Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Verya was a little restless all day today.

Sixteen years later, her red hair is no longer bright. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. Sitting in her office, she stroked the scar on her face that had become less obvious over time, and suddenly lowered her head.

On her desk, there is a small sketch portrait, drawn by herself after learning how to draw, with rough and clumsy techniques. The drawing is of a baby with a fuzzy face. She hadn't seen his face.

The daughter of the tavern owner in the small remote country of Livia has become a world-famous scholar, and she even has an office of her own at the University of Vizima, the capital of Temeria. It's incredible for her gender.

It's not that no one has said some gossip about her gender, such as how a woman can sit in a university and teach students. The list goes on and on, and the more ugly ones abound. However, everyone who has seen her ability shut up, and her admirers happily started scolding those who were prejudiced against her. The verbal criticism between the two sides was also a landscape in the newspaper.

Her older brother, Mallory, turned into a businessman, was already married, and had nothing to worry about. But Virya still complained about the fact that he sent her child away without a word. Although she can't say she hates her, she has less and less contact with her brother.

After all, even if the child's biological father is a scumbag. But she was not, and the child was innocent.

Time can dilute everything. She didn't agree with this sentence. She really wanted to see the witcher who took her child away, and she wanted to see her own child again. But she never tried to find it.

Verya has looked for many books about witchers, and she has read every one of them carefully. She shuddered at the death rate in the trial of grass and the danger of fighting monsters. According to time, her child should be just sixteen years old this year.

If he is still alive.

This is the reason why Verya is reluctant to find him. She is reluctant to find out the news that he has died after searching hard, and she is willing to deceive herself that he is still alive.

Someone knocked on her door outside the door, and the sound woke her up from her memory. The porter shouted in his usual loud voice: "Professor Verya! Someone wants to see you!"

"who is it?"

The porter opened the door, and he looked round and flattering: "I don't know, Professor. A young man. Well, handsome, Professor. Really handsome."

"Oh! My Jimmy, don't talk about whether he is handsome or not." Virya laughed dumbly. In today's world, she knew that if she didn't get married at the age of thirty-six, most people would think that she was not wanted. So her concierge paid special attention to this aspect, and Jimmy didn't want his professor to be criticized in this regard. But his praise for a strange man still made her want to laugh out loud.

"Invite him to come in." Verya said after arranging her hairstyle to ensure that she was not ashamed of her academic status.

"Okay, Professor." Jimmy turned back and closed the door. After a while, two crisp and rhythmic knocks sounded on the door.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and Verya had to admit that Jimmy wasn't lying. He is really handsome.

The young man was tall and tall, wearing a black robe with gold thread embroidered on the edges, looking both understated and without losing his identity. This made Verya vigilant, she had sent many such people in the past. Most of them have begged Virya to make her use her academic influence to benefit her family. She refused.

The man came and sat down opposite her, with a polite smile: "Hello, Professor Verya. My name is He Shenyan."

"He-shen-yan?" Virya read his name again, with a weird pronunciation, and she asked, "Are you from the East?"

"Not bad." He Shenyan smiled.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"That's it," He Shenyan made a gesture, his calm black eyes made Virya a little flustered for some reason: "I want to ask, do you want to see your child?"

For a long time, the expression on Verya's face and her heavy breathing made He Shenyan feel that Verya was about to let the doorman kick him out.

But the woman, who was no longer young, held back. She closed her eyes, opened them again, and took a deep breath: "I don't know where you got the news, but you better not use this to blackmail me into what I want..."

She said coldly: "Because I can guarantee that if you are going to make a fuss about this, I would rather die than let you get what you want. It was like this last time, and it is the same this time. I It doesn't matter who's standing behind you, I don't even care if it's the king! Do you understand! You guys are shameless!"

He Shenyan was a little surprised, not only because of the courage and determination Virya showed, but also because of her words about you. This means that someone has been threatening her.

Interesting, who needs to threaten a scholar to gain something?

He pressed the matter for the time being, didn't say anything more, just snapped his fingers.

A portal emitting blue light appeared, and two people walked out of it. The first was wearing leather armor and had white hair. The second looked much younger, with black hair.

"What does this mean?" Verya asked ~www.novelmt.com~ Geralt said, "I am the witcher who took your child back then, Ms. Verya. I...I'm sorry."

Verya was stunned.

You rarely see this kind of expression on a human face, hope is intertwined with various emotions, and no painter can fully grasp this expression. Her lips were trembling, her hands were pinching the arm of the chair, her fingers were white. She looked at Anderson, who had never spoken, not knowing how to speak. Two lines of tears flowed down.

The first time she saw Anderson, she had already determined that this was her child. If you want to ask her why, Verya can't say why. Every mother seems to have this special ability, they can always recognize their children at a glance among thousands of similar backs, even if they have not seen each other for many years.

He Shenyan turned his head to the side, and he took Geralt back to the portal, leaving space for the unfortunate but lucky mother and son.

Geralt, standing in the empty courtyard of Kyle Morhen, asked, "Am I doing something wrong?"

The mage did not answer him, and no one could say right or wrong about such a thing. He just patted the witcher on the shoulder and motioned for him to come with him.