MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v3 Chapter 48 all kinds of coincidences

Geralt's eyes widened, he was shocked, and he said fiercely: "This injury is nothing, you are a mage, if you want to heal me, you can cast spells instead of letting them..."

He couldn't go on.

He Shenyan was not angry, he understood Geralt's reaction. His reaction when he learned the truth after drinking a bottle wasn't any better than Geralt's. At that time, he almost had to duel with Gu Yi. As their last legacy, the shock of that picture is directly proportional to the nausea after learning the truth.

He Shenyan recalled how she looked when she burst into Gu Yi's room with a sad face and broke her favorite teapot, and shook her head amusingly.

"Try to take a deep breath... Geralt, I didn't let you drink it to make you feel better. It was a parting gift. They gave it to the man when they were parting, and now I'm saying goodbye. I'll give it to you when it's time. It's kind of a tradition...in my, um, school."

The witcher's mood calmed down, he was rarely so angry. But it came and went quickly, Geralt didn't mention leaving, he changed the subject: "Tradition?"

"My teacher, gave me a drink before she left."

He Shenyan waved his hand, he didn't seem to want to talk about this matter much, and said, "I have already gone back earlier and made a gadget and handed it to Vesemir. He should still be fumbling for that thing now. How to use it. I made it very simple on purpose, by the way, what do you think of the name 'one-button lazy self-service green grass trial machine'?"

He Shenyan said seriously.

The corners of Geralt's eyes twitched, and he asked, "One-touch... One-touch what?"

He Shenyan answered patiently, "One-click lazy self-service green grass trial machine."

"You still laugh at the name I gave my horse?"

"In all fairness, Geralt. I wouldn't laugh at you if you had only one horse named Radish. But you have every horse named Radish, and that's a problem."

"Damn it, your name isn't that good either!"

"At least I didn't call every little thing I made a 'one-button lazy self-service grass trial machine'."

Geralt blushed, and he stammered, "It's not the same! It's not the same... It's not the same, I have feelings for this name!"

The Master replied insincerely: "Ah, yes yes yes. You are right."

He frowned suddenly, and took out an emerald from his arms. At this moment, the gem was glowing with green light, illuminating half of the hotel. He Shenyan stood up, and while he stuffed the gem back into his arms, he said to Geralt, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time to listen to you about Mallory."

Geralt also stood up: "In such a hurry?"

"yes."

He Shenyan hurried out the door. He turned around at the last moment and said to Geralt, "We will meet again, Water Ghost Slayer."

Geralt's face twitched again. He wanted to say something, but in the end he just laughed: "Okay, okay. You hateful mage who only says half of what he likes."

He watched He Shenyan leave in a burst of green light, and the sound of footsteps came from the stairs behind him. The young man with a mustache walked downstairs, he was talking to a black-clothed mammy, and the mama said to him: "There's nothing wrong with Verya's condition, she's not seriously injured, but... You'd better be mentally prepared."

"According to her description, she is likely to be pregnant..."

Mallory was silent for a while, then he thanked Mammy and sent her away. Then, he squatted down and stared at the crowd coming and going in front of the door in a daze.

The witcher stood beside him and asked casually, "Did the guards find out who kidnapped her?"

"I found out that the house belonged to a gangster named Rolls Dunderley. The guards didn't find him, gods, I really hope he'd die right away..."

Geralt said, "People like him are the worst among the gangsters."

"But I don't know why things turned out like this, Witcher." Mallory propped his chin sadly, his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

"First my father's death, then my mother. Verya was missing for several days, and I was very happy when she was found. But, alas!" He sighed heavily.

"You also know what people think now. When this happened, how will she behave in the future? God..."

The young man buried his head between his legs and cried bitterly. Geralt didn't try to comfort him, just waited for him to get better.

As he expected, Mallory wiped his tears a few minutes later. This is how people at the bottom are, no matter how life makes things difficult for them, knocks them to the ground, or even tortures them, there is no way to make them completely surrender. To live is more important than anything else.

"I thought, maybe that's it, witcher. Thank you for taking care of my business these days, but I'm leaving."

Mallory's tone was firm: "I'm going to sell the store and move to the country with Verya. No one knows us there, and no one will say anything to her. When she's healthy, she can come back and continue. go to school."

"Then how do you make a living?"

"Farming, I can learn."

Geralt shook his head. He said, "Listen, young man. I admire your affection for your sister, but you're only making things harder for you. You'd better wait until she wakes up and discuss it with her. Better. I've seen too many relatives who have turned against each other because of wishful thinking."

"But what about that child? She's still so young! If she has someone she likes in the future..."

Mallory said anxiously, he didn't seem to think about himself at all, and his whole mind was on his sister. Geralt felt that after his parents died one after another, his sister was probably the young man's last obsession.

"We can't go against the teachings of the gods. UU read www.uukanshu.com and kill that child! That's too cruel. His father may be guilty, but that child..." Mallory didn't know what to do. , He stood up in despair, just about to enter the store to continue working, but suddenly raised his head.

"Wait, witcher! Aren't you recruiting apprentices?" He looked at Geralt expectantly.

The witcher waved his hand impatiently, and said, "Yes, it was a long time ago, but now..."

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck his mind, and a sudden feeling made his hands and feet go weak, and the witcher hurriedly stood up straight. As if a string was taut in his mind, he began to think about...

The trial of improved grass, the new apprentice, He's prophecy, the Bordeaux estate, the man who came out of nowhere, the kidnapped Verya and the child in her womb...

Geralt murmured to himself, "In the night, the white wolves will meet the young black wolves. They will cross the storm, and they will cross the ocean. They will recast their former glory, and they will die for a swallow. Search all over the world... the black wolf will be dying, even dying..."

That weird feeling is getting stronger.

Mallory looked at him in amazement, not understanding what the witcher was saying. But Geralt suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed him tightly, and said, "That's right, we recruit apprentices."

The mustache young man swallowed, not understanding why the witcher reacted so suddenly. It was obvious that he was still unwilling before. But he couldn't be happier to get rid of this hot potato.

"By the way, Mallory, do you want to make a bet?"

Geralt sat back at the table, he picked up the bottle and took a sip: "...just bet that child, he will be born at night."