I'm in Marvel, and the System Works for Me
Luke: "..."
Geralt continued, "Someone wants to see you. She's also the truth you've been searching for all this time..."
Tessa's figure slowly appeared, tears streaming down her face.
Could ghosts cry?
Of course they could.
Geralt quietly slipped away. Tearful family reunions on this scale weren't his thing.
Mother and son had eyes only for each other. Neither noticed him leave.
"Geralt is baaack!"
"Welcome home, young master."
"Hmph!"
That was Cerberus. He sniffed the air. "What's that nasty smell? Have you been seeing another dog behind my back?"
Geralt didn't answer right away. Instead, he said to Rebecca, "Rebecca, make me a cup of hot milk."
"Of course, young master."
Only then did Geralt sit down on the sofa and ask Cerberus, "Do you know a Hellhound named Garm?"
"I've heard of him," Cerberus said.
Which meant he didn't know him.
"I ran into him on this job," Geralt said. "Nearly got myself killed."
Cerberus glanced at him. "Garm isn't a natural-born Hellhound, and the name doesn't refer to just one. His master calls every Hellhound he makes 'Garm.' When one dies, he makes another. Rotten bastard with a sick sense of humor."
Geralt nodded. "Looks like I said 'goodbye forever' a little too soon."
Rebecca brought over the milk. Geralt drank it, then went straight upstairs to shower.
In the bathroom.
Geralt summoned the Book of Proverbs and checked his attributes.
[Name: Geralt Winchester Race: Human Sex: Male Age: 18 Class: Demon Hunter lv2 Attributes: Strength 20, Spirit 19, Agility 22, Constitution 23 Talent: Spirit Sight lv1 Skills: Night Vision lvmax, Winchester Combat lv3, Forbidden Spellmark 30% Attribute points: 10 Skill points: 1 Status: Slightly weakened]
"How should I spend these attribute points?"
Geralt