MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v3 Chapter 33 1 dragon that looks like a horse (3/5)

If Vesemir was to confess, he would certainly not deny that he really wanted Kyle Morhan to return to the past. For an old man who had lived through the most glorious era of the witcher, this was something he thought about day and night, but it was also impossible to achieve. During that massacre, Kermorhan, the largest gathering place for witchers in the world and the former headquarters of the Witcher Order, was breached. Apprentices and witchers died, and only one Vesemir survived. And he's also the oldest witcher in the world right now.

The witchers went from brilliant to lonely in just over a hundred years. They changed from protectors of humans to mutant **** that everyone shouted. Vesemir has no doubt that if all the monsters in the world disappear one day, then The next one to suffer will be the witcher.

Does he want to restore his former glory? certainly. He dreams about it. But only dare to think about it in a dream. There are only four witchers of the wolf school left, and they don't have any mages they know to help with the grass trials. Not to mention the hard-to-obtain materials—and the biggest difficulty, the apprentice.

Even if they can completely replicate the grass trial, with the highest success rate of 40%, only four out of ten apprentices will succeed. In this day and age, who would want to let their child be a witcher? No.

So Kyle Morhan's return to glory is just a dream - and this dream has come true today.

First, the ruined castle was restored to its original state, and then the mage showed Vesemir a completely different 'green grass trial'. Vesemir dared to guarantee that it was definitely a hundred times stronger than the grass trial, and the ones he used Material, the old witcher had never even heard of it.

Vesemir looked at the horse with complicated eyes and said, "So... this is what you want to show me?"

"almost."

He Shenyan nodded, and he began to explain to Vesemir.

"I used the red dragon heart for it. The pure dragon heart was kept by me at the moment it was just taken out. Then I used two different powerful materials, unicorn blood and shadow essence, to carve and strengthen the heart. Incantations, the resulting magical hedging can turn this heart into a never-ending source of magical power—and the red dragon's heart itself can produce a lot of magical power."

"Bleeding it... There's nothing to say about it. I gave it a lot of low-level enhancement spells to make it stand up to this heart. Its bone and physical strength is actually no different from a real dragon. , the last step is to bleed. Let its original blood serve as the base to form a 'circle' on the ground, and then pour the dragon's blood into the heart by alchemy. Now the horse standing in front of you - you want to Call it whatever you want, but it has nothing to do with horses anymore."

"This is a dragon that looks like a horse."

Vesemir stepped forward. He pulled away Geralt, who was in close contact with the horse. He carefully observed the strong muscles on the horse's body and felt the powerful magic power that was constantly flowing in its body. He didn't speak for a long time. And Geralt said angrily, "Hey! This is my horse, old man, my horse!"

"Really? What do you call it?"

"radish."

Vesemir glanced at him sullenly: "It's okay if you call every horse this, but this—look at it, such a horse, no, a dragon, a miracle. You're going to call it Radish ?"

"if not?"

"...You ask it to see if it wants to."

Geralt stepped forward, and he called softly, "Radish."

Radish glanced at him, ignored him, lowered his head and rubbed the old man's hand, and then Geralt realized that Vesemir had a carrot in his hand at some point, and was about to feed it to radish.

"..." Geralt suddenly fell silent. Vesemir said: "You will change horses tomorrow."

"I'm going to leave it in the castle..."

Geralt said half-jokingly, "Why, don't you plan to train it?"

Vesemir didn't speak, and Geralt's expression became weird: "You won't train it, right?"

Vesemir sneered twice, led the dragon horse out of the gate, touched its head affectionately, and even hummed a song.

Geralt watched the old man go away with a smile on his face. He looked at the tired mage and said sincerely, "Thank you for letting this old man have something to do."

He Shenyan waved his hand: "Don't say that, I'm quite interested in this matter myself."

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The next morning, Geralt and He Shenyan set off again. Vesemir stayed in Kelmohan. He planned to spend a year on how the dragon and horse should deal with various dangerous monsters. What He Shenyan did not tell him was that the intelligence of the dragon and horse would actually evolve slowly, and even Something strange happens—maybe Vesemir wakes up one day to find the dragon horse in the courtyard greeting him good morning.

He thought about this picture, told Geralt to listen, and led him a horse in front of the mage. Geralt, who was originally upset, also laughed at this moment. They came all the way to the nearest town, and Geralt bought a sorrel mare for a small sum, docile and strong. He patted the beast's head with satisfaction and said, "I want to call you Radish."

"Do you really call every horse at least Radish?"

"Yeah~www.novelbuddy.com~ Is there any problem?"

The mage was silent for a rare moment. He didn't know if the witcher really didn't feel the problem or what. In short, he decided to ignore this topic.

"...Tell me, how did you recruit apprentices in the past?"

They rode their horses and walked slowly along the path in the early morning sun. Geralt explained: "There are about three kinds. The first is the orphans who can't survive on their own. Sometimes, they are brought back by some witchers. The second is the law of accident."

"This is a customary law, as old as the history of mankind. The one who saves others can, according to the law of accident, offer the saved person a reward and ask for the first thing the saved person sees when they return home. , or something the rescued does not know about but already has - usually a child the rescued gets when he leaves home, such a child is called an 'accidental child'. In the past, there have been many accidents The sons were taken to Kermorhan, where they were raised and trained as witchers."

"As for the third kind... it's rare, but it's not uncommon." Geralt was silent for a while, and he could see that he didn't really want to talk about the third kind.

"There are parents whose children have been afflicted by being too close to some source of magic before they were born - either cursed or unable to support them. In the past, they would send their children to Kai Ermohan is here. Now, I don't know too much. They may secretly kill those children or throw them away. This kind of thing is not uncommon. Even if the local lord orders it, someone will still carry a bag in the middle of the night. out."

"It seems that there is still a long way to go before the real revival of Kyle Morhan, Geralt." He Shenyan was a little emotional, he said, "Fortunately, we can all live a long time."