Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Geralt had to admit that he slept well last night, and he hadn't had such a good night's sleep in a long time since the long journey away from Kyle Morhen. No waves, no need to watch out for beasts, monsters or bandits that might attack, he can sleep until he wakes up naturally.

The witcher lay on his bed, the sun hitting his face through the window. He rolled over and got out of bed, picked up the pendant strap that was placed on the cabinet next to him, and opened the door after getting dressed.

The starry sky he saw last night seemed to be just his illusion. Outside the door was a spiral staircase. Geralt went down and saw Andrea sitting in the hall on the first floor eating breakfast.

"Good morning." The girl nodded at him and continued to eat the soft bread in front of her. There was an ancient book spread out beside her plate. Geralt glanced at it and found that he couldn't understand a word of it.

"Uh... good morning. Hey, did you see anything?" Geralt glanced at the soft bread in the basket on the table, he picked up one and ate it, asking as he ate.

Andrea didn't look up: "Teacher should go out now to relax."

"Relax?"

"Yes, Mr. Geralt. Please sit down and eat. It's very spacious. The teacher disappears for a while every morning and doesn't come back until noon."

Geralt sat down a little embarrassedly. He didn't expect the girl to be so keen, and he actually realized that he didn't really want to stay here with her in the same room.

The witcher decided to stop talking. He chewed the bread in his mouth and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. This bread is unexpectedly delicious.

He ate quickly, and stood up after three to five divisions, intending to leave the mage tower to explain to the bald man that his commission could not be completed. He said to Andrea: "Then, I'll leave first. Please tell He, if he wants to find me, I will stay in the hotel in the town for a while."

"Okay, sir." Andrea still didn't look up, she even forgot to chew the bread in her mouth. The book seemed to have some kind of magic, and her eyes were firmly fixed on it.

The witcher walked to the door, and as soon as he put his hand on the doorknob, he heard loud voices and shouts from outside.

"Listen! You evil wizard! You better hand over my daughter! I know you killed that witcher! But you can't kill us all!"

Geralt frowned and opened the door. He saw a group of villagers surrounded the open space in front of the Mage's Tower with pitchforks in their hands. They were dressed in coarse cloth and were angry. Some even threw dung buckets on the mage's tower in their hands. This is some kind of rural legend. Dirty objects can make magic useless - Geralt thought, there will be a good show later.

The bald man he saw yesterday was standing in front of the crowd with a thick neck and shouting, but when he saw Geralt walking out the door, he immediately closed his mouth.

Geralt closed the door with his backhand. He didn't know if the girl inside who was concentrating on reading heard him, but he didn't want her to hear these words. The bald man walked up to him and said incredulously, "You...you're not dead?"

The witcher's brows furrowed deeper: "Why do you think I'm bound to die?"

The bald man's expression froze, and he hesitantly replied, "Uh... well, Master Witcher, you see, wizards are not all... um, aren't they all killing people!"

Geralt, who heard an idiom from his mouth, was a little surprised. He didn't expect that a piece of ivory could be spit out from the mouth of this **** dog. He said coldly: "The commission can't be completed, you can keep your money."

"what?!"

The bald man originally wanted to be angry—or rather, he felt that he should be angry, because this incident made him humiliated in front of everyone, and he has always been a bully in the town.

But when he saw Geralt's emotionless cat eyes, he swallowed all the dirty words he had prepared to scold the witcher for not keeping his word, and he was ready to shove the witcher's hands. Taking it back, that greasy smile hung on his face again.

"Master... I can raise the price, you see, how about two hundred crowns? You just need to talk to that wizard!"

"There's nothing to talk about." Geralt rejected him cleanly again, he looked at the crowd around him, and said to the bald man, "You better let them all go back where they came from, otherwise don't blame me for not being there. Mind you. The owner of this tower is not as good-tempered as I am."

The bald man's face turned red, but he still did not release it. Instead, he pulled Geralt a few steps away from the crowd, and he whispered, "Master, I only have such a daughter. She was about to Married to a successful local businessman! But the wizard got in the way, he must have put a spell on my Andrea!"

"She is my daughter, I know her~www.novelmt.com~ She will never disobey her father." The bald man became more and more angry, and even began to grit his teeth. He didn't notice that the witcher's face had grown weird, and he didn't notice that the crowd that had been shouting had gradually quieted down.

Until a shadow enveloped him.

The bald man turned around and looked up. A man with black bubbles floated in the air and looked at him quietly. A red light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He landed slowly, neither in a hurry nor slow. The bald man began to step back, as if he was facing something terrible. He was faltering, and one accidentally fell to the ground and ate a mouthful of mud. At the same time, the filth that had been splashed on the tower began to flake off a little, and they flew towards the person who splashed them.

This man who put money above all else was sitting on the muddy road. He made a gesture of giving up everything for love and closed his eyes: "Come on! Wizard! It seems that taking my daughter is the right thing to do. It's not enough for you! Come on! Kill me!"

The mage turned his head and glanced at the witcher, and Geralt moved a few steps away without a trace, so as not to splash blood on himself. But the sorcerer didn't do it.

He shook his head slightly: "Although I expected your greed and stupidity, I still didn't expect you to do this for a little money."

"Do you know that I can kill you directly? I can even imprison your soul and torture you for tens of thousands of years. Do you think I have the ability to do this?" The mage's voice was calm and calm. , He was neither anxious nor annoyed, and even hung up a smile.

The man swallowed, and a great fear made him urinate. He trembled and tried to run away, but another force stopped his trembling and forced him to speak.