Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt hurried back to the house he and the black-robed mage rented together at six o'clock in the evening. It was very ordinary and cheap. In addition, it was enough for the two bachelors to enjoy their own space.

After careful consideration and calculation, Geralt came to the conclusion that if he was going to stay in Novigrad for a few months until spring, it would be better to find a hotel instead of staying in a hotel.

House for rent.

As we all know, hotel owners are profiteers and will try their best to steal your money.

Although Geralt knew that He Shenyan was probably rich and didn't care about money, he still asked for the rent to be split in half. The black-robed mage agreed with a smile. When they found the house, the landlord didn't want to rent it to an entire house.

"A mutated killer who kills water ghosts in the sewers" - you can make this sentence ten times worse. Believe me, that old woman can scold you much more unpleasantly.

But when the black-robed mage appeared, she immediately changed her attitude. The change was so drastic that Geralt secretly cursed in his heart for a long time.

Back to the topic, Geralt opened the door, and he was not surprised to see He Shenyan sitting on the comfortable green sofa and reading a book. There were already several piles of books around him. The witcher has good eyesight.

When he saw the title of the book, "The History of Demon Hunters", he said calmly: "What book are you reading?"

"About your history." He Shenyan revealed part of his face from the book, his eyes still staring at the book instead of the witcher. Geralt heard him say: "I think I understand you from you.

Not enough... After all, you have been killing water ghosts all winter. Do you know what the guard in the sewer said about you? 'Water Ghost Slayer', haha, he really has a sense of humor."

The demon hunter placed his sword on the table on the right side of the door and said angrily: "Yeah, that idiot always shouts that damn title every time he sees me coming. I don't know how he came up with it.

.What a hell. And you can’t blame me for this. It’s not my problem that there are only water ghosts in Novigrad.”

"Uh-huh."

"..."

Geralt walked straight to the kitchen and started to prepare something to eat for himself. He hadn't eaten anything seriously in the house for a long time. Normally, in the wild, he would usually eat some cold and hard dried meat. Conditions

The best thing is to just throw them into a pot and boil them to make them less chewy. Geralt suspected more than once that if he was not a witcher, the dried meat would probably chip out his teeth.

While he was busy chopping vegetables, he raised his voice and said intentionally or unintentionally: "Well, you know, when I passed the Patriarch's Square today, a young man drew a picture for me."

"Uh-huh."

"He draws very well."

"Uh-huh."

"And it's not finished yet. He said he wanted to paint it in the style of an oil painting, and he asked me to go to his house to have a look last week."

"Uh-huh."

Geralt wanted to curse at this moment, but he held back. The black-robed mage's smiling voice came from the living room: "If you can't help it, don't hold it back, Geralt. I can still joke.

."

Yes, of course you can afford it.

Geralt remembered that he came back drunk a few days ago and accidentally vomited on some of the wizard's books. When he woke up the next morning, he found himself naked and thrown on the balcony, with the man opposite him

The woman stared at him intently, and when they met later, she even patted Geralt's butt. Thinking of this, a chill arose in his heart.

The witcher decided not to mention the matter.

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One morning a week later, Geralt put on some decent clothes, at least that's what the owner of the tailor shop said. Geralt didn't have any requirements for clothes, as long as they weren't tights, but in the mirror, his clothes

This blue and white robe looked really nice, so he bought it.

He followed the address given by the young man and walked all the way to his house. It was in a remote villa in the upper city - it refers to the place being remote, but this house was very grand. The beautiful wooden villa had three floors, and it was very beautiful.

Lott looked at it for a while before confirming that the windows of the house were all stained glass. There was actually a small fountain in front of the door, and there was a statue of a man he didn't know. The witcher guessed that it was some kind of artistic celebrity.

Category.

There was a garden behind the house, and he could see grapevines and many precious flowers. Geralt realized that even if the young man was a fool, he was also a very rich fool.

He walked to the door and knocked. The witcher waited patiently for five minutes, but no one answered.

He knocked again, this time harder, and his fingers made a clicking sound on the heavy oak door. He was sure that the guy could hear it even if he was sleeping, but after five minutes, no one answered.

The witcher suddenly felt that something was wrong, and a familiar smell began to spread in his nose. Previously, he could not distinguish it due to the floral fragrance and overly complex smell, but now, he could smell it.

Clear and remembered - blood.

The witcher kicked open the door and saw the young man who was still alive and kicking a week ago lying on his back in his living room, with drawing papers scattered on the floor around him. His entire chest and abdominal cavity had been cut open, and his internal organs had been cut open.

He took it out and put it aside. The blood kept spreading and flowed down the river until he was standing by the door.

Geralt felt as if something was stuck in his throat. His special eyes not only allowed him to see in the dark, but also saw traces that ordinary people couldn't see.

Drag marks.

He quickly entered the state. Cronin was not killed here. A long drag mark extended from a room inside to the living room. The witcher slowly entered the villa, his

His steps were as gentle as a cat's, making no sound on the solid wood floor. He casually picked up a vase as a weapon, stepped over Cronin, his internal organs and blood, and arrived at the room.

It's hard to describe the way Geralt stood in the room holding a vase, his head lowered, the morning sunlight shining in through the open glass window, and the breeze blowing his hair. In the center of the room, there was a

A completed oil painting.

The witcher is standing in the middle of the screen. He has an expressionless face and holds a sharp sword in his hand. There is another one stuck on the ground not far away. Behind him, there is a frightened woman leaning closely against him. The witcher protects her with one hand.

Behind him, a sword was pointed at a huge, dark figure.

"You draw very well, my friend."

Geralt's voice sounded in the room.