Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After sending Christina out of the villa, Geralt was relieved after seeing her return home without stopping. He immediately returned home and put on studded soft armor, breeches and black hard leather boots, and went out with a steel sword.

, and did not tell the black-robed mage what happened.

And He Shenyan didn't ask.

Geralt ran wildly in the city and rushed to the door of Dale as quickly as possible. It was a classic middle-class house with double floors and balconies in a good location. But the witcher was not in the mood to pay attention to this now.

He didn't even want to knock on the door politely, but slapped the door panel hard, making the door bang.

An impatient voice said angrily: "Who is it?! Damn it, are you knocking on the door like this at noon?"

He opened the door and was stunned when he saw the tall demon hunter with a murderous face, and his tone unconsciously weakened: "...What can you do?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

Geralt said in a low voice.

Dale's expression became frightened. He pointed at Geralt and stammered: "I, I was just impulsive that day! Cronin and I are fine, really! If you don't believe me, ask him, my God,

Do not beat me!"

Geralt pulled him up from the ground, covered his mouth, took him into the house, and closed the door with his foot. He held Dell's collar and looked at this man who was already sweating profusely because of fear.

The man clenched his fist.

"Now, I ask and you answer."

"What's your relationship with Cronin?"

"I'm his teacher!" Dell's tone was so fast that it looked like he was really afraid of being beaten.

"Why did you want to stab him with a dagger that day?"

"I was just acting on impulse! Oh my god! For the love of the gods! I was just acting on impulse! He painted a bust of my Alice. Only I can paint her. I was just acting on impulse, please.

Please don’t hit me, please, please..."

This guy was almost about to cry, and his whole body began to tremble. Geralt let go of his hand in disgust, and Dell immediately backed away. He retreated to the wall of the living room and said, "I told you everything!"

At this time, a woman's lazy voice came from upstairs: "What's so noisy? Dale? Is it you?"

Dale's voice immediately became loud and full of energy, and he said loudly: "It's okay, baby! I'm fine, I'm just opening my voice!"

"Are you still interested in music? How come I didn't know this?"

"It was there at the beginning, baby, it's okay! Just go back to sleep!"

The woman smiled and agreed. Dale returned to his weak look, but intentionally or unintentionally blocked the witcher's sight of looking upstairs.

Seeing this, Geralt was silent for a while, and then left his home.

He was walking on the street, seemingly aimless, but in fact he had gradually arrived at the shantytown. This is a slum within a slum, and only those who don't care about anything would choose to live here. Geralt

Entering a dark alley, a tattooed guy stood in the darkness with a simple hammer hanging from his waist, looking at him with a sneer.

"What are you looking at, mutant hybrid?"

Geralt stared at him without saying a word.

The three people beside the tattoo couldn't hold their breath anymore. They gradually gathered around him, and their hands had already touched the weapons on their waists.

"Are your ears filled with cow dung? Can't you hear him asking you what you're looking at?"

Geralt still didn't speak, his silence could really mock people.

Tattoo cursed, and he punched the demon hunter in the face, but was cut off midway. The demon hunter held the sword in one hand, and without hesitation after he succeeded in the blow, he added another sword to pierce it.

The tattoo's heart was tattooed. The tattoo's mouth was open, as if it hadn't realized what was happening.

Geralt didn't even look back. He struck the guy behind him with an elbow and broke a few teeth. Then he pulled out his sword and spun his body like a dance, easily cutting off two heads.

But in the blink of an eye, only one person was left alive.

He raised the dagger in his hand, looked at the steel sword still dripping with blood in the demon hunter's hand, and swallowed.

Geralt didn't talk nonsense to him. He wiped his sword clean on his companion and put it in its sheath. He kicked the guy to a pulp. He rolled on the ground in a panic, got up and wanted to run away, but the hunter

The devil's cold voice sounded behind him: "If you want to die, just run."

He stopped, turned around with a smile on his face, and said: "My lord, my lord, I apologize to you for him..."

Geralt strode forward, punched the guy in the face, pushed him against the wall of the alley, and asked coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, I'll ask you questions. If you dare to hesitate or lie, I will jail you."

Kill all your family members together."

After saying this, he pointed to his eyes: "You should know what I do."

The guy nodded wildly.

"Very well, first question, where is Hawthorne?"

As expected, he did not hesitate and said immediately: "In the underground casino, sir."

"Where is the underground casino?"

"...I'll take you there, okay?"

Geralt kicked his knee off, and when he screamed in agony, he bent down to pick up the dagger he had dropped on the ground, inserted the wasted knee into him, twisted it hard, and said: "The underground casino is here.

where?"

"In...in the sewer of Third Avenue! Sir!" the guy said while holding back the pain.

Geralt looked at him deeply, pulled out the dagger, put his foot on his neck, made a click and left.

According to what he said, Geralt arrived at Third Avenue very quickly. After twists and turns, he found the sewer door here, kicked the door open and walked in. Not long after, noisy voices and voices could be heard in front of him.

All kinds of unpleasant smells. The witcher's eyes sparkled in the dark light of the sewer. He could smell the smell of sweat, alcohol, and tobacco. The noisy voices ranged from screams of excitement to shouts of annoyance.

, it seems that there is indeed a casino in front of it.

After turning an intersection, he saw an iron door. Two tall men stood in front of the door. They looked at the slowly approaching witcher and said, "Stop!"

"Ha, I really didn't expect that we would see a mutant freak coming to the casino."

The one on the left said to the one on the right.

"Yeah, hey, you freak, what are you doing here?"

Geralt looked at them and uttered two words: "Looking for someone."

The two looked at each other, and their hands were already on the swords at their waists. There was no sheath on the sword, and it shone with a cold light. At first glance, it was obvious that it was a standard weapon of the army.

"Who are you looking for?"

There was a clear sword cry, and Geralt's hoarse voice was mixed with the sound of flesh being cut open: "Hawthorne."

He chopped off the head of the big man on the left in an instant with a violent sword force. The man on the right roared and slashed at him. The demon hunter took a step back to avoid the slightest difference in the blade. He pierced it with his backhand sword.

broke his heart.

After doing all this, he created the Alder Seal. The light blue telekinesis blasted open the iron door, flying out and hitting a lot of people. A hoarse voice sounded in the scattered smoke: "Who is

Hawthorne?”