Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The Noxians retreated, and although no one knew why, most Ionians were relieved.

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The streets of Presidian resumed their usual buzz of people. Although I don't know why they retreated, to the commoners, none of this mattered.

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As long as a few people need to worry about it.

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"So, the Noxians really retreated?" Shen asked.

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"Yes." Kennan nodded.

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"It's astonishing..." Shen frowned deeply, his intuition telling him that it wouldn't end so easily, but sometimes, human intuition is not accurate.

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Kenan just glanced at him to know what he was thinking: "Don't think too much, Shen. They all retreated, and no one left any secret hands - I personally went to the spiritual realm to confirm the authenticity of this matter. ."

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He concluded: "It's a strange thing."

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"But we've got other things to do—oh, are you here?"

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Meimu opened the door and entered, the Shadow Fist had changed into her uniform, a dark green tights embroidered with cloud patterns, which perfectly set off her figure. She put two hooked sickles behind her, her hair was tied into a crisp side ponytail, and she even wore a mask on her face.

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Mei Mu nodded to Kenan and asked, "The news has been passed on, what about my mission?"

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"Don't worry."

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Once Kennan is in a state of 'doing business', he will no longer be as sloppy as he is in his spare time. The short yordle said solemnly: "The Noxians are retreating inexplicably, we must find them to retreat. The reason. This matter is left to you, Shen.”

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Twilight Eye nodded, his ability is indeed very suitable for this.

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"As for you, Meimu... I need you to kill some people."

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Meimu is not surprised by this, the Shadow Fist is what it does. She only cares about one thing: "The reason."

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"betray."

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She nodded neatly: "I see."

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"Betrayal?" Shen looked at Kenan and asked.

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"Yes... The Noxians have bribed some local elders, or practitioners of considerable local status. In short, we are busy."

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the other side.

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Racha leaves Presidian.

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The bag of money was distributed to the poor by his door-to-door visits, but he didn't take any money. He doesn't think he needs the money, so it's useless to take it and give it to those who really need it.

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He never mentioned Huaizhuo to anyone, but he often thinks of him. Thinking of how he looked when he died, and the words that told him to run away.

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For some reason, Racha felt a deep exhaustion. He didn't know why Elder Durrow would rather someone who betrayed the entire Presidian also have his daughter come back - in the way of the undead.

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Shenlong is above. He has seen the undead with his own eyes. They are definitely not the same person before his death. Just looking at them will make your eyes sting.

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But it is not the living that suffer the most, but the undead themselves. They were originally the deceased who stayed in the world because of various accidents, and the deceased should return to the place where they should go. How could anyone want to let their daughter live through such torture?

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Racha had no answer in his heart, but he wanted to find someone who knew the answer.

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He thought of Suji Temple.

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Being a crossover mage...the most intuitive benefit is that you can shuffle back and forth between many worlds without needing a passport or something. And the World Barrier that acts as your entry checker is useless under the abilities of the transboundary mages.

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There was a flash of white light, and he returned to Kermorhan.

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This feeling of crossing the world is so unforgettable no matter how many times I come here.

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Standing in the courtyard of Kermohan, he noticed the crooked dummy in the corner, which looked like it had not been used for a long time. But there are not many weeds, and it seems that it has only been cleaned up for a while. He pushed open the door and walked in. The hall was silent, and no one was lighting the candles.

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Standing in the hall, he looked up at the ceiling, suddenly shook his head and laughed lightly, then found a secluded corner and sat down, and gave himself a spell to reduce his presence.

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Not long after, a shirtless, white-haired man walked in through the side door staggeringly. He looked like he had just woken up, and his back was full of red and swollen scratches.

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Coming to the corner of the hall, he stretched out one foot, kicked open the lid of a box there without any image, bent over and took out a bottle of wine, opened the lid and began to drink, and continued to fill a bottle and then drink it again. Had a long booze burp.

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At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "Did you have a good time last night?"

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"Cough!"

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Geralt's face flushed red. He was hiccupping, but he nearly choked to death when he didn't catch his breath. He turned his head and pointed at the mage sitting in the corner with a smile on his face, his face full of pain. The frequency of that finger trembling was exaggerated.

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After a while, he finally let go.

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With a bang, Geralt put a bottle of beer in front of the mage with a bad face, and he complained, "Do you know that people are scary, and they can scare people to death?"

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"Aren't you all right?" He Shenyan answered him seriously.

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"Then what if I have something to do?" Geralt asked rhetorically.

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He Shenyan picked up the beer, opened the cork and took a sip: "If you have something to do, let's talk about it. Besides, Vesemir isn't at home, so you're playing like that?"

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Speaking of this matter, Geralt's face became a little unnatural: "I beg you...don't tell Vesemir about this."

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Now it was the Mage's turn to be surprised: "Don't tell me that you brought a female Night Demon back to Kaer Mohan. At your age, how could he be angry with a female partner you normally meet?"

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The witcher scratched the back of his head, and his body language was full of embarrassment: "Well... Vesemir doesn't deal well with her. Meritelli is on, this is It's been annoying me for a long time!"

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He Shenyan slowly raised his eyebrows.

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"Why are you looking at me like that?" Geralt was furious at his strange expression.

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He Shenyan took another sip of wine. He smiled and shook his head: "It's one o'clock in the afternoon, Geralt. The first thing you do after you get up is to get a bottle of beer."

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"Uh... so what?" the witcher asked in confusion.

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"I'm just simply describing your life and rest - think about what Vesemir will say about this matter, and then think about why Vesemir won't deal with her."

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Geralt frowned at first, then nodded thoughtfully. The mage then asked, "Would you mind talking to me about this lady? I would like to know which lady is so lucky to have your favor."

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The witcher glared at him: "Don't think I can't hear your sarcasm, Mage."

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He leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, his expression became a little flirtatious. That was the expression that a man in love should have - just, it was not normal to appear on the face of a man in his fifties who spent most of the money in a brothel.

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"She... ah, hell, how can I describe her?"

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Geralt opened his mouth for a long time and didn't say anything. He couldn't describe her image in his mind at all, so he could only dance and gesture: "Anyway, you won't understand, she's very good, very good."

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He Shenyan looked at him quietly, took a sip of wine, and suddenly asked, "So will you marry her?"

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Geralt was stunned.

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One second.

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Two seconds.

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Finally, at the third second, he moved. As if to hide his reaction, he laughed out loud: "What are you talking about? What marriage? Hahahahaha, I'm a witcher, bro, how could I...what are you? expression?"

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"It's too much of a cover up, Geralt. Did someone say your acting sucks? No? Well, let me tell you."

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He Shenyan leaned forward and said to Geralt, "Your acting skills are really bad, Geralt."

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It doesn't feel good to be told the central thing, especially for a person like Geralt who never expresses his feelings and thoughts easily. His eyes were erratic, and he looked around, but he didn't look at the mage: "Your guess has no basis, and - my acting skills... Wait, what acting skills do I need as a witcher?"

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"Is there any harm in learning one more skill? At least you are caught by your wife when you go out drinking after marriage, and you can look at her with a very affectionate look and say that you are after a heroic fight outside. Being drunk in the name of repayment is definitely not going to go to the pub and staring at the waitress's chest and thighs."

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"First, I never look at them. Second...I never lie to women."

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Seeing Geralt's expression of 'I am the best man in the world', the mage was only amused, he shook his head and said, "I don't know if you look at it or not, but if she asks you, have you been there? Brothel, how do you answer?"

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Geralt froze again.

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He Shenyan laughed with satisfaction. After drinking the beer in one gulp, he asked, "So, what does she do?"

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"Like you, she's a mage, or as they say, a sorceress. Damn, I really don't know what the difference is."

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"Well, there are actually differences." When it comes to this kind of topic, He Shenyan always becomes a good teacher. He was about to tell the witcher the difference between the two when Geralt interrupted him.

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The witcher said: "No, no, don't explain. I really don't want to know the details - anyway, I basically don't see too many Master Mage, except for you **** who has nothing to do with stealth and scare me."

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"To each other, the water ghost slayer."

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"Do you still want to mention it?!"

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"Unless I die one day, white-headed knight."

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"You **** bastard." Geralt scolded with a smile.

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After a while, he asked, "Where have you gone? I haven't seen you for two years."

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"It's the same, what else can I do? Walk around, wander around this world, and wander around that world."

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"It sounds very comfortable." Geralt said with some envy, and got a roll of eyes from the mage.

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"Well, imagine a world like this."

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"By fire, the flame sustains all life. However, the flame dies. As the flame gradually decays, the world begins to die with it. People become distorted, their minds disappear, and they become brainless. The walking corpse, only a few people can avoid such a fate. At the same time, a curse that makes people not die, but slowly loses memory begins to spread."

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"The once glorious civilization has turned into ruins little by little, the towering walls of the castle are no longer maintained, and the knights are still patrolling the city, but under their visors, the faces have already turned into terrifying black carrion. The people it protects either die or become mindless walking dead."

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"Monsters are rampant, and the once beautiful forest has turned into a swamp full of poisonous gas...Why are you looking at me like that?"

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The witcher said with a weird expression: "I'm guessing how likely you are to make up a story~www.novelmt.com~ I have nothing to do so I made up a story like this to scare you."

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"It didn't scare me, but you really have nothing to do." Geralt nodded. "However, the world does sound desperate."

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"It doesn't just sound hopeless, you won't believe it if you haven't seen that scene with your own eyes. It's so depressing...even I feel bored, that kind of place, staying for an extra second is a torment. ."

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"Are there any normal people in that place?"

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"Yes, but not much. I'm trying to get them out."

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Geralt grinned and said, "This is something you would do."

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"Is this a compliment?"

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"No, it's sarcasm. Only a guy like you who has nothing to do will run around and save the world—damn." Geralt scolded a rare swear word, and he frowned. "I tell you, Mage, you'd better not put yourself in it."

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"Don't worry, I won't die until I say your nickname at your wedding, Water Ghost Slayer."

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With a single sentence, Geralt was so angry that he almost jumped up and scolded him. He Shenyan was drinking, thinking that my talent for anger might be even higher than that for magic.

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