Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Geralt is generally not the type to wait for a job opportunity to come to you. That's what he does in his profession. He has to travel all year round, save a meager amount of money, and maybe have an injury that can't be healed.

However, things have now changed a bit.

"Sorry, sir, your description does not match the lady we found. Please come back."

"Let me at least take a look at her!"

The witcher stepped forward and blocked the inner door, preventing the middle-aged man in a high-necked robe in front of him from entering the room. The tall stature obviously has an advantage at this time, especially the cat's eyes that can become emotionless. The middle-aged man swallowed and left without saying more.

"Seriously, He, I feel like a gangster now, just a gatekeeper."

Seeing off the last visitor of the morning, Geralt turned to grumble at the mage in the armchair. He Shenyan was reading today's Vizima newspaper, and after hearing his words, he raised his head from the words.

He looked Geralt up and down, muttering words: "...Well, it's not quite like it actually."

"What did you say?"

He Shenyan shrugged: "Look, if you're really going to dress yourself up as a gangster, you shouldn't wear this kind of shirt and breeches anymore. I suggest you buy two tight shirts, open the neckline, Then get a tattoo on the chest..."

"Okay, okay." Geralt interrupted his spellcasting. "I see, but I don't want to be a gangster. Seriously, do you think it works?"

"It's only been a day, Geralt. Be patient. We've seen eight people in one morning, and at this rate, we'll find that one sooner or later."

"But what if they don't come at all?"

Geralt came into the living room, the floor thumping with his boots. He grabbed a chair and sat down, picked up a pot of cold water and drank it completely, coughed twice before continuing: "...In case they think that poor woman is a burden and a 'family ugliness' , don't we just cut off the clue?"

"No." He Shenyan shook his head.

He said calmly: "There are forty-three nobles living in the city of Vizima, and there are one hundred and twenty-three rich merchants. Even if the originator has a ghost in his heart and dare not come, I can use the rule to rule it out. No way to find them...well, I feel a lot better without mental tentacle searching to solve this kind of thing."

As he spoke, he lowered his head thoughtfully: "Maybe I did rely too much on them before..."

Geralt rolled his eyes, he had no intention of learning at all about He Shenyan's behavior of progressing through reflection. If he had, he wouldn't be able to save any money over the years.

After noon, about one o'clock in the afternoon, footsteps came again from the stairs, which seemed a little heavy. After a while, there was a knock on their door, and the knocker used a lot of strength, and the whole door was banging. Geralt stood up and went over to open the door.

Standing in front of him was an extremely strong man.

The shoulders are extremely wide, and the loose robes are held tightly. He has short brown hair, a high nose, and gloomy eyes. With just one glance, Geralt concluded that this man had a military background, and his level was not low. That kind of short hair is reserved for people in the military, just to avoid heat rash when wearing a helmet in summer.

"I'm bothering you." Unlike his gloomy expression, the man's words seemed polite. "My name is Gustave la Valédi."

"I noticed your information in newspapers and notice boards..."

He bowed slightly to make himself appear less intimidating. The man lowered his head and whispered to Geralt, "Can I go in and have a look to see if that poor lady is my missing sister?"

"Let him in, Geralt."

The witcher turned slightly to let the man in. He noticed that the guy's black robe was bulging at the waist, and he couldn't help but raise his vigilance.

Gustav walked into the room and saw He Shenyan who put down the newspaper and sat in the armchair. The mage gestured to him, motioning for the latter to sit down. At the same time, he asked, "Mr. Gustave la Valédi, your surname is very interesting."

"It's just a surname, it's not worth mentioning." Gustav was still calm and modest, and his attitude was very low. "Sir, I can see that you should be a noble like me, right? Mr. from the East, I beg you, let me take a look at her."

He resolutely spit out a short sentence: "Just a glance."

"Your request is very legitimate, Mr. Gustave. But the lady may be inconvenient to meet."

He Shenyan lied proficiently: "She has been tossing me and my companions a lot these days. We even called a few maids of the goddess Meritelli, but they couldn't make her get better. The goddess bless them. , those nuns said that she should not let her see strangers recently, unless she wakes up a bit."

"However, I can let you take a look at her through the door." He Shenyan pointed to a closed door in the house, and there was a small window for food delivery. "In order to deliver food to her, we specially made this small window, you can take a look there to confirm whether it is her."

"Thank you," Gustav said in a hoarse voice, then he stood up and walked towards the door.

Geralt found his worries completely unnecessary, and Gustav was clearly a man of the rules. He had no intention of breaking into the door at all. He stood in front of the door, bent down, and gently opened the low food delivery port. For a tall man like him, he peeked into the people inside from this mouth. Outside is not easy.

He seemed patient, however, and Gustav watched the woman inside, little by little, quietly.

She huddled in the corner with her back to the door. The ground was littered with household garbage, and some food was spilled on the walls. The dress is dirty, and so is the black hair. She hugged her thin shoulders and huddled in that small corner...like a baby.

When Gustav stood up again, he could barely maintain his full standing. The strong, mountain-like man breathed heavily and quickly, like a furnace—a shaky furnace. Geralt saw his expression, and without further ado, the witcher understood a lot in an instant.

"It's her..." Gustav whispered, pale. "Sir, I'm sure, that's my sister."

He forced a smile, still maintaining the most basic courtesy. Without further ado, he reached out to his bulging waist. What drew out of it was not a weapon, but a full purse. Based on that size, Geralt conservatively estimated that it was at least six hundred oren.

If it is just looking for people, the reward can be said to be quite rich, but Gustav did not stop there. He solemnly handed the purse to He Shenyan with both hands, and whether he took it or not, he continued, "There is more money, sir, I will give you whatever you want, I only have one request."

His attitude is low and sincere. There is almost nothing to fault. Moreover, Gustav has this confidence—his surname is the source of his confidence. No matter how much money this oriental person wants, he can afford it, and he also believes that the other party is not a person who is ignorant of current affairs.

"I cannot grant your request, Mr. Gustave."

Facing the purse he handed over, He Shenyan shook his head. Ignoring the change in Gustav's expression, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the door slammed open. Gustav looked back and saw that there was no one inside. The residues left by the food and the marks on the walls also disappeared.

That room is now neat and clean.

Gustav's voice was trembling: "What is this?"

"It's just a trick, your sister is still feeding the corpse baby with her own blood in the sewers."

"corpse...corpse...corpse..." Gustav's face became even paler, he couldn't even say a complete word, which was extremely funny.

"Now—" He Shenyan made a gesture. "—Sit down, Mr. Gustave. I think you have a lot to say."

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After listening to Gustav's finished 'story', Geralt was full of only one thought.

You nobles really know how to play.

He was not a witcher in the traditional sense, having dealt with many sorceresses and kings in his career, and knew how lowly those who claimed to be noble blood were. But this may be the first time Geralt feels he's wrong about them.

What Gustave's family did to him and his sister was simply...

brute.

Nobles want to keep their bloodline pure and their descendants, so they choose some less mundane and less moral ways, so that each generation can guarantee a pure bloodline. And Gustavla Varetti and his sister were just chosen to take on this responsibility.

- The truth is something else.

The surname La Valetti belonged to Foltest, the present-day king of Temeria, with whom Geralt met in 1256. But that's another story, but we have something else to tell about King Foltest.

He was a hopelessly lecherous maniac whose private life had been chaotic as a prince. He fell in love with his own sister, and even after the death of the old king, he wanted to marry her and become the queen. For this reason, the marriage contract with the Redania royal family was even rejected. The matter was strongly dissatisfied by his mother and nobles.

Foltest, however, went his own way—and of course it didn't end well. His sister died in childbirth, and the child was born a dead baby. Foltest buried the two in a sarcophagus in the catacombs of Temeria Palace.

After the funeral, seven years passed without incident, until one full moon night. The palace suddenly began to fill with roars and people's screams, chaos. The dead baby grew up in the sarcophagus and turned into a vampire bird.

And then, is the story of the witcher's arrival.

Due to Foltest's actions, the 'purity of blood' of the La Valetti family was broken, and he, as the king and the most prominent person in the family, failed to give birth to a pure child, so, The old people in the La Valetti family set their sights on the branch of Gustave.

Gustav didn't love his sister - I mean, no love between men and women. He is a normal person and an honest person. Ever since he was young, he has been eager to join the army and has been working hard for it. His sister also has people she likes, however, the night before Gustav joins the army, something is changed forever.

He and his sister were drugged. The magic elixir specially provided by warlocks has been proven for hundreds of years and is extremely effective.

The next morning, Gustav woke up with a splitting headache and had reached the barracks. Completely ignorant of what happened. Until he retired and returned home, he found that his sister was missing, and the family was even panicking. Under his repeated questioning... those people told him the whole truth.

At first, Gustav wanted to kill himself. But later, he changed his mind - even if he was going to die, UU reading www.uukanshu.com had to bring his sister back to die.

He was brought up with a normal education and was completely unacceptable to this kind of thing. When I came back from the army, I learned that I and my sister didn't know when they had a child, and they gave birth to a deformed child. The deformed child was thrown into the sewer, and the younger sister was mentally ill for three years because of this, and escaped from the house on a rainy night.

His father died of a heart attack, but Gustav never went to his grave to worship.

At this moment, this strong man was sitting on the sofa, his eyes filled with tears and his shoulders were shaking: "I don't forgive him...! Never! He completely ruined our lives for a stupid thing! "

Sad story.

Geralt shook his head sympathetically, crossing his arms around his chest. The witcher's stance was relaxed, but his heart was heavy. He glanced at He Shenyan's face, and knew that the latter was actually not very happy.

But what can they do? It's a bad debt, or a family affair.

"I'm all done, sir." Gustav sat on the sofa with his head bowed, and after uttering these words, he remained silent.

He Shenyan sighed and silently complained in his heart that the Middle Ages were too feudal, you at least get some capital! Especially since this is still a magical Middle Ages... No wonder the woman was able to get close to the corpse baby. Her abnormal mind estimated that all the corpse babies were her own children. This reaction made the corpse babies also treat her as her own. Mother.

"Stand up, Mr. Gustave. Go home, get a sword, and put on a leather armour for mobility. We'll meet at the entrance to the Vizima sewers at three o'clock." Gestures, in short. "It's time to bring your sister back. My friend still has an unfinished commission."

"I'd rather not do that commission," Geralt said.