Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

It rains on the rich and it rains on the poor.

To the righteous and to the unrighteous.

In fact, the rain is not fair, because it falls on a world without justice.

Is it really?

Nobody knows the answer. Rain fell from the sky, washing the streets with blood. The man with the broken nose stayed on the corner of the street depressed, and the top of his head helped him shelter some of the rain, but a lot of it still fell on him. This made him even more annoyed.

It's normal to get beaten up when you get in the way. But he didn't expect that the white-haired old man and the white-faced and dead-looking old guy were so powerful in combat, and they were all eliminated by three strikes, five divisions, and two.

"Boss, are we going to take revenge?"

"you're so dumb?"

The boss turned his head like an idiot, and questioned the younger brother who was questioning his soul: "All fourteen of us have been settled by the two of us, and we haven't used weapons yet, and you still want to take revenge? Do you think That mutant freak is a commoner we can bully at will?"

The younger brother nods his head in agreement, and at the same time pouted silently in his heart, saying in his heart that you are not the first to go up to find trouble...

They sat on the street with little spare cash in their pockets. In fact, these people can't be called 'gangs', at most they are some idle people who can't find a job and get together and do nothing. How can a real gang be so poor?

The man known as the Boss absently bit the cheap tobacco in his mouth, and no ships had docked in Lower Soden recently. They couldn't find any physical work, so they had to gather here, occasionally blocking the way to find some new faces to bully them. Some people are tough, some people would rather pay for it.

They don't ask for much, just enough for one meal for everyone. Most people will be obedient to pay, which also keeps them from starving to death for the time being. The guards turned a blind eye to their behavior, because the patrol captain took their favor, not much, only thirty oren a week, but enough for him to pretend not to see.

This business can go on for a long time as long as it doesn't make a big fuss.

The boss played with the rain with his feet boredly, feeling the coldness. A man in a raincoat walked in front of him. From the boss's point of view, he could only glimpse a square chin and a hooked nose.

The man's voice was very hoarse: "Diroth? Isn't it?"

The eldest stood up slowly, and now he seemed very cautious. First, he waved his hand to tell the younger brother not to come forward, and then he nodded with a rather flattering attitude: "Yes, my lord, what's the matter with you?"

"Looks like you recognize the logo on my raincoat."

"Of course!" Dyros laughed even more exaggeratedly. "Mr. Swordsman, how could I not know each other? Do you have anything to do with a small character like me?"

"Did you have a run-in with a white-haired witcher not long ago?"

"This... yes, my lord."

While replying, Dellos racked his brains to think why the lord asked such a question. However, there was absolutely no clue in his empty brain.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that he still had tobacco leaves in his mouth. Dai Luosi quickly spit out a few mouthfuls to the side, and spit out the tobacco leaves completely, so as not to make the Lord of the Swords Group feel that he was disrespectful to him.

The man had no such thoughts at all, he just nodded. A hand sticks out from under the raincoat, and there is a money bag on it, which is quite full: "Come with me, I have something to ask you. After the matter is completed, no matter whether what you say will help us or not, the money It's all yours."

Dai Luosi's expression became serious little by little, but his little brother was already too excited to help himself. The poor are most sensitive to money, and there are at least three hundred oren in that bag. This is not a small amount, it is enough for them to be chic for a long time.

Judging from his appearance, he was even eager to push away the person who Dai Luosi had promised the Swordsmen.

"My lord, I don't think a bit of information is worth so much money," Dyros said cautiously. "Your remuneration is too generous, or just say it here, you can ask anything you want. I don't need so much money, you just need to give a little bit."

The man smiled.

"You're very cautious, yes, I don't hate this kind of person." He opened the purse, took out eighty oren from it and threw it to Daroth. "Tell me, how many companions does that witcher have?"

"Five, my lord." Dyros replied immediately. "Five people, all riding on horses and wearing cloaks, only the white-headed old man did not."

"Um..." The man nodded. "I noticed the bridge of your nose is broken, Dyros, did he do it?"

"Yes, my lord. He beat us all up."

"Does that mean he's good at fighting?"

"This? My lord, I don't dare to say that. We are all just minor characters. It is normal for him to deal with us at will, although he does not use a sword."

The man cursed, which sounded like a slang word, and then he asked, "So where did that god-damn mutant **** go now?"

"My lord, I also want to tell you this question." Dai Luosi pointed to the bridge of his broken nose. "But I was on the ground and didn't know anything, and so did the brothers. They left quickly."

The man looked at him for a while, said nothing, turned and left. Dyros sat on the ground as if nothing had happened.

His serious expression made none of his younger brothers ask him why he was lying, until ten minutes later, when he was sure that the man had really left, Dai Luosi jumped up from the ground and ran wildly in a certain direction. go.

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"Bang, bang, bang."

"Who?"

"It's me, Mr. Witcher, the inn clerk. I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but there's a drenched rascal downstairs who says he has something to do with you, and that it's very important."

Geralt was silent for a while, then replied through the door, "Understood, you ask him to wait for me for a while, and I'll go down immediately."

Footsteps came from outside the door, gradually drifting away, and then came the figure going downstairs. Geralt turned silently, put on his boots, and grabbed a dagger around his waist. Regis looked over and asked, "Do they still want revenge?"

"Not really," Geralt replied flatly. "The hooligan is the person who knows how to survive best. They live in the cracks and won't do such stupid things. Unless he's an idiot whose brain is broken by smoking anesthesia powder, but that physique is not what a person who smokes anesthesia powder can have. of."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and a layer of blue magic shield appeared on Geralt, and quickly disappeared. Still holding a book and reading it, the mage said softly, "It's alright to be careful, Geralt."

The witcher nodded, opened the door and went downstairs.

He stepped on the creaking wooden floor and came to the door of the hotel. In the pouring rain, a drenched man was squatting by the door with a serious expression.

Hearing the voice, he raised his head: "Ah, it's you. Listen, the white-haired old man, you beat me during the day, we deserve it, I know that."

Geralt just listened to him in silence.

"But there's nothing we can do—forget it, this isn't the time to talk about it. Listen, there's a group of people trying to trouble you, run away now, you might be able to settle a small role like us, but they're all murderous. A ruthless character who pays for his life."

Geralt was indifferent, and even smiled.

Found it so soon? There must be the eyeliner of the La Valledi family in Vizima... I just don't know if Foltest will be involved, UU reading www.uukanshu. com If a king is involved in human trafficking, it will be a lot of fun.

He hoped not—he still liked Foltest.

His smile was mistaken by Deroth as evidence of his disbelief.

The rogue scolded: "Damn, don't you believe me? Damn it, I don't know why I came to inform you, and lied to the people of the Swords... Forget it, witcher , I've said so much, you'd better run quickly, because I'm going to run too."

"Where are you running to?"

"Get out of here." Dai Luosi said without hesitation. "I'll be honest with you, the **** who came and asked me where you were gave me eighty oren. That's enough money to get us out of Amelia, hell. We're going to find a place to live in peace, Definitely not staying here any longer."

"How interesting, a city where even rogues want to leave?" Geralt raised an eyebrow. "Who is this sharp sword group you're talking about?"

"It's not someone you can offend anyway!"

Dyros said impatiently, got up and ran away. His figure soon disappeared into the Xiaoxiao rain curtain. Geralt stared in the direction where he disappeared, the rain still writing, seemingly never ending. Some raindrops splashed on the stone steps and wet the surface of his boots. A trace was left on the dirty surface.

When will the rain stop? He wasn't sure. He Shenyan's voice came from behind him: "So, they found us in advance?"

"I don't know, Ho." Geralt didn't turn his head, the rain was reflected in the vertical boy. "I just know that I really want to kill something right now."

"Me too."

The wizard smiled.