Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The mage walked into the inn empty-handed. The boss did not wait behind the bar, only a white-haired witcher sat at the table drinking.

He approached the witcher and sat down across the table. He Shenyan saw another scar licked on Geralt's face. It was very light, and his complexion was not good. He would frown when he raised his hand to drink.

Geralt finished his drink and placed the heavy wooden cup heavily on the table. Some white foam ran down his beard down his neck. He didn't care about it, and said, "You have a long trip here."

The mage nodded, and he pulled out a small bottle from the sleeve of the black robe like a conjuration, and there was nothing in it. And He Shenyan didn't think it was strange at all, he opened the lid and poured the air from the bottle into Geralt's glass. The latter asked curiously, "Would you mind explaining it to me?"

The mage didn't speak, just smiled and pushed the cup back, motioning him to drink.

The witcher glanced at him, raised his glass and drank. The moment his tongue touched what was in the seemingly empty cup, it gave him a taste he had never tried before. The witcher couldn't describe how he felt at this time. He only felt that there were thousands of flavors exploding in his mouth, and even a new universe was formed. In that instant, Geralt 'sees' color through his tongue, and countless stars drifting in a clear ocean, glowing softly against him.

Looking at He Shenyan's point of view, he was stunned after taking a sip, staring blankly ahead, and kept that posture for a long time without moving.

"How does it feel?"

The mage asked leisurely.

"...what is that? I taste...no, I see...that's really beautiful."

The witcher came to his senses, and he glanced at the cup blankly.

He Shenyan spread his hands: "It's hard to explain this to you, Geralt. However, you just drank the last legacy of a civilization, but it doesn't matter. That's their last wish."

"What are you talking about? Legacy?"

"Well...it's a long story, do you want to hear it?"

Geralt moved his arm, the pain still lingering. He glanced upstairs again and nodded to the mage: "We still have a lot of time, at least a lot of time before Mallory comes down."

"Then, in return, tell me who Mallory is after I've told this story."

"Imagine, Geralt. There is such a civilization...they are incorporeal, untouchable, unobservable—unless they want to."

"They lived in a wonderful place where there was nothing but the ocean. They just floated in the ocean, with the current, carefree. When night came, they looked up at the stars together. This is one of the traditions of their civilization, in the During this time, they will briefly appear like a star. And when night comes... just imagine, Geralt."

"You descend from the stars...the night falls, and you see an ocean, and in the ocean floats countless stars, all of different colors, all exuding their own brilliance."

"I just saw it," the witcher said honestly.

He Shenyan laughed: "Yes, of course you will see it."

His smile faded slightly, and Geralt sensed that what he was about to say might not be too good - like those fairy tales, if you see a princess or prince living a happy and carefree life all the time, Then you see, he or she will soon be out of luck.

"Anyway, another long time passed. A stranger came into their world, and this man seemed very friendly and always cheerful, and he was always smiling. They were willing to approach this out of a sense of intimacy. people, even accepting him as part of the tribe."

"Then, after a while.

This stranger has completed his purpose of coming here. He has successfully analyzed them and learned how they communicate and reproduce. To him, they have no value. He announced one night that he wanted everyone to gather around him. There is no concept of lies in their civilization, so as the stranger said, they all came. "

"So, on that night. This civilization was destroyed."

He Shenyan pointed to the bottle and said, "That's their last legacy."

"What is it?"

"That picture, Geralt. You're seeing the best picture of their lives, they don't know why that stranger was hurting them, but they're still kind to the world, and rightfully so, they're gone. But That kindness didn't disappear. At least, it continued on you. And that stranger, he saw an unprecedented spectacle..."

"He saw the creatures he had wounded and killed with magic take shape, floating in the ocean, hugging each other one by one, not even strangers forgetting."

"After doing all this, they slowly dissipated under the stars, turning into a mottled starlight. And at the end, they gave the stranger a gift."

"They bottled some of their best memories, gave them to a stranger, and blessed him deeply."

He Shenyan looked at the mottled marks on the table and touched it with his fingers: "Strangers don't know, they actually always know what he wants to do. Each of them is a born psychic, capable of reading minds, teleporting, Even to create destruction. But they never did it, they didn't even know it. They just used their abilities to communicate with each other."

"The stranger was accepted, and he thought he was in control. But while he was being treated as a part of the tribe...he was also unwittingly seen by them. After all, they always do. This Civilization has no secrets."

"For the first time, they felt sad when they saw the dark and cruel history in this man's mind. And from his memory, they knew another concept... called a gift."

The witcher's throat rolled up and down, and he said dryly, "...the end of this story had better be a happy ending."

He Shenyan replied calmly, "It depends on whose perspective you stand."

"For them, it was a happy ending. For the man..."

The mage laughed, and he shook his head: "His end is not very good."

"Please tell me he has to die."

"He's gone mad. Geralt. It's worse for a mage than killing him."

"But I still want him dead."

"It's been a long time, Geralt. Long enough for you to hear this as a story. Then again, do you feel like you've changed a bit?"

The witcher didn't know why, and he scratched his head. And this time, the pain didn't remind him.