Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"You said we're going to relax...and this is what you mean by relaxing?"

"Yeah, isn't this called relaxation?"

A witcher and a wizard are standing by a river, holding fishing rods and catching fish. Although Geralt was reluctant, the movements of his hands were not slow at all, and he was extremely skilled in a series of movements of baiting, nesting, and then throwing the line. Definitely looks like a middle-aged man.

The mage looked sideways slightly: "Do you often fish?"

"Not very often, but there was a time when I had to do it, and I went to Skelliger. Their island was full of mountains, and I was so poor at the time that I couldn't buy food. The deer are so much smarter than the deer in the woodlands. I couldn't catch them, so I had to be a fisherman for a while."

"By the way, killed a lot of water ghosts?"

"...Damn, isn't this a problem? It's not my fault that there are so many water ghosts in Skellige! Could it be that I have to kill them! Besides, killing water ghosts is for the sake of the people! "

He Shenyan didn't say a word, he stared at his fishing rod intently, looked at the river, and lifted his hand gently up, a black fish with a glittering head only flew up and fell safely into him. prepared barrels.

Geralt blinked, convinced he was right. Then he dropped the fishing rod in his hand and ran over to observe the fish carefully for a while before saying, "This is... what?"

"Fish." The Master replied nonchalantly.

"Which fish can look like this?!" Geralt's voice sounded close to roaring.

"Shh, you scared my fish away." Instead of answering, He Shenyan began to blame him.

After fully appreciating the expression on Geralt's face, who was scratching his head because he couldn't understand the situation, He Shenyan finally laughed happily: "Okay, I'll tell the truth."

Facing Geralt's expectant eyes, he said solemnly, "That's really a fish."

"It's just a little bit special. Actually, this river is very special right now." His panting style made Geralt almost threw the fishing rod at him, but he explained it afterward.

"What's special? What's special about this river now? For Meritelli's sake! Can't you just say it all at once! Damn it!"

"Well... do you want to see it for yourself?"

Geralt glanced at him indignantly, seeing with his own eyes, no big deal. He leaned closer to the river and looked down.

In his impression, the river near Kermorhan was neither clear nor turbid, at least he could see the stones and crabs at the bottom through the water. But now that he looked at it, it suddenly became pitch black, as if it were a bottomless cliff. Geralt felt flustered for no reason, he immediately closed his eyes and retreated to the shore, taking a deep breath.

"how do you feel?"

"Not so good, seriously, what the **** is this?" he gasped.

"It looks like you have a deep-sea phobia... It's hard to explain this to you, it's really just a place to fish. Come here, I'll explain it to you."

The witcher moved closer to the mage.