Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Geralt woke up the next morning by the sound of talking downstairs. The soundproofing here is not very good, but the mattress is soft enough. The witcher was **** and turned over on the bed reluctantly, but he couldn't sleep again, so he turned over and got dressed and planned to go to the bulletin board in the city to see if anyone needed a witcher. .

Before going downstairs, Geralt, who was walking around the corner, heard the innkeeper, the young man with a mustache, speak very quickly: "...she didn't go home last night! Gentlemen, you must be sure Help me, I lost my father, my mother. I can't lose my sister anymore. I only have her!"

In the end, his voice even had a cry.

Geralt heard a man's embarrassed voice: "Uh, Mallory. I really want to help you, but she just didn't come home for one night. Are you taking things too seriously?"

Another man said, "Yeah, Mallory. It's not uncommon for girls her age to go out and have fun with the guys they like. Times have changed, and now it's not like we used to meet before we got married."

Mallory, the innkeeper, almost cried: "No... no, you don't understand, she always goes straight home after class, but last night!"

The first man to speak sighed: "Okay, we'll go check it out, don't worry too much, okay? Well, I mean, nothing will happen to her."

With the clanging of armor, they left, and Geralt's excellent hearing allowed him to clearly hear the conversation between the two outside the door.

"How do we check?"

"Check? I don't know how to check. Don't you see him like that? If I don't say yes, he's sure to cry. God, I can't see anyone else crying. And Mallory was miserable enough, and, saying Really, I hope Verya is okay too."

As they drifted away, the witcher walked down the stairs, making deliberate footsteps to remind Mallory.

Geralt saw Mallory's eyes, he'd seen many of them—how many? He can't remember. But almost every time, somewhere in his heart he felt a pain in the face of that look, followed by numbness.

"Is there anything to eat?"

The witcher said nonchalantly.

Mallory's eyes were slightly red, and he nodded: "Yes, guest, what would you like to eat?"

Anything, except your crying face. The witcher said in his heart.

After dinner, Geralt left the hotel. He paid for two more nights. He was wandering around the city with his hood and two swords on his back, looking for a commission. He focused his attention on the signs, but found nothing. No one needed a witcher, and it was rare to see such a place. All he sees are signs for missing dogs or lost and found.

Livia is not a big city, the country is not big, and the capital of the same name is not big, but at least it has all the internal organs.

So he wandered around, and his eyes couldn't help but set his eyes on those shops that used squiggly characters as signs. Most of them had a very ambiguous name, which was quite provocative. The witcher touched the purse around his waist, but he dismissed the idea of ​​going in for a stroll—not because he had no money, but because he wanted to reform himself.

You should really listen.

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Verya woke up in the dark with a splitting headache. She found that both her hands were hung up, and a bundle of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, which smelled bad. She didn't scream, she tried to move her leg, but felt a tearing pain in her lower body. She realized what had happened, and two tears ran down her dirty face, but otherwise the girl didn't move.

She didn't scream, she didn't try to cry, she didn't even make any extra moves. Her eyes were swollen and painful, and after a while, she was finally able to see clearly in the dark.

There is straw on the ground, no windows, and it is full of darkness. Her hands were hanging from the beams of the house, and the room was silent, as if no one was there. Verya raised her head and found that the rope was thrown very high, and she was very weak now, and there was basically no possibility of escaping.

The girl waited quietly in the dark. She didn't know who would push the door in, but she would never cry.

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When Geralt was turning a corner, he heard a familiar voice. He raised his eyes and looked up, it was He Shenyan. He was still wearing that black robe, and was bargaining with a woman at a street stall, holding a book in his hand.

Geralt heard him say, "No, ma'am. There's absolutely no way this book costs 70 crowns. You're robbing money."

The woman replied firmly: "It costs 70 crowns. If you want to buy it, you have to give me 70 crowns."

He Shenyan sighed. He took out the purse from his waist and threw it to her: "Count it yourself."

The woman stood by her booth, took out 70 kronor from the bag with a smile~www.novelmt.com~ and handed the money bag back, very politely said: "Thank you for your patronage, sir, and wish you a long life and a hundred years. ."

He Shenyan laughed twice without a smile. He walked in Geralt's direction like a prophet, flipping through the book in his hand: "There is progress, Geralt. You have nothing but wine on your body. Smell, there is no fat powder smell."

"I've changed my mind."

The Master didn't say anything, he just smiled and shook his head, holding up the book in his hand: "Look what I found."

Geralt frowned. He tried to distinguish the line of cursive characters: "The Complete Book of Monster Habits? Why did you buy this kind of book? Just ask me?"

The mage took him to a bench by the side of the road and sat down. He looked over and said, "No, you have to stay in the city until the prophecy is fulfilled. You can't leave until the prophecy is fulfilled. During this time, I have to do my business."

"Then how long will I stay?"

The Master shrugged very irresponsibly: "Then I don't know, but when it's done, you'll know."

"Do you have to play this kind of trick? Why don't you just say it clearly?"

Geralt's complaint made He Shenyan helplessly raise his head, and he explained: "It's not that I don't want to make it clear, Geralt. It's that I don't know the specifics, and I can't see the future directly, it's just a Prophecy is a one-sided description of one thing, so I don't like prophecy."

Geralt leaned back, looked at the people coming and going, and said, "What are you going to do?"

"I?"

"you."

"Well..." The mage smiled, his figure gradually disappeared on the bench, leaving only the witcher with wide-eyed eyes, and his vague words: "You can take your time to guess. ."