MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v3 Chapter 29 understand slightly

"So, aren't you going to talk about what exactly that thing is?"

Geralt and He Shenyan were sitting in the hall of Kyle Mohan. A chandelier with two colors of gold and silver hung from the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall. Even the frescoes on the ceiling were restored by the mage.

He Shenyan was fascinated by the green gem in his hand, Geralt squatted on the ground, and in front of him was a bathtub with a long piece of meat in it, pink and crimson, and the witcher held a mouthful of it. A pipe, obtained from nowhere, was working on the meat. His technique is like that of a seasoned butcher, peeling skin and cramping, dividing muscles, without ambiguity.

"Ah, trust me, Geralt. That thing has nothing to do with you or your world. So just ignore it."

He Shenyan said casually, he now only has this gem left in his hand. Gu Yi's note disappeared with the wind after he read it. And this gem, no matter how you look at it, is just an ordinary gem.

There are no magic fluctuations, no hidden secrets, and no possible mechanisms. It's really just an ordinary green gemstone - at best, it can sell for a fortune, and because it's already cut, it won't sell for much.

"Tsk..."

Putting the gem on the table, the mage rubbed his brows in distress. Gu Yi used to like to give him such riddles, and God knows how much he hates riddlers. And now, Gu has come back to life, traveled through the world, and left him with a bunch of riddles.

"never mind."

When he couldn't figure it out, he decided to put all these problems behind him. Now he thinks that it's just a waste of time. Just do something that interests him first.

The witcher was still dealing with the corpse of the pterodactyl. After the plane vanished out of thin air, Geralt asked the wizard to move his fingers so that the dragon would follow them back to the castle—in the form of corpses.

When asked why he cherished a pterodactyl so much, the witcher sighed helplessly: "I drank all of Vesemir's wine, and I have to give him something to kick my **** to keep him from coming back. Compensation. Like making him double dragon leather boots or something."

Thinking of this, He Shenyan suddenly became interested. he asked.

"Well, are you interested in a set of dragonskin armor to wear?"

A complex magic circle suddenly lit up in the mage's hand. Geralt looked up at him, wondering why: "What? You can still make armor?"

He Shenyan smiled, and he nodded mysteriously: "I understand a little, I understand a little."

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Half an hour later, they came to Kermorhan's basement. A soft light group lit up in the mage's hand, illuminating the entire basement. Seeing this, Geralt put down the candle in his hand and expressed his envy again: "Damn...why are spells so convenient?!"

"Aren't you a little too?"

"What I know is incomparable to what you know."

He Shenyan shrugged.

Geralt put down a whole piece of skin on his back, which stirred up a cloud of dust on the table in the basement.

The skin of a pterodactyl cannot be said to be very hard, but it is definitely first-class in terms of flexibility. It is a good material for making leather armor. After their skin is treated with special techniques, it can even make arrows unable to penetrate, let alone sword blades. Unless there is a sword inlaid with runestone, there is no way to pierce their leather armor.

Of course, with such a good skin, there is a reason why pterodactyls have not been killed until now. One is that they are too dangerous, and the other is that their hides are very difficult to handle and must be handled by skilled craftsmen - here comes the highlight.

Witchers generally have no money--no money--and can't find a good craftsman.

"It's time for your performance." Geralt spread his hands, and stepped back to prepare for the show.

The mage's hands lit up again, and the whole piece of skin flew up after being irradiated for a short time. His hands were full of white light, and Geralt watched the rough and even bloodshot leather transform into a set of exquisite leather armor in an instant. The shoulder armor, elbow bracers, chest and back are all engraved with complex patterns, and the red and black colors contain a powerful magic that is captivating. It even gave Geralt an illusion - he felt that the leather armor was breathing.

Actually, it wasn't his illusion.

"How's it going?" He Shenyan motioned him to come and have a look.

The witcher walked forward in a spirited manner, and the way he touched the leather armor was like a lover's, gentle and loving, and even made the mage feel a chill: "Uh... Geralt, I know my craftsmanship. It's nice, but you don't have to show that expression either..."

After being reminded, the witcher immediately came back to his senses, and he returned his expression to his usual indifference - or it would be better to call it sullen.

Geralt held the leather armor in his hand, looking at his appearance and even wishing to wear it now, He Shenyan raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't mean to give Vesemir a little compensation to prevent him from going home and kicking you. ass?"

"Yeah~www.novelbuddy.com~ but I'm talking about a pair of boots, not this...Baby." Geralt said solemnly, and walked up to the leather armor. The mage shook his head helplessly, and the two returned to the hall again. The witcher immediately took off his **** shirt, ran to the other end of the corner of the hall, dragged out his suitcase, and found a fairly clean one to put on. It wasn't all over, he even ran up to the second floor of the castle to grab a mirror, put it in front of the fireplace, and then started donning the leather armor.

Even if He Shenyan didn't want to, he had to admit that the witcher's figure was indeed good. After putting on that leather armor, it makes him appear more heroic and valiant, with a bit of a ranger temperament - it's a pity that the villagers outside don't see him that way, the handsome witcher is a false proposition, you can't prove it In the end there is not.

And, even if there were, he was a witcher. All the witchers can get is endless abuse and hatred. This was not built overnight, but under the guidance of some people with ulterior motives, it took a hundred years to become what it is now.

It turns out once again that the truth can never reach half the popularity of a lie—because human beings are born to lie.

The witcher was a little carried away with joy. He even picked up the sword in front of the mirror and gestured, admiring the way he wore the leather armor. He Shenyan heard the sound of hooves coming from outside the door. He raised his brows and showed a wicked smile. He performed a small trick to disable the witcher's excellent hearing for a while - and then the door of the hall was pushed. It opened, and a sturdy old man with white hair and beard walked in.

When he saw Geralt, his face was still a little happy, but when he glanced at the empty wine bottles on the ground and the most crucial bottle, his expression changed.