Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Verya went out. She had to arrive at the academy before two o'clock in the afternoon, otherwise she might miss Professor Phyllis's history class. He never waited for late students. And, if you're late, you'll have to stand outside the classroom and listen to the class.

Many students had complained about him, but they were all scolded by the old man. The principal didn't care much about him, after all, he was the only one in the whole school who had studied at Ossenfurt University when he was young.

Verya walked on the street empty-handed, she had no books to use now, those people tore up Verya's book after class, and at the same time said some very ugly things to her. Verya didn't take it seriously. As the daughter of a businessman, she was used to being bullied in the academy.

Thinking like this, she touched the scar on her face, which spread from the left face to the right face, and it often hurts. But she was starting to get familiar with the scar, just as she got familiar with being bullied.

The girl didn't lower her head, she was walking on the street with the scar on.

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Geralt was eating beans in batches, and he had finished off the mashed potatoes and the bowl of broth. But he has never liked to eat beans, but with the money he spends, he has to eat it even if he doesn't. The owner of the hotel has returned to the bar and is wiping his wine glasses. Geralt is actually very doubtful that there will be people here at night. Those busy hotel part-time bars will invite more than a dozen short clothes in the store. girl in skirt.

There are many people who criticize them, thinking that this is the beginning of the corruption. But in front of money, everything is false.

"Excuse me," he said, "bring me a bottle of Vizima Stout."

When the young man heard this, he was in trouble: "Guest, we don't have the wine you want here, we only have our own brewed ale, do you want it?"

Geralt said nonchalantly, "Okay, how much?"

"Eight crowns."

Geralt, who was about to pay, paused. He was a little surprised at the cheap price, but he didn't drink it for nothing, and he said, "Then let's have another bottle."

He took out sixteen crowns and placed them in a row on the table, waiting for the young man to bring him wine. The witcher didn't think he could do anything in this town, and the people here didn't seem to be bothered by monsters. He can't receive the commission to kill the monster, so he can only accept the commission of the lifting of the curse. This kind of commission is what Geralt hates the most. Most of them take a long time, and at the same time, they have to be careful step by step, unlike killing water ghosts... Why do I think of water ghosts again?

The witcher was a little dazed, and he began to wonder if it was because he had killed too many water ghosts. At this moment, the young man came over to interrupt his thinking, and handed over two bottles of wine, the heavy glass bottles filled with orange-yellow ale.

Geralt observed it for a while, opened the cork and smelled it, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth under the hood—for 8 kronor to buy such a wine, it was really a lot of money.

He poured out the first cup, drank it in one gulp, wiped the foam from his mouth, and simply took the bottle and started drinking. And just like that, he sat there all afternoon and drank all the young man's stock. No matter how low the alcohol level is, it's still alcohol, Geralt can still remember in his somewhat chaotic brain that he just wanted to taste it at first - like all drunkards, they say to themselves.

I'll take a sip.

Then there's the second, the third -- never ending, never stopping.

Drinking is addictive in some ways, just like in others.

such as hurting others.

We all know that some people - I don't know whether to call them human - just get pleasure from hurting others.

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Verya was slammed to the ground,

Opposite her stood a group of young people, and a young blond man at the head bent down, he wore an ugly pot head, and bangs covered his eyebrows. His face was full of freckles, and his nose was crooked to one side.

He yelled at her, "Didn't I tell you not to come back to school? You idiot! Women stay at home and do what you need to do!"

"Look at her appearance, she still wants to sit in a classroom with us?"

There were mocking and sarcastic voices from behind the blond young man, but Virya was unmoved at all. She sat on the dirt road, gathered up her skirt, lifted the red hair on her forehead, and said calmly, "No. , you just think I'm a bully. Miss Beth also goes to this school, why don't you tell her what you just said? I bet you wouldn't dare to do that, Yorton."

The face of the blond young man called Yorton was flushed, and he immediately wanted to give this girl a little color, but was stopped by his companion. His companion gave him a color, and the blond young man's anger was extinguished at once. He saw a white-haired old man standing behind the girl. He didn't say anything, just stood there with a thick book in his hand. thick book.

"Are you OK?"

When they ran away, the old man handed Verya a hand and pulled her up from the muddy road. Verya's linen skirt is now full of mud, and the green eyes under the old man's glasses swept across her face, his eyes paused: "...Did they do it to you?"

"No, Professor Phyllis, it has nothing to do with them."

Verya tried her best to keep her manners, she didn't want to show a little weakness: "Thank you for your help, professor, I'm going back."

A fleeting smile appeared on her face, and then she walked away with her head down.

Professor Phyllis stood behind her with deep confusion and doubts on his face. He didn't know who would do such a thing. But since the girl didn't want to say it, he didn't have the position to stick to it. The old man shook his head and also left the academy.

Verya didn't go home as she said. After she walked out of the academy, she turned left and right, walked into an alley, and there stood a tall and thin man with a pockmarked face and a dagger on his waist. Seeing Verya coming, he smiled maliciously: "Hey, look who is here?"

Verya raised her head, her blue eyes had no fear: "I'm here to get money."

The tall and thin brow wrinkled, and then loosened it again, and he showed that smile again: "I told you very clearly last time, Miss Verya. That's the money your father owes us. I thought you had this look on your face. The scar should give you some memory."

"I have seen my father's ledger. He only owed you five hundred crowns, and you took back another hundred crowns. I can ignore his death, but you must pay back the excess."

The tall and thin face gradually became impatient. He was about to open his mouth to explain something, but was interrupted by the action of his companion - his companion sprang out of the darkness and hit the girl with the wooden stick in his hand. On the back of her head, she fainted at once.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

The lanky man shouted.

"Knock her out, you idiot, can't you see? She has come here to look for us four times. The last time she was smeared on her face, she didn't let her retreat. How can we give her any money? If we let the boss Knowing that we collect debts behind his back, do we still have life?"

The tall and thin man who was persuaded scratched his face: "Well, you said that too, but what are you doing now? She will definitely not give up when she wakes up, let's run?"

"run?"

His companion, a strong man with flaxen hair, let out a muffled laugh, and saliva spewed out of his mouth. He said, "No, take her to the back room and lock her there, and we'll save some money that way."

The tall and thin man shuddered: "No, Rawls, I don't do such a thing. I believe in Goddess Meritelli, do it yourself."

Rawls laughed again, he nodded, and the moment the lanky man turned his head, he smashed his head with the wooden stick in his hand. Red and white splashed all over the floor, and some even splashed onto his face. Rawls scraped his nose with his fingers and grinned, dragging the unconscious Verya into the depths of the alley.