handled by skilled craftsmen - here comes the highlight.

Witchers generally have no money—no money—and no way to find a good artisan.

"It's time for your performance." Geralt spread his hands and stepped back to prepare for the show.

The mage's hands lit up again,

The whole piece of skin flew off after being briefly irradiated. His hands were full of white light, and Geralt watched the rough and even bloodshot leather transform into a set of exquisite leather armor in an instant. The shoulder armor, elbow bracers, chest and back are all engraved with complex patterns, and the red and black colors contain a powerful magic that is captivating. It even gave Geralt an illusion - he felt that the leather armor was breathing.

Actually, that was not his delusion.

"How's it going?" He Shenyan motioned for him to come and take a look.

The witcher walked forward in a spirited manner, and the way he touched the leather armor was like stroking a lover, gently and lovingly, and even made the mage feel a chill: "Uh... Geralt, I know my craftsmanship. It's nice, but you don't have to show that expression either..."

After being reminded, the witcher came back to his senses immediately, and he returned his expression to his usual indifference—or better call it sullen.

Geralt held the leather armor in his hands, looking at his appearance and even wishing to wear it now, He Shenyan raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't mean to give Vesemir a little compensation in case he came home and kicked you. ass?"

"Yeah, but I'm talking about a pair of boots, not this... darling," Geralt said solemnly, walking up to the leather armor. The mage shook his head helplessly, and the two returned to the hall again. The witcher immediately took off his bloody shirt, ran to the other end of the corner of the hall, dragged out his suitcase, and found a fairly clean one to put on. It wasn't all over, he even ran up to the second floor of the castle to grab a mirror, put it in front of the fireplace, and then started donning the leather armor.

Even if He Shenyan didn't want to, he had to admit that the witcher's figure was indeed good. After putting on that leather armor, it made him appear more heroic and valiant, with a bit of a ranger temperament - it's a pity that the villagers outside don't see him that way, the handsome witcher is a false proposition, you can't prove it In the end there is not.

And, even if there were, he was a witcher. All the witchers can get is endless abuse and hatred. This was not built overnight, but under the guidance of some people with ulterior motives, it took a hundred years to become what it is now.

It turns out once again that the truth can never reach half the popularity of a lie—because humans are born to lie.

The witcher was a little carried away with joy, and he even gestured with his sword in front of the mirror, admiring the way he wore the leather armor. He Shenyan heard the sound of hooves coming from outside the door. He raised his brows and showed a wicked smile. He performed a small trick to disable the witcher's excellent hearing for a while - and then the door of the hall was pushed. It opened, and a sturdy old man with white hair and beard walked in.

When he saw Geralt, his face was still a little happy, but when he glanced at the empty wine bottles on the ground and the most crucial bottle, his expression changed.