Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

At this time, Geralt was unaware of the old man standing in front of the door because of the mage's little trick. He Shenyan bowed slightly to Vesemir as a simple salute. There was a smile on the old man's face, which was very stiff.

It can be seen that the facial muscles on his face used for smiling are not used much. But it can still make people feel his kindness-but, it is not so friendly to Geralt.

"Geralt."

Vesemir's angry voice sounded in the hall. He didn't care about why the dilapidated Kaer Morhen had once again turned into the glorious appearance he remembered. He just wanted to find out what Geralt was doing.

What did he do with his stash of wine?

The witcher who was posing in front of the mirror - I'm not sure if I should use this word - froze. He immediately turned around. His expressionless look might be very intimidating to strangers, but when he looked at

The guilt in his grown-up Vesemir's eyes was obvious. The old man walked up to him and poked his chest: "Is this what you did to me? You haven't come back for several years, and as soon as you come back, you will drink all my wine."

?You didn’t even let go of that bottle of Dong Zhidong! I couldn’t bear to drink it!”

Geralt was poked by him and stepped back repeatedly. He cast a look at the mage asking for help, and He Shenyan responded with a helpless smile, and then looked away - he drank the small cup of something.

In the East, Geralt drank all the other wines by himself, and he also repaired the castle. No matter what, he should not share the blame with Geralt.

"Vesemir..."

"What? With your clever mouth, have you finally figured out how to fool this old man like me?"

"No..."

"What do you mean? Are you just going to send me away with just one word?"

"I don't..."

"You didn't drink? Who else are you?"

"Wait a minute," Geralt finally found time to finish his words. He took advantage of Vesemir's breath and said quickly: "I drank it, but didn't you see what Kaer Morhen looked like?

"

Vesemir exposed him mercilessly: "Come on, if you have the ability, I will let you use your original name, Mr. Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde,

do you think so?"

Geralt, whose dark history was exposed, looked a little angry. He quickly took off his leather armor and gave it to Vesemir: "Okay, okay! I know I was wrong, I will give you this leather armor."

Compensated!"

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head. He stuffed the leather armor back to Geralt and pointed at the mess in the hall and the mop and bucket in the corner. He didn't say anything, but Geralt knew what he wanted him to do.

.

The demon hunter muttered something, but still went to work honestly, leaving Vesemir and He Shenyan to sit down in the hall.

The old man stretched out his hand towards the black-robed mage, and He Shenyan, who was holding it, could feel the calluses on his palms and fingers as well as the still strong strength. Vesemir showed his stiff smile again and introduced himself: "

Vesemir, the mentor of the Wolf School."

"He Shenyan is just a wandering mage."

"I don't think a wandering mage can use this kind of magic. Kaer Morhen looks exactly the same as in my memory, before she was breached." Vesemir pointed to the mural on the ceiling, with a look in his eyes.

With a nostalgic look: "That place has been restored perfectly. Your magic is very powerful."

He Shenyan accepted this calmly.

Vesemir continued: "But I don't know why you want to hang out with that guy. Mr. He, a powerful mage like you can enter and leave the palaces of kings. You will be their most distinguished guest."

The mage laughed, and the smile disappeared fleetingly: "I'm not interested in this."

"But isn't that what you mages love to do the most? Perhaps second only to using magic to create dangerous creatures."

"Perhaps most mages are aiming here, but it has nothing to do with me. As I said, I am just a wandering mage. Aren't wandering people and wandering people a perfect match?" The mage continued:

"I know what you are worried about, Mr. Vesemir, but I do not mean any harm, so you can rest assured. Geralt is my friend."

The old man glanced at him. At this moment, he might just be a father who was worried about his son: "I hope so, sir. I hope you can forgive me for my offense."

"It's nothing, I've heard worse things." The mage laughed, and his answer relieved the somewhat stiff atmosphere.

"So, by the way, would you mind telling me what Geralt has been up to this year?"

He Shenyan blinked and said, "Ah, I only knew him for a few months. We spent the winter in Novigrad, and he...well, I'm not sure if I should say it."

"He took the money to hang out with the girls again, didn't he?"

"Well...probably not just 'the girls'."

The corners of Vesemir's eyes twitched, and he supported his face with his right hand: "I have told him many times to stop spending money on them. He is already fifty-four years old, how can he still act like this?

Like a playboy."

"Not only that, he also killed many water ghosts." He Shenyan tried to say something for Geralt.

The old man's words were precise and sharp, and he made no secret of it: "Yes, even the worst apprentice demon hunter can take out a sword and kill a dozen water ghosts. If he can't even do this well, he might as well stay in the castle."

Please clean up here for me."

Geralt, who was scolded for no reason, took a mop and shouted: "Hey! What did I do again?"

Vesemir shouted back: "You know better!"

"Well...he actually did something very heroic, and I think it was a just act."

After hearing this, the old man finally sighed helplessly: "I know what he did... What he did in Novigrad even spread to Oxenfurt, and I killed him there.

A bat-winged demon, when he returned to the city, he heard about the great things a white-haired demon hunter had done in Novigrad. His reputation may now be so famous that the people on Skellige know about him, tsk tsk,

Do you know what Oxenfurt's newspapers said about him?"

"They call him the Bald Knight, listen to this damn name!" Vesemir mocked mercilessly. He Shenyan knew why he was so angry. The dispute between the Gregory family and the city councilors was enough to make a hunter

The demon lost his life. After all, no matter how powerful he was, he was only a demon hunter, and demon hunters have never been able to resist the power of money - there are countless people who are willing to sacrifice their lives for a little gold, so what does a demon hunter mean?

"He did do chivalrous things, Mr. Vesemir. There are many people in the world who possess power, but few are willing to use their power to help others. Geralt is one of the few."

"This is what worries me most about him." The old man lowered his voice and said slowly: "I have seen too many demon hunters die because of their kindness."

The mage showed a somewhat mysterious smile and had something to say.