Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt was sitting on a chair, with his legs crossed on the coffee table in the living room, flipping through a miscellaneous book "Novigrad: The Darkest Secret!" in his hand.

The owner of this house is a businessman, and he is engaged in the timber business. This business has been doing well in Novigrad in recent years, and the couple moved into this three-story villa as a matter of course a year ago. The interior decoration Needless to say, in Geralt's opinion, if there weren't those scary bloodstains and broken arms, this would be a very nice villa that could sell for at least five thousand crowns.

Tsk, five thousand crowns.

How many kelpies do I need to kill to earn enough money?

The witcher's thoughts turned in a strange direction. Although he had a book in his hand, his mind was no longer there.

He Shenyan stood by the window, with his hands behind his back, observing the people coming and going on the street, and said casually: "Do you have any idea about this commission?"

"Honestly, no." Geralt threw the book aside and replied: "There is no smell, no footprints. There are no traces of a fight. The age of those blood stains makes me suspect that they have been there for a week. I You can't even smell the blood."

"so?"

"So I have to wait here all night to see if something strange happens late at night as he said." Geralt said.

He stood up, his boots squeaking on the floor, and he began to walk around, observing the details in the room, until he was attracted by an oil painting hanging at the entrance of the stairs leading to the second floor.

It was a painting depicting the port of Novigrad. Even considering the witcher's character who was not interested in art, it was a pretty good painting.

He walked over, stood in front of the painting with his arms folded, and said: "How much money did these businessmen make? This house...the furniture, the porcelain shipped from the east, and this oil painting. God, life is really unfair. ,What do you think?"

"Yes." He Shenyan said softly, with a gentle tone.

Geralt, who had his back turned to him, suddenly noticed something was wrong, and something stung his brain.

He seemed to be unwary, but in fact he had already held the Quen Seal with his right hand, and a swirling orange stream of light appeared on him. The next second, the demon hunter drew his sword and turned around, all in one movement, but no attack came.

However, there was no one at the window at this time, and the black-robed mage was nowhere to be seen.

"......what?"

Geralt shouted loudly, he was not sure if this was some kind of prank by the mage - although in Geralt's opinion, he was not the person who would do such a thing.

At the same time, he felt an ambiguous breath on his neck, and the demon hunter's face twitched.

Without any hesitation, he turned around again and made a powerful and heavy horizontal slash. The blade of the sword carved a deep crack in the wall. Amidst the flying wood chips, the Witcher tensed his muscles, but nothing happened. .

Just like before, there was nothing there, and the wolf head pendant on his chest didn't even vibrate at all.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and the demon hunter realized the seriousness of the problem.

Yes, they are monster killers. They live by this and will die by it. And Geralt is the most outstanding among them. He has killed many dangerous monsters, but whether it is a flying dragon or a petrified Cockatrices and griffins will all bleed from the slashes of the silver sword. Even the difficult demon spirits can be killed by the demon spirit oil, the Seal of Arden and the alchemy bomb.

But what if it is a monster that cannot be attacked?

We all know that to kill a creature, you must first make it bleed. If you cannot do this, then killing is just nonsense.

A huge force suddenly struck, and the shield formed by Quen's seal was shattered in an instant, causing Geralt to fall freely in the room. He was hit hard against the wall, and the silver sword

It also fell to the ground. Before the demon hunter could get up, he picked up a new Quen Sigil again. The set of studded soft armor on his body was indeed made of solid materials and exquisite workmanship. But it did not save him from pain. He bit

Zhuya rolled to his feet, picked up the sword, and glanced around with his cat eyes, looking for any traces that the attacker might have left.

But he found nothing.

Apart from the traces left by his sword blade and the mess caused by the blow, there was nothing. It was even eerily quiet.

Quiet?

The witcher suddenly realized that something was wrong. This house was located next to the Patriarch's Square, the city center of Novigrad. It couldn't be so quiet even in the middle of the night. He looked back out the window, and the scene there had disappeared.

, just like a painter erasing his unfinished unsatisfactory semi-finished product, leaving only a void of darkness.

But this room without candles was filled with light.

"Damn it..."

Geralt became calmer at this juncture. He took out the Arden sigil and placed it under his feet. It was a magic trap set on the surface or floor. The lavender sigil appeared on the ground for a moment, and then disappeared.

His expression was serious, and his muscles were tense as he stood on guard.

the other side.

He Shenyan turned around, and there was a dark magic flashing through the room just now, so fast that he almost didn't react. The moment the black-robed mage turned his head, he enveloped the entire room with his spiritual power.

He moved his fingers again and carefully applied five soul protection spells to himself.

There was no one in the space where his fellow witcher had just stood. On the contrary, the exquisite oil paintings on the wall had some changes. The painter's painting skills were lifelike, and the busy port of Novigrad in the early morning appeared in his paintings.

It is full of vitality. Passers-by, ships, workers unloading goods and fishermen preparing to go to sea together form this painting. There is no doubt that this is a masterpiece.

However, this masterpiece was ruined by the sudden appearance of a white-haired demon hunter.

Geralt's face looks very serious in the painting. He stands among the crowd, holding a sword in his hand and the other on his back. Wearing the studded soft armor, he poses as if he is about to swing the sword.

He Shenyan stared deeply at the painting and felt troubled for the first time.

There is no doubt that this is an invitation, and invitations are the life of a witcher.

He did not hesitate, let go of his mind, and gently touched the painting with his mental power. The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, as if being thrown into a whirlpool, and complex and disgusting color blocks continued to emerge. He frowned

I frowned and tried hard to distinguish the traces left by the originator among these color patches - it was not difficult, it was just disgusting.

Not long after, he also disappeared.