Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"So, you're not going to talk about what that thing is?"

Geralt and He Shenyan were sitting in the hall of Kaer Morhen. A gold and silver chandelier hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall. Even the murals on the ceiling had been restored by the mage.

He Shenyan was in a daze holding the green gem in his hand. Geralt was squatting on the ground. There was a bathtub in front of him. There was a long piece of meat in it, pink and crimson. The witcher had a piece of meat in his mouth.

A pipe he got from nowhere was being processed for this piece of meat. His technique was like that of an experienced butcher, peeling off the skin, cramping the tendons, and dividing the muscles without any ambiguity.

"Ah, believe me, Geralt. That thing has nothing to do with you and your world. So just ignore it."

He Shenyan said casually that he only had this gem left in his hand. Gu Yi's note also disappeared in the wind after he read it. And this gem, no matter how you look at it, is just an ordinary gem.

There are no magic fluctuations, no hidden secret words, and no possible mechanisms. It is really just an ordinary green gem - it can be sold for a sum of money at best, and because it has been cut into a shape, it cannot be sold for a high price.

.

"Tsk..."

Putting the gem on the table casually, the mage rubbed his eyebrows in distress. Ancient One used to like to give him this kind of riddles, and God knows how much he hated the Riddler. But now, Ancient One has come back from the dead, traveling through the world, and wants to

Throw him a bunch of riddles.

"never mind."

Unable to figure it out, he decided to put all these problems behind him. Now he thought it would be a waste of time and just do something that interests him first.

The witcher was still dealing with the remains of the pterodactyl. After the plane disappeared into thin air, Geralt asked the wizard to move his fingers so that the dragon would follow them back to the castle - in the form of a corpse.

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When asked why he cherished a pterodactyl so much, the witcher sighed helplessly: "I drank all Vesemir's wine. In order to prevent him from coming back and kicking my ass, I have to give him some."

Compensation. For example, make him Ssangyong leather boots or something like that."

He Shenyan suddenly became interested when he thought of this. He asked.

"Well, are you interested in getting a set of dragon skin armor to wear?"

A complex magic circle suddenly lit up in the mage's hand. Geralt looked up at him, confused: "What? You can also make armor?"

He Shenyan smiled and nodded mysteriously: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

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Half an hour later, they arrived at Kaer Morhen's basement. A soft ball of light lit up in the mage's hand, illuminating the entire basement. Seeing this, Geralt put down the candle in his hand and expressed his envy again: "

Damn...why are spells so convenient?!"

"Don't you know how to do it?"

"What I know is incomparable to what you know."

He Shenyan shrugged.

Geralt lowered a piece of skin from his back, and the piece of skin stirred up a puddle of dust on the table in the basement.

The skin of pterodactyls cannot be said to be very hard, but it is definitely first-rate in terms of flexibility. It is a good material for making leather armor. After their skin is treated with special techniques, it can even prevent arrows from penetrating, let alone

Speaking of sword blades. Unless the sword is inlaid with rune stones, there is no way to pierce their leather armor.

Of course, with such good skin, there are reasons why pterodactyls have not been extinct so far. One is that they are too dangerous, and the other is that their skin is very difficult to handle and must be handled by skilled craftsmen - here comes the highlight

Already.

Witchers generally have no money - no money - so they can't find good craftsmen.

"It's your turn to perform." Geralt spread his hands and stepped back to prepare to watch the show.

The mage's hand lit up with light again, and the entire piece of skin flew up after being briefly illuminated. The white light in his hand shone brightly, and Geralt watched as the rough and even bloodshot skin transformed into a piece of skin in an instant.

It is a set of exquisite leather armor. The shoulder armor, elbow wrist guards, chest and back are all engraved with complex patterns. The red and black colors contain powerful and breathtaking magic. It even gives Geralt an illusion -

—He felt like the leather armor was breathing.

In fact, that was not his illusion.

"How's it going?" He Shenyan motioned for him to come forward and take a look.

The demon hunter walked forward eagerly. The way he stroked the leather armor was like stroking a lover, gently and with love, which even made the mage feel a chill: "Uh... Geralt, I know my skills.

Very nice, but there is no need for you to show that expression..."

After being reminded, the witcher immediately came back to his senses, and his expression returned to its usual indifference - or it would be better to call it sullen.

Geralt held the leather armor in his hands, and from the look on his face, he wished he could put it on now. He Shenyan raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to give Vesemir some compensation in case he goes home and kicks you?"

Butt?”

"Yeah, but I'm talking about a pair of boots, not this... baby." Geralt said seriously, and walked up with the leather armor in his arms. The mage shook his head helplessly, and the two returned to the hall again.

The witcher immediately took off his bloody shirt, ran to the other end of the corner of the hall, dragged out his suitcase, found a relatively clean one and put it on. This was not the end, he even ran to

He brought a mirror down from the second floor of the castle and placed it in front of the fireplace, and then began to put on leather armor.

Even if He Shenyan didn't want to, he had to admit that the demon hunter was indeed in good shape. After putting on that leather armor, he looked even more heroic, with a bit of a knight-errant temperament - but it was a pity for the villagers outside.

No one would think of him that way. The handsome demon hunter is a false proposition. You can't prove whether it exists.

Moreover, even if there is, he is still a demon hunter. All demon hunters can get is endless abuse and hatred. This was not built overnight, but it lasted for hundreds of years under the guidance of some thoughtful people with ulterior motives.

It became what it is now.

Facts have proven once again that the truth can never reach half the popularity of a lie - because humans are wired to lie.

The demon hunter was so happy that he almost forgot about everything. He even picked up his sword and gestured in front of the mirror, admiring how he looked in leather armor. When He Shenyan heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside the door, he raised his eyebrows and showed a smirk,

A small trick was used to disable the witcher's excellent hearing for a moment - then, the door to the hall was pushed open, and a strong old man with white beard and hair walked in.

When he saw Geralt, he was a little happy at first, but when he glanced at the empty wine bottles on the ground and the most important bottle of Dong Zhidong, his expression changed.