Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

At this time, Geralt did not notice the old man standing in front of the door because of the magician's little trick. He Shenyan bowed slightly to Vesemir, which was regarded as a crude salute. There was a smile on the old man's face, which was very stiff, and it could be seen that the facial muscles on his face that were used for smiling were not usually used very much. But it still makes people feel his kindness - but, it's not so friendly to Geralt.

"Geralt."

Vesemir's angry voice resounded in the hall. He couldn't care why the dilapidated Kyle Morhan would once again become the brilliant look he remembered. He just wanted to find out what Geralt was right about. What did his hoarding do.

In front of the mirror - I'm not sure whether to use that word - the pouting witcher froze, turned immediately, and his expressionless face might have been intimidating to strangers, but he was watching The guilt in the eyes of Vesemir when he grew up could not be more obvious. The old man walked in front of him and poked him in the chest: "That's how you treat me? If you haven't come back for several years, you'll finish drinking my Tibetan wine as soon as you come back? You don't even let go of that bottle of Dongzhidong! I can't bear to part with it. drink it!"

Geralt was stabbed back and forth again and again, he threw a look of help at the mage, and He Shenyan responded with a helpless smile, and then looked away - he drank the small cup of Dong In the east, Geralt killed all the other wines alone, and he also repaired the castle, so he shouldn't be blamed with Geralt.

"Vesemir..."

"What? Has your clever mouth finally figured out how to fool this old man like me?"

"Do not..."

"What do you mean? Are you going to kill me with one word?"

"I do not have..."

"You didn't drink? Who are you?"

"Wait," Geralt finally found time to finish his speech, he took advantage of Vesemir's breath, and said quickly, "I drank it, but didn't you see Kyle Morhan? "

Vesemir pierced him mercilessly: "Come on, if you have this ability, I will let you use your original name, Mr. Geralt Roger Eric du Haut-Bellegarde, do you think so?"

Geralt, who was exposed to the dark history, looked a little embarrassed and angry. He quickly took off his leather armor and stuffed it to Vesemir: "Okay, okay! I know it's wrong, this leather armor is for you. Compensated!"

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head. He stuffed the leather armor back to Geralt and pointed to the mess in the hall and the mops and buckets in the corner. He didn't speak, but Geralt knew what he wanted him to do.

The witcher muttered something, but went straight to work. Leaving Vesemir and He Shenyan to take their seats in the hall.

The old man stretched out his hand towards the black-robed mage, and He Shenyan, who was holding it, could feel the calluses on his palm and five fingers and the still strong strength. Vesemir showed that stiff smile again and introduced himself: "Vesemir, the instructor of the Wolf School."

"He Shenyan is just a wandering mage."

"I don't think a wandering mage can use this kind of magic. Kyle Morhan looks exactly like I remembered, when she hadn't been breached." Vesemir pointed to the fresco on the ceiling, his eyes showed The color of nostalgia: "The restoration of that place is exactly the same, your magic is very powerful."

He Shenyan accepted this frankly.

Vesemir continued: "But I don't know why you want to mix with that guy, Mr. He, a powerful mage like you can enter and leave the king's court, and you will be their most honorable guest."

The mage laughed, and the smile was fleeting: "I'm not interested in this."

"But isn't that your mage's favorite thing to do? Perhaps second only to using magic to create dangerous creatures."

"Perhaps most mages aim here,

But it has nothing to do with me, as I said, I'm just a wandering mage. Aren't the homeless and the homeless a perfect match? The mage continued: "I know what you are worried about, Mr. Vesemir, but I do have no ill will, so you can rest assured." Geralt is my friend. "

The old man glanced at him, and at this moment he might just be a father worried about his son: "I hope so, sir. I hope you will forgive my offense."

"It's nothing, I've heard worse." The mage laughed, his answer buffered the somewhat stiff atmosphere.

"So, then again, would you mind telling me what Geralt has been up to this year?"

He Shenyan blinked, and he said, "Ah, I've only known him for a few months. We spent the winter in Novigrad, and he...well, I'm not sure if I should say it."

"He took the money to fool around with those girls again, didn't he?"

"Well...probably more than just 'girls'."

Vesemir's eyes twitched, and he supported his face with his right hand: "I have told him many times, let him stop spending money on them. He is fifty-four years old, how can he still look like Like a playboy."

"Not only that, he also killed a lot of water ghosts." He Shenyan tried to speak for Geralt.

The old man's words were precise and sharp, and he made no secret of it: "Yeah, even the worst witcher apprentice can take a sword and kill a dozen water ghosts. If he can't even do this, he might as well stay in the castle. Clean up for me."

Geralt, who was inexplicably scolded, held the mop and yelled, "Hey! What am I doing?"

Vesemir roared back: "You know it yourself!"

"Uh...he actually did a very heroic thing, and I think that's an act of justice."

Hearing this sentence, the old man finally sighed helplessly: "I know what he did... What he did in Novigrad even spread to Osenfurt, where I killed him A bat-winged demon, when I returned to the city, I heard a great thing done by a white-haired witcher in Novigrad. His reputation is now so bad that the people on Skellige know him, tsk tsk, Do you know how Osenfurt's papers describe him?"

"They call him a white-headed knight, listen to this ghost name!" Vesemir laughed mercilessly, He Shenyan knew why he was so angry, the entanglement between the Gregory family and the city councilor was enough to make a hunter The devil lost his life. After all, no matter how powerful he was, he was only a witcher, and witchers have never been able to resist the power of money-there are countless people who are willing to throw their heads and blood for a little gold. What is a witcher?

"He did a chivalrous act, Mr. Vesemir. There are many people with power in the world, but few are willing to use their power to help others, and Geralt is one of the few."

"That's what worries me most about him." The old man lowered his voice and said slowly, "I've seen too many witchers who died because of their kindness."

The mage showed a somewhat mysterious smile at this, and he had something to say.