Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

In Geralt's long career as a witcher - no, wrong script, come again.

For the first time in Geralt's long life, he had a happy time together with Tree Precision. Don't get me wrong, Geralt is by no means a good man who is willing to be chastity for his lover. In fact, he played very big.

How do you think the title of life member of eleven brothels in Novigrad came from?

Geralt is a rare all-rounder in this regard. I mean, he's enjoyed it with one woman, and he's enjoyed it with two women. Even three -- but definitely not four, he couldn't handle four.

He tried elves, half-elves, nymphs, and once even a siren. But the Dryad...?

This is the first time.

In dryad society, love is basically a non-existent thing. They are a purely female society, without a single male dryad. So, if they need to reproduce, they will find some males of other races.

Humans and elves are the first choice, after being 'trialed' (usually with five people), they will put the victim back. Well, of course, if he can't go, the tree spirits will kindly send him back. This particular form of reproduction also creates a problem.

Sithina had no idea how to make a man happy—even though the way she lay on the bed was enough to make Geralt tempted.

The witcher cursed himself for breaking his order so quickly and without hesitation, as he continued his special instructions.

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Two hours later, he walked out of Sithina's vine house dizzy. Geralt just didn't think teaching rock trolls to play poker was so tiring.

At this time, he saw a person he didn't want to see at all in the open space not far away.

The witcher walked over in a dejected manner and sat down opposite the mage. Facing his half-smile eyes, he stuck his neck for a long time before throwing out a sentence: "...don't look at me like that."

"I didn't look at you." He Shenyan spread out his hands seemingly innocently. "It just occurred to me that someone said at Vizima that they had to be clean. Hmm. Great, Geralt, great."

He turned his head solemnly, so that his eyes were no longer on Geralt's face, and then said in a very relaxed tone: "I'm just thinking about it, Geralt. Hey, who is this sentence? What are you talking about?"

"Well... I can be ruled out first. So can Regis, he's obviously a gentleman. That's weird, there were three people there. Not me, not Regis.. ... who do you think it will be?"

"You can just say my name right out of the box."

Geralt feebly surrendered.

"That would be boring." He Shenyan told him with a smile.

"So, what did you talk to that dryad queen?"

"We talked about some interesting stuff."

"For Goddess Meritelli's sake, Ho." Geralt couldn't help it, he patted the table hard. "Can you just once—just once, stop answering my questions with riddles?"

"Alright alright."

He Shenyan immediately began to explain to him.

"Yes, Queen Esina is a rather special dryad. Not only in her belief in that famous prophecy, but also in the fact that she is a natural mind-reader. This queen can passively read certain The thoughts of everyone in the range, such as the truth or falsehood of one of their words and the emotional fluctuations at that time.”

"It is a coincidence that Queen Aisna once met the elf prophet Yinsi Linni. What is more coincidental is that the Yinsi Linni said the first version in front of her. Prophecy. In Queen Esina's perception, Yin Silinni did not lie, and there was no fabrication."

"She had no doubts about her 'prophecy'."

Geralt noticed that He Shenyan emphasized the pronunciation of the word prophecy.

"So, here's the highlight. The Prophet Inslinni's many prophecies have been fulfilled one by one, such as the decline of their elves, the rise of mankind, and even the invasion of the north by Nilfgaard from 1239. But these It's not the point, in her prophecy, there is one of the most important passages."

He Shenyan raised a finger, and Geralt noticed that his expression was tending to a kind of indifferent rationality: "Bai Shuang—I'm sure you've heard this, right, Geralt?"

"The destruction of the world...?" Geralt asked uncertainly. "You believe in that too?"

"Of course I don't believe it. In fact, it's not me who believes it. It's the Queen Aisna. Since many prophecies have been fulfilled one by one, she has to start paying attention to this prophecy of Yin Silinni, even in a certain period of time. To some extent it is taken as truth.”

"Demon Museum"

"And the most interesting place is here. There is a version of Yin Silinni's prophecy that has not been opened to the public, and only exists in the legends and the memory of a small number of people. Weinblade, and the Swallow. The three of them will join forces to bring new life to the ruined world."

"That's the basics of my conversation with her."

He Shenyan put that finger down, he clapped his hands, and there were two more cups on the table made of clay. Geralt noticed that although the table looked like mud, when the teacups emerging from the air hit the table, they made a metallic sound.

"Try it, the new magic I just learned." The mage gestured for Geralt to hold up the cup.

Geralt glanced at him, raised the glass, and asked sarcastically, "I thought there was no spell that you couldn't."

"Actually, there's more to it~www.readwn.com~ Magic is just a way of magic, and at the end of the day, it's the product of the imagination. Like this, Geralt. Would you like a glass of milk or east? ?"

After thinking about it again and again, for physical reasons, Geralt chose the former: "Milk."

"Snapped."

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, and steaming milk appeared in the empty glass Geralt held up. Exuding a rich milky fragrance, the witcher took a sip, the temperature was just right, and the sweetness permeated his tongue.

"Imagination can do many things, Geralt. It's important, and without it, humanity probably wouldn't have progressed—but I'm thinking about a real problem right now."

"what?"

The wizard glanced at the witcher, snapped his fingers and filled himself with the same glass of hot milk, and said in a thoughtful tone, "I'm from out of the world, Geralt... .How did that Yin Silinni predict my appearance?"

A flash of lightning flashed through Geralt's slightly sluggish mind at the moment, his eyes widened, his expression changed to stunned.