Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Geralt sat on a chair with his legs up and put it on the coffee table in the living room, flipping through a miscellaneous book in his hand, Novigrad Sightings: The Darkest Secret! ".

The owner of this house is a businessman, he is in the wood business. This line of business has been doing well in Novigrad in recent years, and their husband and wife moved into this three-storey villa as a matter of course a year ago. There is no need to say much about the decoration inside. In Geralt's opinion, if there were no scary bloodstains and broken arms, this would be a very good villa, and it would sell for at least five crowns.

Tsk, five kroner.

How many water ghosts do I have to kill to earn enough money?

The witcher's mind turned in a strange direction. Although he was holding a book in his hand, his mind was long gone.

He Shenyan stood by the window. He observed the people coming and going on the street with his hands behind his back, and said casually, "Do you have any clues about this commission?"

"Honestly, no," Geralt replied, throwing the book aside. "No smell, no footprints. No signs of fighting. The age of those bloodstains makes me wonder if they've been there for a week, I Can't even smell blood."

"so?"

"So I have to wait here all night to see if something strange happens in the middle of the night like he said," Geralt said.

He stood up, his boots creaking on the floor, and he started walking around, observing the details of the interior, until he was caught by an oil painting hanging at the entrance of the stairs leading to the second floor.

It was a painting depicting the port of Novigrad, and it was a good painting even for a witcher who had no interest in art.

He walked over, folded his arms and stood in front of the painting, and said, "How much money do these businessmen make? This house...furniture, china from the East and this oil painting. God, life is really unfair. ,What do you think?"

"Yes." He Shenyan said softly, with a soft tone.

Geralt, who had his back turned to him, suddenly felt something was wrong, and a certain feeling stabbed his brain.

He seemed to have no vigilance, but in fact, he had already squeezed the Seal of Kunn with his right hand, and a swirling orange streamer appeared on him. The next second, the witcher drew his sword and turned around, and the movements were completed in one go, but no attack came.

But, there was no one by the window at this time, and the black-robed mage disappeared.

"...What?"

Geralt shouted, he wasn't sure if it was some kind of prank by the mage—though in Geralt's eyes, he wasn't someone who would do such a thing.

At the same time, he felt an ambiguous breath on his neck, and the witcher's face twitched.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around again and made a heavy horizontal slash. The blade cut a deep crack in the wall. Amidst the flying sawdust, the witcher tightened his muscles, but nothing happened. .

Just like before, there was nothing there, and the wolf head pendant on his chest didn't even vibrate at all.

A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and the witcher now realized the seriousness of the problem.

Yes, they are monster killers, they live and die because of it. And Geralt is the most outstanding group among them. He has killed many dangerous monsters, but whether it is a bipedal dragon, a petrified chicken snake, or a griffin, it will bleed because of the silver sword's slash, even if it is difficult The demon spirits to deal with can also be killed by relying on the spirit oil, the seal of Aden and the alchemy bomb.

But what if it's a monster that can't be attacked?

We all know that to kill a creature, you must first make it bleed. If you can't do that, then the kill is just nonsense.

A huge force suddenly struck, and the shield formed by Quinn's seal was shattered in an instant, and Geralt made a free fall in the room. He was hit hard against the wall, and the silver sword He also dropped his hands and fell to the ground. Before the witcher got up, he picked up a new Quinn seal again. The studded soft armor on his body was indeed made of solid materials and exquisite craftsmanship. But it didn't save him the pain. He gritted his teeth and rolled up and picked up the sword. Those cat eyes scanned around, looking for the possible traces left by the attacker.

But he got nothing.

Except for the traces left by his blade just now, and the mess he was knocked out and knocked out, there was nothing. Even quiet as hell.

Quiet?

The witcher suddenly realized that something was wrong. This house was located next to the Bishop's Square, the city center of Novigrad. It is impossible to be so quiet even in the middle of the night. He looked back out the window, where the scene had vanished, as if the painter had erased his unsatisfied half-finished work, there was nothing but darkness.

And this room without candles is full of light.

"Damn it..."

Geralt became more calm at this juncture. He pinched out the seal of Arden, and placed it under his feet. This is a magic trap set on the surface or floor. The lavender talisman appears on the ground for a moment, and then disappears.

With a serious expression, he stood on the spot with his muscles tense.

the other side.

He Shenyan turned around and saw that a dark magic flashed across the room just now, so fast that he almost didn't react. The moment the black-robed mage turned his head, he enveloped the entire room with mental power, but he didn't notice anything unusual. He moved his fingers again and cautiously applied five soul protection spells to himself.

The place where his fellow witcher had just stood was empty at this time. On the contrary, the exquisite oil paintings on the wall had changed a little. The painter's painting skills are lifelike. The busy port of Novigrad in the early morning is full of vitality in his paintings. The passers-by, ships, unloading workers and fishermen preparing to go to sea together constitute this painting, there is no doubt about it. , this is a masterpiece.

However, this masterpiece was ruined by the sudden appearance of a white-haired witcher.

Geralt's face is very serious in the painting. He is standing in the crowd, holding one sword in his hand and the other on his back. Wearing the studded soft armor, he assumed a posture of about to swing the blade.

He Shenyan stared deeply at the painting, feeling troubled for the first time.

There is no doubt that this is an invitation, and an invitation is the life of a witcher.

He didn't hesitate, let go of his mind, and lightly touched the painting with his spiritual power. The surrounding scenery changed rapidly, as if being thrown into a whirlpool. He raised his eyebrows, trying to distinguish the traces of the perpetrator among these color blocks—it wasn't difficult, it was just disgusting.

Not long after, he also disappeared in place.