Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The Sheriff scratched his face in confusion and said: "Why do you ask this suddenly? No, Geralt. There is no such person as you mentioned in the local area. If there is, those women who gossip all day long will definitely put him on the threshold.

It’s flattened.”

"Okay, thank you." The demon hunter nodded, and he stood up and was about to leave. Keldemien quickly grabbed him and asked: "Can you stay in Bravikan for a while? Anyway, you want to

Why don't you stay here with me for the winter? There is an empty room in the attic - why would you send it to your door to be blackmailed by those treacherous hotel owners? We can chat. I really want to know about your new experiences of traveling around the world in the past two years.

Woolen cloth."

"I really want to, but what will Li Poxi think? She was obviously lukewarm towards me last time."

"Hi! In our family, a woman's words don't count. But let's say this privately, don't do what you did last time again."

"You mean the time I threw the fork at the mouse?"

"No, I'm talking about you actually hitting it."

"Isn't this interesting?"

"It's very interesting! But she doesn't think so, don't do it in front of Li Poxi. We can cook and eat at her. Also, what is your name, that thing at the door?"

"Kikimo."

"Is it any use to you?"

"What do I want it for? If there is no reward, just throw it into the cesspool."

"That's not a bad idea. Hey! Kareka, Borg, Kerry Babe! Are you there?"

A town guard walked in with a halberd on his shoulder. The sharp blade of the halberd scraped the door frame, leaving a mark. But no one except Geralt noticed this.

"Kerry Babb, go find someone to take that donkey away and throw the Kikimo on its back into the manure pit. Do you understand?"

"I obey. But... Lord County Chief——"

"What?"

"Maybe before throwing this scary monster into the cesspool-"

"how?"

"We can take it to Master Ilion. Maybe he can use it."

Keldemion slapped his forehead.

"You've got some sense, Kerry Babe. Listen, Geralt, maybe our local wizard will give you something in exchange for your dead body. The fishermen often bring him the weirdest fish.

——For example, Octopus, Clebat and Heron. Many people have made a fortune from this. Come on, let's go to the tower."

"Wait a minute, you actually found yourself a mage? Is he planning to stay for a long time, or is he just passing through?"

"Long-term stay. His name is Ilion, and he has lived in Blavikan for a year. He is a powerful wizard, Geralt, and you can tell from his appearance."

"I highly doubt that a powerful mage would pay for a kikimo," Geralt grimaced. "As far as I know, there are no alchemical recipes that require it as an ingredient. Needless to say, your Ilion will be humiliated.

I, we witchers and mages never get along very well."

"I've never heard of Master Ilion humiliating anyone. Of course, I can't swear he'll pay you, but it never hurts to try. Maybe there are kikimo in the swamp, and what if that's the case? Why?

Just in case, let the wizard take a look at this monster, and then go over to the swamp and cast some spells."

The witcher thought for a moment. "Okay, Keldemion. But I have other things to do. Why don't you tell me where the tower is, and I will go there by myself later."

"It's right next to the town center. It's made of granite and very conspicuous."

"Okay, thank you very much, Keldemion. See you at the tavern tonight, or at the Golden Court?"

"Of course! You can see tonight, I have won a lot of Gwent in the past two years!"

The witcher let out a low chuckle and turned around to go out. The donkey stayed there, guarded by two guards. While they drove away the crowd trying to surround them, they themselves also peeked at the Kikimo Tuna.

The tavern was not far from the Sheriff's house, so he let the poor horse rest for a while. Geralt walked slowly on the dirt road and soon reached the entrance of the tavern.

He opened the door and saw the man in black robe sitting in the corner with his back to him, pouring himself a drink. Geralt glanced around and saw that the tavern at noon was very clean and there were no people around. The bartender saw him coming in but said nothing and just continued

He lowered his head and wiped the thick wooden wine glass.

Geralt came and sat down opposite the man. The scabbard of his sword hit the bench with a muffled sound. The man smiled and stretched out a long, white hand to shake it, not minding the stains on the witcher's gloves at all.

.

"Hello, I don't know what to call you?"

"Geralt." The witcher's hoarse voice was filled with undisguised vigilance.

The man kept a polite smile and introduced himself: "My name is He Shenyan, which may be a bit confusing for you. So please call me He."

Geralt nodded and said, "Okay, He. What do you want from me?"

The man's eyes lit up, he pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "That's right, Mr. Geralt. I would like to ask you to help me complete a research, and the reward will be generous."

As he said this, he took out a long gold bar from the sleeve of his robe. Geralt's eyes kept staring at the gold bar for a while, reluctant to leave. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva to moisten it.

With a hoarse voice, he said: "What kind of research? I must declare in advance that I will not accept any commission that is too dangerous."

"you."

For a moment, Geralt thought he heard wrongly. But he quickly stood up and said coldly: "I'm sorry, I refuse."

"No, no, no, you must have misunderstood something." The man who called himself "Why" stood up. He stretched out a hand to stop Geralt, still smiling: "I'm not asking you to drink potions or do an autopsy.

You and the like. I just want to follow you for a while to observe you, that's all. Aren't you a witcher? Please forgive me, I didn't say this word very well. I mean, I just want to watch

Let’s see how you kill those monsters.”

They sat back at the table and the man poured Geralt a glass of wine, but he had no intention of drinking it.

"...I don't understand." The witcher said dullly.

"What?"

"In my impression, mages usually don't communicate with us so patiently."

"you?"

"The Witcher."

"Ah, yes. You can think of me as a slightly different mage." When he said this, his smile disappeared, but soon came back to that handsome face. Geralt found that he completely watched

I don't know what this man wants to do.

"No, what I mean is that if you have any requirements from us, you will usually say it directly. It is not a transaction."

"Interesting, do you have any covenant with the mages? Do you have to do things for them?"

"No, but you are much stronger than us."

"This... I reserve my opinion."

Maybe it's not much stronger, He Shenyan said silently in his heart.

"In short, the transaction is very simple, Mr. Geralt. I don't ask for anything. It doesn't require you to pay anything, and it doesn't require you to shed any blood or sweat. I just need to allow me to watch while you work. What do you think?

?”

He placed the gold bar on the table and pushed it towards Geralt.

The witcher smiled bitterly in his heart, how should I refuse? I can't beat you, well, I have money anyway.

He accepted the gold bar, and the two shook hands again: "Deal."

Geralt didn't drink the glass of wine until they left the tavern.