Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"This is not over! Cronin, just stand there and listen to me. You are painting my wife without my consent. This is not over!"

The man in a black silk shirt shouted angrily at the young man opposite him, then took out a dagger and rushed towards the young man. He stood there blankly, still holding a paintbrush in his hand.

, Geralt guessed that he should be a young painter or apprentice. These collectors can be seen in various squares in Novigrad. They often draw with drawing boards and sketch pens all day long.

From his personal point of view, the witcher believes that they are of no use to society at all - and he still has some shadows about this because of the last painting.

It is already the end of December in 1233, and it will soon be 1234. Frankly speaking, Geralt is having a good time in Novigrad these days. He sometimes misses Vesemir, Eskel and that troubled man.

The disgusting Lambert. The witcher doesn't know how they are doing now, but he wishes them all the best. The number of members of the Wolf School is so small that they cannot afford any losses.

However, there was a rational part in his heart that always reminded him: no demon hunter can live out his old age peacefully.

Live by the sword, die by the sword.

They were created by Arzu and his teacher Cosimo Malaspina hundreds of years ago, and their fundamental purpose was to kill monsters. At that time, due to the intersection of the celestial spheres, the world became dilapidated.

New monsters appeared every day, and people died like wheat. At that time, even if you just went out for a walk, you might be caught and eaten by a griffon falling from the sky. So the demon hunter came into being - Superman

Their physical fitness, reaction speed several times that of ordinary people, night vision, and immunity to diseases. In addition, all demon hunters have undergone rigorous training step by step as children, and each of them is a well-trained monster killer.

Supplemented by silver swords, seals and alchemy bombs. They can be invincible in the battle with monsters, and they will be sung by bards as protectors and heroes of mankind - so to speak, but the demon hunters in history

No one knows whether the Human Order is really as chivalrous and chivalrous as Arzu imagined. Time has taken away everything, leaving behind several divided schools.

Nowadays, due to long-standing prejudices, provocative behaviors and false rumors, the profession of witchers is feared by the world, and later even hated by others. The resulting extreme persecution and massacres made witchers almost

Extinct. Only a handful of demon hunters have survived in the world, and they still insist on this special job, traveling to every corner of the world, killing monsters to obtain meager bounties.

Sometimes, Geralt also asks himself.

Why don't you accept assassination commissions like the Cat School? You know, killing is not only easier than killing monsters, but the amount of money will be several times or even ten times higher. You will live much better than now. At least you don't have to pay for a few dollars.

You don't have to quarrel with the tax collector and the village chief for a long time like a beggar. You don't need to risk your life with a sword to kill monsters in freezing or hot weather, and you don't have to be pointed at your nose and scolded as a mutant freak.

But he just can't do it.

Just like now.

Geralt reached out his hand at lightning speed, accurately stopped the right hand of the man in the black silk top, knocked the dagger in his hand to the ground, and then kicked him to the ground.

"Are you OK?"

His deep voice sounded.

The young man didn't seem to realize what happened. He stared at the witcher blankly. After a while, he came back to his senses and laughed happily: "Ah! Hello! Sir! Please sit down.

Down!"

He pointed to the chair opposite him.

Geralt raised his eyebrows and repeated, "Are you okay?"

The young man seemed a little nonchalant at this time: "Yes, yes, sir, of course I'm fine! Please sit down, okay? I'm going to draw a picture for you! God, what you did just now is so charming.

, you are simply like a work of art!”

"..."

artwork.

The witcher laughed at himself in his heart that you could still get such an honor.

He looked back at the man groaning on the ground and raised his fist threateningly. This small gesture immediately made him run away.

The witcher wanted to leave, but when the young man named Cronin saw him leaving, he was so anxious that he grabbed him and pressed him down on the chair with both force and force. Jero

Te was very uncomfortable with this situation. He scratched his face in embarrassment and said: "Ahem, listen, if you really want to draw, why don't you go to a quieter place? I mean..."

He looked around. People were coming and going in the square, and many of them looked at him strangely.

To his surprise, Cronin's face became extremely serious at this time, and his voice became louder: "No! Sir! You don't understand, this is the kind of atmosphere I want. To be misunderstood by the world and even

The despised hero will also stand up to protect the weak. I finally found the subject I have always wanted to paint, sir! You are really my savior!"

"..." Geralt fell into silence again. He found that he really couldn't deal with this kind of person, so he had to sit there as if on pins and needles, hoping that he would finish quickly.

Unexpectedly, Cronin painted longer and longer. He painted from morning to noon. When the witcher's belly began to remind him, Cronin finally finished the painting.

He excitedly asked Geralt to take a look at the painting. He turned the drawing board around, and Geralt was shocked by the painting in front of him.

The person in the painting is him, there's no doubt about it, but it doesn't look like him.

In the painting, he is covered with wounds and dripping with blood. He is holding a sharp sword in his hand, and the other sword fell to the ground. A huge dark shadow is approaching him from the jungle, but the witcher never means to retreat.

, he still held the sword tightly and protected the innocent woman behind him well.

Not to mention whether Geralt would do such a thing, the amount of bleeding made the witcher very convinced that the young painter lacked common sense. If he really had so much blood, then he was a mutant from the Trial of Green Grass.

Must be some kind of powerful vampire.

"How's it going, sir?"

"...You draw very well."

"Good? No, no, no, this is not good! Sir, this is just a rough draft. I will take it back and draw it again, using the best oil paint. Believe me, sir, you will be able to paint those pictures in no time.

I heard your name from the mouth of the art buyer, oh, I haven’t asked your name yet, sir, what is your name?”

Geralt was groaning in his heart. Even an artistic idiot like him could see that this young man's painting skills were extraordinary. Sooner or later, a painting about a witcher would be known to Vesemir and the others.

Laughed at.

However, after a period of silence, he still spoke.

"Geralt of Rivia."