Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Geralt did not ride a horse, he chose to walk to the Mage Tower.

Halfway through, he began to regret it. The roads in this town are broken and muddy, especially when it just rained. His boots were covered in mud, forcing him to stop and cut the mud off with a dagger. He walked all the way to the bottom of the mage tower, which is not very high. The whole body is black, and there are no luxurious decorations. Even the top of the tower, which some people regard as the facade, is just a perfunctory combination of red bricks.

Geralt took off his gloves and knocked on the heavy oak door. No one responded from behind the door, but the door opened on its own with a creaking sound.

A mage in a black robe sat in the hall with his back to him, drinking suffocating wine. The wood in the stove crackled, there were no candles, and the dim light made the mage's back look like some kind of dark monster in the dark.

"When he said he was an oriental man, I didn't quite believe it was you, Ho." Geralt walked over to the mage and sat down, he said.

"What did he say about me?" The mage's voice was hoarse.

The witcher shrugged, "Are you sure you really want to hear it?"

"Of course, why not?"

"Well, he said you were a **** wizard and wanted to **** his daughter."

There was an exclamation in the darkness, Geralt turned his head to look, a girl ran away from the junction of the stairs, Geralt didn't see her face, only her flaxen hair.

He pointed in that direction and asked, "Are you really teaching her to read?"

The Master took another sip of wine, and he said nonchalantly: "Yes, why not? As long as people are willing to learn, I am willing to teach. Learning is a person's freedom... It's just that many people will not go even if the opportunity is in front of them. cherish."

Geralt was interested. He was about to speak, but the mage put the wine in his hand into his hand. The witcher also took a sip, and his eyes widened.

"Damn it! You can't give me something like this!"

"What's wrong?"

The witcher didn't speak, he drank the remaining third of the bottle in one breath. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "How can I drink ordinary wine in the future?"

The Master mocked ruthlessly: "Come on, as long as an alcoholic like you is addicted, let alone cheap wine, you are willing to drink two sips of horse urine."

"It's not that exaggerated...but, I did drink alcohol."

"how do you feel?"

The witcher smacked his mouth and put down the wine bottle in his hand: "You wouldn't want to know."

"So, what have you been doing all this time?"

The mage laughed meaningfully. He didn't answer, but took out another bottle of wine from somewhere and handed it to the witcher. He asked, "Have you seen my 'one-button lazy self-service grass trial machine'? How is it?"

"We only used it once."

"once?"

"Yes." Geralt opened the cork. He stared at the liquid in the bottle that glowed like a starry sky. He was even reluctant to drink it. stuffed back.

He went on to say: "The machine is there, but the apprentice must be carefully selected. We have only brought back one apprentice in the past sixteen years. Fortunately, he is very good."

"Oh?" The mage was interested, he looked up at the ceiling, and the girl made some noise there. "Would you mind talking to me?" he asked.

The witcher smiles, it's always a pleasure to meet a long-lost friend, and Anderson deserves his praise: "He's really good. And when I was his age, all day long I was thinking about how to be a knight. Sixteen-year-old boy..."

He made a gesture, and stopped his hand in front of his shoulder: "...It's so tall and strong. You can remember it after reading the monster picture book once. His swordsmanship style is different from mine and Vesemir, and neither does he. Know how he figured it out."

The witcher recalled how the boy was swinging his sword. He smiled and said, "He will definitely be a good player in the future, he. Fast, accurate, and ruthless. If you can do any of these three things, you can be good at swordsmanship. Achievement, and he has all three. Although it is relatively young, time is never an issue for us."

"It sounds like you're looking forward to it."

"Of course... what you do means a lot to us. The rebuilding of the school is never done overnight. I thought I would be the last witcher, but now it seems that we will not be so. It will soon be swept away by history.”

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol. Under the dim light, Geralt's expression was a little complicated. There was some sadness in his smile, but it was quickly erased by himself.

He asked: "What about you? You came here for three months and taught a girl to read. Is this what you want to do? Become a village teacher in the future?"

The Master raised a finger: "First, I have been a teacher before, although not for a long time."

"Second, of course I can't just teach her to read. Andrea is a very smart child, and she has a high affinity for magic."

The witcher smiled maliciously: "So you really want to... eh?"

"There is a saying in my hometown that sleazy people see everything as sleazy~www.novelmt.com~ Geralt." The mage answered him lightly.

"The girl found me by herself. She knew that I was a mage and brought all her belongings, three hundred crowns. I begged me to teach her some basic spells."

"Three hundred crowns?!" The witcher was shocked, this is not a small sum of money. Sixteen years later, as the currency issued by Novigrad, the value of the crown has risen, and three hundred crowns can even buy a whole set of full metal armor of a dwarf artisan. He couldn't help asking, "Where did she get so much money?"

"She's gifted in business... Geralt, or should I say, a genius. A girl born in the countryside who doesn't even know a word. To be able to make three hundred for fifteen crowns, that's not Genius, what is it? You see, that's the point of chance. If I don't come here...then she'll probably just be an innkeeper's daughter all her life, marrying a rough farmer in a few years for him Doing laundry, cooking, or even being beaten.”

"How did she do it?"

The Master spread his hands: "How do I know? Why don't you ask her?"

The witcher remembered what he said just now, he shook his head and said, "I'd better not make fun of myself. Words can hurt people, even if they are unintentional. You continue to say."

"Anyway, she wants to learn magic... Then I'll teach it. Why not?"

"Aren't you afraid that after she learns your magic, she will run away like other mages, approach the king, sharpen her head, and want to run to the palace?"

"She won't." The mage replied firmly.

"Are you so sure?"

The mage smiled mysteriously, and that smile made the witcher roll his eyes. He knew that the mage was playing with his riddleman again. And he couldn't do anything about it.