Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

He Shenyan has to admit one thing: he is a little confused.

This kind of emotion has not appeared in his heart for a long time, at least not after he determined that he and Strange must carry the banner of protecting the earth. But Gu Yi's performance before her death, and her willingness to die, still made the Master feel a little mixed.

He also knew that most of the time he returned to this world was just to avoid responsibility. But some things are inescapable.

He let out a rare sigh, and at this moment, Geralt opened the door and walked in. He pointed to the door and said, "I put the radish in front of your tower and made a simple horse stake... Hey, what are your eyes?"

The mage looked away, trying not to laugh out loud: "It's nothing, Geralt."

Of course the witcher knew what he was thinking, and he answered confidently: "I just call it Radish, what's the matter? Every horse of mine is called Radish!"

"I really shouldn't expect your bad naming style...especially if you've learned from the past."

The two sat down at the long table.

The Master asked: "So what? Do you have any plans for the future? Continue to travel around the world to try your luck to find a bounty?"

"Or else? That's how witchers live. It's you, are you going to stay here for more than ten years until the girl is a teacher?"

"Ten years? No, no, you look down on her a little too much, and you look down on me too much." The Master raised three fingers: "At most three months later, she will be able to graduate."

Geralt cast a suspicious look: "I heard that the training of mages lasts more than ten years. How come it only takes six months to get here?"

"First, she is a genius. Second, I am also a genius." He Shenyan said rightly.

"And I don't need to be here all the time, Geralt. Did you forget? I'm a mage. We have portals."

"Then why didn't you use the portal on our previous trip?"

"Good question, Geralt. You see, most of the portals used by mages have to be there. Others rely on pre-prepared nodes, and they will bury spell nodes all over the world. Used for teleportation. Even I am not immune, the limitations of teleportation spells are here, you must have been there."

"How do I feel that you are teaching me..."

"Is there?" The mage blinked, and he actually realized this. He simply coughed twice, made a gesture, and opened a portal to Kermohan.

He said, "Would you like to go back and have a look?"

Geralt did not refuse.

The two of them crossed the portal that exuded bright blue light together, and Geralt could hardly describe the feeling. In fact, he didn't feel anything at all. Just taking a step forward, he crossed his long journey of more than two months and returned to Kyle Mohan again.

This castle restored by the hands of the mage is beautiful and magnificent. Under the sunlight, the top of the milky white tower even reflects the dazzling silver light. Geralt smiled involuntarily. If there was ever a place in the world these wandering witchers could call home, it would be Kyle Morhan.

They entered the courtyard, and a dark-haired boy in a shirt was wielding a training sword at the dummy. Even He Shenyan, who was a layman with swords, could see that he must be a middle-class veteran. The boy's ears moved, and he turned around warily, relaxed again when he saw Geralt.

The witcher pointed his thumb to the mage standing behind him, and introduced, "This is the mage I mentioned to you, Anderson."

"Are you referring to the mage you often say when you're drunk that he's a **** riddleman?"

Geralt laughed awkwardly, "Yes, Anderson."

He turned his back to the mage and made an "I'll clean up you later" expression to Anderson, and the boy smiled. He stepped forward and shook hands with He Shenyan very politely: "Hello, sir. My name is Anderson, and I'm an apprentice here."

"He Shenyan, Mage, part-time Riddler." His words made Geralt on the side laugh again embarrassedly, Vesemir appeared in front of the door of the hall, and he said with disgust, "You stupid fool. I can hear the laughter even sitting in the hall! Geralt! Go to the kitchen and serve my soup! Anderson, you help him too!"

He chased Geralt away, and asked Anderson to help him. Then he enthusiastically stepped forward and gave the mage a hug. This caught He Shenyan by surprise, but the old man was obviously sincere: "Thank you, Mr. He. I don't know how to express my gratitude, but you will always be the most honored guest of the Wolf School."

He Shenyan didn't know how to react, UU reading www. uukanshu.com In the past ten years of his magnificent life as a mage, he has never been thanked so sincerely. He's either killing cultists, or aliens, or something else. The only leisure time is basically occupied by learning spells.

He tried his best to maintain the expression on his face: "I'm... honored."

They walked into the hall, and He Shenyan saw that there were more wooden boxes with wine in the hall, and there were many alchemy bombs in the corners. There were a few more cold swords on the wall beside it. Noticing his sight, Vesemir introduced: "I found those in the armory of the castle. Although they look sharp, they are actually all goods. There is no use for them other than to use them as decorations. "

He took out a bottle of wine from the box on the side, handed it to the mage, and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I haven't traveled for many years. There's no good wine to entertain you."

The Master just smiled, he took the wine and filled half the bottle in one gulp. Vesemir wasn't lying, it wasn't a good drink, but the wizard didn't care.

Geralt walked out of the kitchen. He was wearing thick cotton gloves, and he was holding a pot of soup in his hand. The aroma came from inside. At this moment, more like a cook than a witcher, he put the pot on the long table in the hall, took off the cotton gloves, and said to Vesemir, "You should really pay attention to the heat, old man. The handle of the pot is boiling hot!"

Anderson silently passed behind him, holding dishes and the like in his arms.

Vesemir replied: "Shut up if you still want to eat, Geralt. Don't think I didn't know that you thought my soup was salty last time, this time you will try it again!"