Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The mage walked into the hotel empty-handed. The boss was not waiting behind the bar. There was only a white-haired demon hunter sitting at the table drinking.

He approached the witcher and sat down on the opposite side of the table. He Shenyan saw another scar on Geralt's face. It was very shallow. His complexion was not good. He frowned when he raised his hand to drink.

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Geralt finished his drink and placed the heavy wooden cup heavily on the table. Some foam flowed down his beard and into his neck. He didn't care about it and said: "It took you a long time to go there."

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The mage nodded, and like a magic trick, he took out a small bottle from the sleeve of his black robe. There was nothing in it. He Shenyan didn't think it was strange at all. He opened the lid and poured the air in the bottle into Jero.

In Te's cup, the latter asked with a strange face: "Do you mind explaining it to me?"

The mage didn't say anything, he just smiled and pushed the cup back, gesturing for him to drink.

The witcher glanced at him, raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp. When his tongue just touched the contents of the seemingly empty cup, it gave him a taste he had never tasted before. The hunter gave him a taste he had never tasted before.

The demon couldn't describe his feelings at this time. He only felt that tens of millions of flavors exploded in his mouth, and even formed a new universe. At that moment, Geralt 'saw' colors through his tongue, counting

Endless stars drifted in a clear ocean, giving him a soft light.

From He Shenyan's perspective, he froze after taking a sip and stared blankly ahead, maintaining that posture for a long time without moving.

"How does it feel?"

the mage asked leisurely.

"...What is that? I tasted...no, I saw...it was really beautiful."

The demon hunter came back to his senses and looked at the cup blankly.

He Shenyan spread his hands: "It's hard to explain this to you, Geralt. However, you just drank the last legacy of a civilization, but it doesn't matter. That was their last wish."

"What are you talking about? Legacy?"

"Well...it's a long story, do you want to hear it?"

Geralt moved his arm, but the pain was still there. He looked upstairs again and nodded to the mage: "We still have a lot of time, at least before Mallory comes down."

"Then, in return, tell me who Mallory is after I finish telling this story."

"Imagine, Geralt. There is such a civilization... They are incorporeal, untouchable, unobservable - unless they want to."

"They live in a wonderful place where there is only the ocean. They float in the ocean, drifting with the current, carefree. When night comes, they will look up at the stars in the sky together. This is one of the traditions of their civilization.

During this time, they will appear briefly, like a star. And when night comes...imagine it, Geralt."

"You descend from among the stars... As the night falls, you see an ocean with countless stars floating in the ocean, all of different colors, all emitting their own brilliance."

"I just saw it." The demon hunter said honestly.

He Shenyan laughed: "Yes, of course you will see it."

His smile faded slightly, and Geralt felt that what he was about to say might not be too beautiful - just like those fairy tales, if you see a princess or prince living a happy and carefree life,

Then you will understand that he or she will soon be in trouble.

"Anyway, a long time passed. A stranger came into their world. This person seemed very friendly and always happy. He was always smiling. Out of a sense of intimacy, they were willing to get close to this person.

People, and even accept him as a member of the ethnic group."

"Then, after a while, this stranger had completed his purpose of coming here. He successfully analyzed them and understood how they communicated and reproduced. To him, they had no value.

.He announced one night that everyone should gather around him. There was no concept of lies in their civilization, so they all came according to what the stranger said."

"So, on that night, this civilization was destroyed."

He Shenyan pointed to the bottle and said, "That is their last legacy."

"What is it?"

"That picture, Geralt. What you saw was the best picture in their lives. They didn't know why the stranger wanted to hurt them, but they still remained kind to the world. As it should be, they disappeared. But

That kindness has not disappeared. At least, it continues in you. And that stranger, he saw an unprecedented spectacle..."

"He saw the creatures that he had harmed and killed with magic taking shape. They were floating in the ocean, hugging each other, and even strangers were not forgotten."

"After doing all this, they slowly dissipated under the stars and turned into a mottled starlight. And at the end, they gave the stranger a gift."

"They put their best memories into some bottles, gave them to strangers, and blessed him deeply."

He Shenyan looked at the mottled marks on the table and touched it with his fingers: "Strangers don't know that they actually always know what he wants to do. Each of them is a natural psychic who can read minds and teleport.

Even causing destruction. But they have never done this, and they don't even know it. They just use their abilities to communicate with each other."

"The stranger was accepted, and he thought he had control of everything. Little did he know that while he was being treated as a member of the tribe... he was also unknowingly being seen by them in their memories. After all, they have always done this. This

Civilization has no secrets.”

"They saw the dark and cruel history in this man's mind, and they felt sad for the first time. And from his memory, they learned another concept... called a gift."

The demon hunter's throat rolled up and down, and he said dryly: "...The ending of this story had better be a happy ending."

He Shenyan calmly replied: "That depends on whose perspective you are on."

"For them, this is a happy ending. But for that man..."

The mage laughed and shook his head: "His end will not be so good."

"Please tell me he didn't deserve a good death."

"He's gone crazy. Geralt. For a mage, this is more painful than killing him."

"But I still want him to die."

"It's been a long time, Geralt. Long enough for you to hear this as a story. By the way, do you feel like you've changed a bit?"

The witcher didn't know why, so he scratched his head. But this time, the pain didn't remind him.