Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Geralt's eyes widened and he was shocked. He said fiercely: "This injury is nothing. You are a mage. If you want to heal me, you can cast spells instead of letting them..."

He couldn't speak any more.

He Shenyan was not angry, he understood Geralt's reaction. His reaction when he learned the truth after drinking a bottle was actually not much better than Geralt's. At that time, he almost had to duel with Gu Yi.

.As their last legacy, the shocking power of that picture is directly proportional to the nausea after learning the truth.

He Shenyan recalled how she had burst into Gu Yi's room with a sad face and smashed her favorite teapot, and shook her head in amusement.

"Try to take a deep breath... Geralt, I didn't let you drink it just to make you better. It was a parting gift. Back then, they gave it to that man when they were saying goodbye. Now, I'm going to give it to you when I say goodbye.

I'll leave it to you when the time comes. It's a tradition...in my, um, school."

The witcher calmed down. He had rarely been so angry. But it went away as quickly as it came. Geralt did not mention leaving. He changed the topic: "Tradition?"

"My teacher, gave me something to drink before she left."

He Shenyan waved his hand, as if he didn't really want to talk about it, and said, "I went back in advance and made a small gadget and gave it to Vesemir. He should still be fumbling with it now.

How to use it. I deliberately made it very simple. By the way, what do you think of the name 'One-click lazy self-service grass trial machine'?"

He Shenyan said seriously.

The corners of Geralt's eyes twitched and he asked: "One-click... one-click what?"

He Shenyan answered patiently: "One-click lazy self-service grass testing machine."

"You still laugh at the name I gave my horse?"

"To be fair, Geralt. If you only had one horse called Carrot, I wouldn't laugh at you. But if you name every horse Carrot, that would be a problem."

"Hell, the name you chose isn't any better!"

"At least I don't call every little thing I make a 'one-click lazy self-service grass test machine'."

Geralt blushed and stammered: "It's different! It's different... It's different. I have feelings for this name!"

The Master replied without sincerity: "Ah, yes, yes. You are right."

He suddenly frowned and took out an emerald from his arms. At this time, the gem was blooming with bright green light, illuminating half of the hotel. He Shenyan stood up and stuffed the gem back into his arms.

, while saying to Geralt: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time to listen to you about Mallory."

Geralt also stood up: "In such a hurry?"

"Yes."

He Shenyan hurried out of the door. He turned around at the last moment and said to Geralt: "We will meet again, Water Ghost Slayer."

Geralt's face twitched again. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just laughed: "Okay, okay. You are a hateful mage who only talks half of what you like."

He watched He Shenyan leave in a burst of green light, and footsteps came from the stairs behind him. A young man with a mustache walked downstairs. He was talking to a nanny in black, and the nanny said to him

: "There is nothing wrong with Wilya's physical condition. She was not seriously injured, but... you'd better be mentally prepared."

"Based on her description, she is likely to be pregnant..."

Mallory was silent for a while. He thanked his mama profusely and sent her away. Then he squatted down and stared at the people passing by in front of the door in a daze.

The witcher stood next to him and asked casually: "Have the guards found out who kidnapped her?"

"We found out that the house belongs to a gangster named Rolls Dundry. The guards didn't find him. God, I really hope he dies immediately..."

Geralt said: "People like him are the worst among the dregs of the gang."

"But I don't know why things turned out like this, Witcher." Mallory held his chin sadly, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"First it was my father's death, and then my mother. Wilya was missing for several days, and I was very happy that she was found. But, alas!" He sighed heavily.

"You also know what people think now. After something like this happened, how will she behave in the future? Oh my god..."

The young man buried his head between his legs and cried bitterly. Geralt did not try to comfort him, but just waited for him to get better.

As he expected, Mallory wiped his tears after a few minutes. The people at the bottom are like this. No matter how life makes things difficult for them, knocks them to the ground, or even tortures them, they cannot completely surrender. Living,

More important than anything else.

"I think that might be it, Witcher. Thank you for taking care of my business these days, but I'm leaving."

Mallory's tone was very firm: "I'm going to sell the store and move to the countryside with Verya. No one knows us there, so no one will say anything to her. When she gets better, she can come back and continue.

go to school."

"Then how do you make ends meet?"

"Farming, I can learn."

Geralt shook his head and said: "Listen, young man. I admire your feelings for your sister, but what you do will only make your situation more difficult. You'd better wait until she wakes up to discuss it with her.

Better. I have seen too many relatives turn against each other because of wishful thinking."

"But what to do with that child? She is still so young! If she has someone she likes in the future..."

Mallory said anxiously that he didn't seem to think about himself at all, and all his thoughts were focused on his sister. Geralt felt that maybe after his parents died one after another, his sister was probably the young man's last obsession.

.

"We can't go against the teachings of the gods and abort that child! That would be too cruel. His father may be guilty, but that child..." Mallory didn't know what to do again. He stood up in despair,

Just as he was about to enter the store and continue working, he suddenly raised his head.

"Wait, witcher! Aren't you recruiting apprentices?" He looked at Geralt expectantly.

The witcher waved his hand impatiently and said: "Yes, it was like this a long time ago, but now..."

It was like a bolt of lightning struck in his mind, and a sudden feeling made his hands and feet weak. The witcher quickly stood up straight. There seemed to be a string in his mind that was tightened, and he began to think back...

The improved grass trial, the new apprentice, He's prophecy, the Bordeaux manor, the man who came out of nowhere, the kidnapped Vilia and the child in her belly...

Geralt murmured to himself: "In the dark night, the white wolf will meet the young black wolf. They will pass through the storm and cross the ocean. They will rebuild their former glory, and they will fight for a swallow.

Search the whole world...The black wolf will be dying, even on the verge of death..."

The weird feeling became stronger and stronger.

Mallory looked at him in surprise, not understanding what the witcher was talking about. But Geralt suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed him tightly, and said, "Yes, we are recruiting apprentices."

The young man with the mustache swallowed and didn't understand why the witcher suddenly reacted so strongly. It was obvious that he had been unwilling before. But he couldn't be happier to get rid of this hot potato.

"By the way, Mallory, do you want to make a bet?"

Geralt sat back at the table, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip: "... Just bet on that child, he will be born at night."