Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt was awakened the next morning by the sound of conversation coming from downstairs. The soundproofing here was not very good, but fortunately the mattress was soft enough. The witcher was shirtless and turned over reluctantly on the bed.

But he couldn't fall asleep again, so he simply stood up, got dressed, and planned to go to the bulletin board in the city to see if anyone needed a witcher.

Before going downstairs, Geralt walked around the corner and heard the innkeeper, the young man with a mustache, saying very quickly: "...She didn't come home last night! Gentlemen, you must be sure

Please help me, I lost my father and my mother. I can’t lose my sister anymore. She is the only one I have!”

At the end of his speech, his voice even sounded like crying.

Geralt heard a man's troubled voice: "Uh, Mallory. I really want to help you, but she just didn't come home for one night. Are you taking the matter a little too seriously?"

Another man said: "Yeah, Mallory. It's very common for girls her age to go out and have fun with the boys they like. Times have changed. Now we don't just meet before getting married like before."

Mallory, the hotel owner, almost cried: "No... no, you don't understand, she always goes home directly after class, but it happened last night!"

The first man to speak sighed: "Okay, we will check it out, so don't worry too much, okay? Well, I mean, nothing will happen to her."

They left amid the clash of armor, and Geralt's excellent hearing allowed him to clearly hear the conversation between the two outside the door.

"How do we check?"

"Check? I don't know how to check. Don't you see that look on him? If I don't agree, he will definitely cry. God, I don't want others to cry. And Mallory is miserable enough, and, say

Really, I also hope that Wei Ya is fine."

They gradually moved away, and the witcher walked down the stairs. He deliberately made a sound of footsteps to remind Mallory.

Geralt saw Mallory's eyes. He had seen many pairs of eyes like this - how many? He couldn't remember. But almost every time, somewhere in his heart, he would feel this kind of look.

I felt a burst of pain, followed by numbness.

"Is there anything to eat?"

The witcher said calmly.

Mallory's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded: "Yes, guest, what would you like to eat?"

Anything will do, except your crying face. The witcher said in his heart.

After dinner, Geralt left the hotel. He paid for two more nights. He walked around the city with a hood and two swords on his back, looking for some commissions. His eyes focused on the notice boards.

He went there, but found nothing. No one needed a witcher, and it was rare to see a place like this. He only saw some notices about looking for lost dogs or lost and found items.

Livia is not a big city, the country is not big, and the capital with the same name is not big either, but at least it has all the internal organs.

So he wandered around, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on the shops with signboards in cursive letters. Most of them had very ambiguous names, which were quite provocative. The witcher touched the money bag around his waist.

, or gave up the idea of ​​going in for a stroll - definitely not because he had no money, but because he wanted to change his mind.

Just listen carefully.

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Wilya woke up in the dark with a splitting headache. She found that both of her hands had been hung up, and a bundle of cloth was stuffed in her mouth, exuding a stinky smell. She did not scream, but tried to move her legs, but failed.

She felt a tearing pain in her lower body. She realized what had happened, and two tears streaked down her dirty face, but other than that, the girl made no other movements.

She didn't scream, didn't try to cry, or even made any unnecessary movements. Her eyes were a little swollen and a little painful. After a while, she was finally able to see things clearly in the darkness.

There was straw on the ground, there were no windows, and it was full of darkness. Her two hands were hung on the beams. The room was quiet and there seemed to be no one. Wilya raised her head and found that the rope was thrown very high, and she was now

He is very weak and there is basically no possibility of escape.

The girl waited quietly in the dark. She didn't know who would push the door in, but she would never cry.

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When Geralt turned the corner, he heard a familiar voice. He raised his eyes and saw that it was He Shenyan. He was still wearing the black robe and was bargaining with a woman at a street stall, holding a book in his hand.

Book.

Geralt heard him say: "No, madam. There is no way this book costs 70 crowns. You are robbing money."

The woman replied firmly: "It costs 70 crowns. If you want to buy it, you have to give me 70 crowns."

He Shenyan sighed, took out the money bag from his waist and threw it to her: "Count it yourself."

The woman stood by her stall, took out 70 crowns from the bag with a smile, handed the money bag back, and said very politely: "Thank you for your business, sir, and I wish you a long life."

He Shenyan laughed twice, and walked towards Geralt like a prophet, looking at the book in his hand: "You are making progress, Geralt. You have nothing but wine on you."

The smell is amazing, but there is no fat powder smell.”

"I have changed my mind."

The mage didn't say anything. He just smiled and shook his head and raised the book in his hand: "Look what I found."

Geralt frowned, trying hard to distinguish the curly font: ""Encyclopedia of Monster Habits"? Why did you buy such a book? Just ask me?"

The mage pulled him to sit down on a bench by the side of the road. He looked through it and said, "No, you have to stay in the city and can't leave until the prophecy comes true. During this time, I have to go about my business."

"How long will I stay?"

The mage shrugged very irresponsibly: "Then I don't know, but you will know it when it is completed."

"Do you have to play this trick? Why don't you speak clearly?"

Geralt's complaint made He Shenyan raise his head helplessly, and he explained: "It's not that I don't want to make it clear, Geralt. It's that I don't know the specific situation, and I can't directly see the future. It's just a

Prophecy is a one-sided description of something, so I don’t like prophecy.”

Geralt leaned back, looked at the people coming and going, and said, "What are you going to do again?"

"I?"

"you."

"Well..." the mage smiled, and his figure gradually disappeared on the bench, leaving only the wide-eyed demon hunter and his vague words: "You can take your time to guess.

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