Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

As usual, the first ones to spot him were cats and children. A tabby tomcat was sleeping on a warm firewood pile soaked in sunlight, but when he rode in on his horse, he suddenly started to tremble.

It raised its head, let out an unpleasant scream at the witcher, jumped off the firewood pile and disappeared into the bushes in the blink of an eye. A child wearing a dirty linen shirt was playing with mud in front of his house, trying hard

His clothes were getting worse, and he didn't realize that his mother had picked up a stick and was about to give his butt a taste.

But the next second, he suddenly screamed. His mother, wearing an apron and holding a stick in her hand, picked up her son, ran into the house, and locked the door tightly, just because of the passing of the witcher.

Geralt turned a blind eye to these reactions. The hay cart in front blocked the road, and he didn't bother to urge the horse to pass it. He just followed behind slowly. The woman selling vegetables saw the donkey beside him carrying

She looked around curiously and saw a black paw that was swinging up and down with the donkey's footsteps. It was skinny but looked so sharp. She covered her mouth and screamed. Geralt glanced at her

He glanced at it and sighed impatiently.

"Excuse me, sir, do you have a moment?" A man's voice suddenly reached his ears. Geralt almost fell off his horse. His superhuman senses seemed to disappear at this time, and there was no message to him at all.

Warning that someone was approaching. Thanks to the mutation of the witchers, even if he was alert in his heart, he did not show it on his face. Geralt slowly turned his head, and a handsome man wearing a black robe embroidered with gold thread was standing.

Looking at him from his side.

Geralt couldn't help but want to draw his sword.

There were two things that caused him to be so impulsive: First, he found that the man was floating, and his feet did not touch the ground at all. This was an obvious sign of magic, but the amulet on his chest was a bit different.

There was no shock. Secondly, the people around him, including the villagers who gradually gathered behind him and wanted to see what was in the bag, showed no reaction to this man.

It's like he doesn't exist at all.

"..." Geralt was silent. The midday sun hit his face, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead on his weather-beaten face.

"Don't be nervous, sir. I can see that you still have something to do. If you have time later, please meet me at the tuna restaurant over there, okay?" The man noticed his expression and smiled,

Then he said politely.

He turned sideways and got out of the way.

Geralt rode his horse and continued to move forward stiffly. As always, there were many carriages parked in front of the home of the local Sheriff Keldemion. Geralt jumped off the horse and adjusted his back.

The two swords were in position, and the reins were tied to the wooden fence. The crowd behind him formed a half circle around the donkey.

Even though Geralt was outside the house, the Sheriff's shout was still clearly audible to him. It was not all due to his superhuman senses, but the Sheriff's voice was really loud at this time.

"I've told you many times! No! No, no! Damn it, is it possible that you can't understand me? You scoundrel!"

As soon as Geralt walked in, he heard the short, fat Sheriff Keldimion say this angrily. His face was red, and there was an honest-looking man standing in front of him, holding a bird in his hand.

The struggling goose.

"What's going on? Didn't I say not to bother you - gods! Is it you? Geralt? Am I not dazzled?" He turned to the farmer and said: "Take it away quickly! Country bumpkin, I said

How many times have I told you not to give me anything! Are you deaf!?"

The farmer stood there and muttered vaguely: "Uh--- Mr. Sheriff, they said..." When he said this, he glanced at the goose, and then turned his eyes away as if it had not happened at all:

"You have to give the person in charge some benefit, or else——"

"Who said that! For the sake of the gods! Who said that?" Keldemion shouted, "Who? Who thought I would take a bribe?! Tell you, I don't want it! Get out of here!"

The man happily ran out of the door with the goose, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, without even closing the door. He was afraid that Keldemion would regret it.

"Hello, Geralt."

"Hello, Keldemion." The Sheriff shook the witcher's hand, stood up on tiptoes and patted his shoulder.

"You haven't been here for about two years, Geralt. Did I remember correctly? You can't stay in one place for too long, can you? Where did you come from this time? Well, I think I said nonsense

, it doesn’t matter where you come from. It doesn’t make any difference anyway. Hey, please sit down, Geralt. Please sit down. There is a market tomorrow, so it’s a mess here. How have you been lately? Tell me!”

The demon hunter said: "Let's talk later. I have something to ask you, Keldemion. Let's go out and talk."

When they walked out of the house, the crowd of onlookers had already surrounded the donkey. The Sheriff shouted for them to disperse, and Geralt stepped forward to untie the bag. Everyone gasped and backed away.

Even the well-informed Keldemion gasped.

"Gods! Geralt, what is this?"

"A Kikimo. Can I get the bounty?"

Keldemion shifted his foot to use as his center of gravity. He looked at the spider-like black mummy, the vertical pupils in its dull eyes and the needle-like sharp teeth in its bloody mouth.

"Where-did-did you get this?"

"On the embankment. Less than four miles from the town, Keldemion. Just over the swamp. Someone must have disappeared there, like children."

"Oh, yes. You're right. There is, but who would have expected - Hey! Hey! What are you looking at?! What are you doing? Go home! Go home! This is not a show!

Geralt, cover it, the flies are swarming around it."

Back in the house, the Sheriff walked to the table without saying a word, picked up a wine flask on it and drank it all in one gulp. Then he sighed heavily: "There is no bounty, I'm sorry, Geralt." He

After washing his nose, he said gloomily: "No one would have thought that such a thing would be hidden in the swamp. A few local people did disappear there, but... few people would go for a walk on the river bank. What are you doing?

Why go there? Why not take the high road?"

"If I take the high road, it will be difficult for me to make a living. Keldemion, I believe you have not forgotten my profession."

"Oh, yes. I forgot." Keldemion suppressed the urge to hiccup and slowly exhaled: "What a peaceful place this used to be! Although these damn idiots are all terribly stupid.

, but they are doing their job honestly. Even the little devil rarely pees in the milk. But now, a monster is right in front of you. The war has just ended not long ago, gods."

He looked at Geralt and said apologetically: "I'm afraid all I can give you is gratitude, Geralt. There is no reward, no bounty."

"What a pity. I just need some money for the winter." The witcher grabbed a wine bottle on the table, took a sip of wine, wiped the white foam around his mouth, and said, "I'm going to Ispaden.

, but I don’t know if I can get there before the snow closes the road. Maybe this damn snow will trap me in some small town next to the Lutonsky Highway.”

"That's right." Geralt suddenly turned his head and stared at the mayor. His yellow cat eyes made Keldimien's heart jump: "Do you have a handsome man here wearing a black robe with gold thread? He looks like he is from the East.

Come."