Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"Where's the interesting point?"

"It's interesting everywhere, Geralt."

Leaving this sentence, he stepped forward. The silver-haired and silver-eyed tree spirit looked at him majestically, but suffered a loss because of her petite stature. In the end, when the mage came to her, she had to look up at him.

There was a hint of anger on the dryad's face, but He Shenyan interrupted her spellcasting forward shake.

The mage took a step back, bent down, took her right hand and gave a kiss. From the point of view of etiquette, this is already a very high standard of etiquette.

This means that He Shenyan sees her as a lady who needs to be respected - of course, the dryad doesn't necessarily know this.

She took a step back bluntly, her face was stern, and her voice was as clear as the chirping of birds: "The man in black robe, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am the ruler of the Oak Heart, the Queen of Dryads, Aisna."

"Hello, Ms. Esina."

He Shenyan said his name again in ancient language, and his fluent accent made the Dryad Queen's eyes widen in surprise. In the silver eyes, the eyes flowed, and the two quickly talked in ancient words, and the scene was very happy.

As for Geralt on the side...

He was dying of boredom.

The witcher looked at the world in front of him, which was completely different from the human world, and didn't know what to think. He never participated in the killing of dryads by the kingdoms around Brokilon, and vice versa.

It's a witcher's rule of thumb - in their world, there's no such thing as taking sides. Only eternal neutrality. They don't take part in killings or fights on either side, they just hunt monsters that kill people and solve the curse that makes villages and even cities dangerous. That's all.

So the tree spirits do have their own cultural form. he thinks.

The extremist organization "Forest Rangers" from the Kingdom of Verdon, which specializes in hunting non-human races, also said that they are all monsters with no emotions. What a great irony.

"Gwenblade, what are you doing?"

Sithina's voice came from his ear, and Geralt turned his head, uncomfortable with the new name. Most of the ancient language is tongue-in-cheek, and it is spoken by a tree spirit with a different rhythm. He had never imagined that his name could be so elegant in the ancient language.

Elegant, ha.

That kind of thing shouldn't have anything to do with witchers.

Geralt shook his head with a smile on his face: "It's nothing, I just think your house is beautiful."

The dryad raised her chest proudly, her naked body without clothes reflecting sheen: "Of course, this is a house made of magic and vines. They agree, and we will live here."

"And what if they don't agree?"

"Then we'll leave and find a new place to live. There's a lot of forest in the world, and as much as I like Blodgelon, if nature doesn't want us here, then we'll follow its wishes."

"You don't think it's a bit..." Geralt struggled to find a suitable word in his vocabulary. "...weird?"

"strangeness?"

Sisina asked suspiciously, her brows already furrowed. After a while, there was an unspeakable sadness in the corners of her eyes: "Gwenblade, you won't understand. If the forests ask us to leave, that means we betrayed them."

"Sounds like a good story."

"Are you interested in listening?"

"certainly."

Sisina made a gesture, and a vine man house was slowly put down. Geralt's badge began to vibrate, and the dryad pointed to the house: "Let's go in and say, the story is long, you have to be mentally prepared."

Geralt looked back without a trace at the mage who was still chatting with the Dryad Queen, then looked back at Sithina, who was still blinking at him with emerald green eyes, and finally, he walked into the vine house.

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"It wasn't until this moment that I dared to be sure of the veracity of that prophecy, man in black robe. It turns out she didn't lie to us."

Esina's expression was a little sad. At this moment, the Dryad Queen was sitting at a table with the mage. They were surrounded by flowers and green bushes, some of which were berries. The table is formed by magic, with a fragrance unique to nature.

By the time this conversation is over, it will return to what it was — the dirt itself.

He Shenyan tapped the armrest of the chair with his hand, and the soil was shaped into a material similar to metal. It's firm, but it's not uncomfortable to sit on. It fits his crest line perfectly, and even has a slight adjustment function.

He seemed indifferent to Aisina's words, but turned to talk about another matter: "Ma'am, can you stop calling me a man in black robes? Mage, or He, you can choose one."

"...Okay, Mage." Aisina pursed her lips. "So, what do you think of what I said?"

"The world will not be destroyed."

He Shenyan said this to her in a determined tone. His Archaic is still fluent, every word, every sound, even the elongated endings seem so smooth. However, Esina felt a deep dissonance.

She looked straight at the human mage.

"I don't know."

After a long time, she spoke slowly.

"That's my opinion, Her Majesty, Lady Esina—that's my opinion, my declaration. The world will not end."

He Shenyan looked at her patiently, like a young child learning to speak. And the age difference between the two is so huge that this look even seems a bit exaggerated and ridiculous.

He knew why Esina was acting this way—the dryad queen was reading his mind from the first moment they met.

But not active, but passive. There are several points in the information flow returned by the mental tentacles that are very noteworthy, which is one of the reasons why he finds it interesting.

This dryad queen obviously has some kind of magical quality~www.novelmt.com~ She can passively read the hearts of everyone around her, and can know whether they are lying and their emotions when speaking.

The reason why she showed that appearance was because when He Shenyan said 'this world will not be destroyed', he was sincere and felt that way.

— and this clearly contradicts her deeply believed prophecy.

"You..." Aisina's expression became even more astonished.

"Where does your self-confidence come from? Mage, I don't understand. The prophecy of Yin Silinni is true, your appearance, the appearance of Gwenblade, and the swallow that has not yet been discovered by the world... .. She knew it. It was even predicted a thousand years ago."

"She said that the world will be destroyed in the hoarfrost, and that you will save the world with Gwenblade and the Swallow. This is the original translation, according to the original manuscript I found, her original words are, you will be with the Swallow. Gwenblade and Swallow are bringing the world back to life."

"Because it's impossible for her to know my appearance based on prophecy alone." He Shenyan replied with a smile.