Marvel: Traveling through time with Warcraft skills

On this day, Geralt was immersed in potion research in the underground laboratory as usual.

Various bottles and jars filled the laboratory table, filled with potion materials emitting strange lights and smells,

The potion in the crucible was bubbling.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the door of the store, breaking the silence.

A luxury supercar rushed in like a flash of lightning,

Then it stopped steadily at the door of Geralt's slightly quaint antique shop.

The shiny body of the supercar attracted the attention of many passers-by.

The door slowly opened, and Tony Stark walked down with a confident step.

He was wearing an exquisite custom-made suit, his hair was combed meticulously,

With the iconic smug look on his face, as if writing "I'm awesome".

He strode into the store.

After hearing the noise, Mina came out from the back room to entertain the guests.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

She asked politely, her voice soft and pleasant.

When Tony saw Mina, his eyes lit up instantly, as if he had discovered a rare treasure.

"I didn't expect such a beautiful lady to be in such a simple shop."

As he spoke, he approached Mina with a charming smile.

"I'm Tony Stark, yes, I'm Iron Man."

He raised his chin slightly and introduced himself proudly,

The look in his eyes seemed to say, admire me, girl.

Then, he said in a slightly frivolous tone:

"Beautiful lady, are you interested in working for Stark Group?"

After hearing this, Mina couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled softly, sweet and charming.

"Mr. Stark, you're really interesting."

After that, Mina's eyes began to stare at Tony's neck involuntarily,

her throat moved slightly, and she swallowed her saliva.

Unless Tony noticed,

her pupils slightly turned a strange red.

"Mina, control yourself."

At this delicate moment, Geralt just came up from the basement.

He noticed Mina's strangeness at a glance,

A trace of subtle worry flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly reminded her softly.

"Sorry, boss, I can't help myself."

Mina woke up instantly after hearing Geralt's words.

She lowered her head slightly, a blush appeared on her face, and the strange red in her pupils quickly dissipated.

Then, with a slightly embarrassed smile, she turned around and walked away quickly,

Leaving Tony looking at her back with some confusion.

"So, Mr. Stark, what are you doing here?"

Geralt quickly regained his composure, put on that polite and slightly mysterious smile on his face again, and asked Tony softly.

"I heard about you from Pepper. She is a little naive and easy to be deceived. I came here to see your tricks."

Tony raised his head slightly, with a hint of condescending arrogance in his eyes.

"Mr. Stark, I can fully understand your suspicion."

Geralt nodded slightly, his smile on his face was still peaceful, but his eyes revealed a deep tranquility.

"After all, this is a field that ordinary people like you... have never had the opportunity to see."

He deliberately emphasized the word "ordinary people" slightly, as if to attract Tony's attention.

"How about this, let's sit down and talk slowly. I have some precious tea here, maybe you can be more patient with what I say while tasting the fragrance of tea."

As Geralt spoke, he picked up the teapot beside him and gently filled a cup of tea for Tony.

The green tea soup rippled in the exquisite teacup, and the hot steam rose.

The fragrance of tea instantly filled the air, and the quiet and elegant breath lingered around the two people.

When Tony heard the title of "ordinary people", his eyebrows slightly raised, and his face showed obvious surprise and dissatisfaction.

"Ordinary people? One day this title will appear on me."

He murmured to himself, with a hint of surprise and dissatisfaction in his voice that was difficult to conceal.

In his world, he has always been the genius who stands at the top of technology, leads the trend, and controls countless resources.

It has long been a habit for him to be regarded as an extraordinary person.

And now, this guy who is just a mysterious shop owner in his eyes,

actually casually classifies him as an "ordinary person", which makes his self-esteem touched a lot.

"Then I'll see what tricks you can come up with."

Tony was a little unhappy, but still driven by curiosity, and sat down a little stiffly.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm tea slid down his throat, bringing a special.

His eyes never left Geralt, as if waiting for the other party's next words.

"My ability, maybe you call it a trick."

Geralt looked directly at Tony and said slowly,

"But you can also regard it as a kind of science, a very special and strange science that almost no one can fully understand."

"Its history is long and ancient, and it runs through the entire development of human civilization. People have given it a fantastic name - magic."

Tony listened quietly, but the moment Geralt's voice fell,

a touch of undisguised sarcasm appeared on his face.

"Magic? You are really a liar, and you actually use this kind of thing to fool me."

Tony sneered, leaned back slightly, and crossed his arms.

"If you really have magic, then conjure up a pigeon for me."

His eyes were full of teasing and suspicion.

In his worldview that firmly believed in materialism, the idealistic concept of magic was nothing but nonsense to deceive children.

It was an illusory existence that ran counter to the scientific principles of the real world.

"I use magic, not magic."

"Magic may be able to conjure up pigeons to please the audience, but that is just some visual tricks."

"But the wonders of magic are far from that, even though I can't conjure up pigeons."

Geralt didn't care about Tony's distrust at all, as he expected it.

He stood up calmly, and as he turned around, a crisp "pop" broke the brief silence.

A flash of lightning flashed by.

Geralt, who was originally standing there, had disappeared, replaced by a snow-white pigeon.

It flapped its wings and landed lightly on the chair next to it, its smart little eyes flashing with cunning light.

Then, the pigeon spoke in human language and continued:

"But I can become a pigeon."

"Oh! Shit!"

Tony witnessed this incredible scene and was shocked and wide-eyed, his mouth opened wide, and his face was full of shock and confusion.

He stood up involuntarily, holding the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

His brain seemed to be short-circuited in an instant, and it was difficult to accept what was happening in front of him for a while.

After a moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his eyes quickly swept to the cup of steaming tea on the table.

"What did you put in the tea, hallucinogens?"

Tony's voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear and suspicion.

The only explanation he could think of now was that he was drugged, which caused such absurd and bizarre hallucinations.

Tony took a few steps back in panic, staggering and almost falling.

Then he turned around and ran towards the door desperately. He rushed out of the store, opened the car door in a hurry, and started the car.

With a sharp sound of tire friction, the car sped away like an arrow from a bow,

leaving behind only the dust raised along the way and Geralt stunned.