Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 63 63. Cheers, madam!

Margarita Laux Andile.

One of the most powerful women in the world is also one of the most beautiful women in the world.

Her noble family and unparalleled magical wisdom have allowed her to achieve her current status.

But now, a lot of muscle had been cut off from her two calves, her body was dirty and smelly, and she could only huddle in a wooden cage with the bones of her students.

The high fever that persists in her body, and the fact that she can be infected under such a wound for so many days and still not die, already shows that a top sorceress has extraordinary magical power and physical strength.

But it was still of no use. The high fever and the pain from the festering wounds still tortured her, making her unable to cast spells.

This is the reason why powerful kings treat magical power equally.

Uninformed people only think that the magic power of the mages is so powerful that it can even wipe out an order of knights on the frontal battlefield.

But those familiar with the matter know very well that in order to prevent the mage from releasing spells, in addition to expensive magic-blocking gold, it may even only require a bout of dysentery.

Diarrhea, vomiting, colic. Guys who dare to forcefully cast spells in this state usually end up in the academy because of the backlash of their magic power.

Of course, the greater possibility is that the chaotic magic scattered in the world cannot be mobilized at all.

The basis of spellcasting is concentration.

If a spell is not turned into an instinctive reaction like driving breath, then a distraction, violent chaos magic will twist the mage into an unspeakable mass.

A powerful and well-resourced mage will make a lot of preparations to maintain his condition.

Poison-removing potions, disease-removing potions, pain-relieving ointments, magic amulets. Ordinary people can't imagine how much money a mage would spend on these things.

But now, there is nothing around Margarita.

So, that noble margarita, that beautiful margarita, that powerful margarita

During this period of time, I can only stay in a cage like a hen waiting to be slaughtered.

Even she herself is about to accept that she will die as "food" in the future.

Until she saw a young witcher leaving and returning.

The camp was already in chaos, with armed men holding torches gathering like a long dragon towards the little demon hunter.

Margarita could only see Lan En's side face from below in the cage.

The firelight reflected on that exotic face, unexpectedly showing no panic or regret.

Instead, he just looked at the enemies who were laughing wantonly calmly.

It was as if he really believed that he could fight his way out of here.

Are you kidding me? He's just a witcher!

No. Margarita smiled miserably, remembering how embarrassed Lan En was when he first came to her cage.

His head and face were covered with blood, and he had a reserve of common sense that he didn't know anything about the warlock.

His skills are surprisingly good, but his most important knowledge reserve is a mess.

This is just an apprentice who has never even started as a master.

Expect an apprentice to fight his way out of a camp full of armed enemies? I am really frustrated and crazy.

But inexplicably, when the young apprentice said to himself, "I want to try to struggle," a strange sense of trust arose spontaneously.

He won't die here.

magic? Trump card? Or a curse?

Not sure.

Margarita lowered her head. She was tortured by pain and high fever and could not even cast a spell, let alone explore the principle.

But since you are not simple, then give it a try!

"What do you want me to do? Let me state in advance that my current state is no longer possible."

"Is it 'unable to cast spells' or 'limited in casting spells'? Tell me clearly!"

Before Margarita could finish speaking, Lan En let out a low growl.

He deflected an arrow with the armor on his wrist, and cut another in mid-air with his sword.

A series of actions caused the enemies to exclaim, and then made them more interested in "bear hunting".

Lan En didn't believe that the world's top sorceress would be directly restricted to the point of completely losing her ability to cast spells.

Even if there were really the world's top powerful mages in this camp, the gap between the top and the top shouldn't be this big!

Margarita was surprised by the other person's sharp thinking.

How could a person who didn't even have common sense about mages discover the difference between these two states in such a short period of time?

"I can only perform some tricks now! Do you know the tricks? They are as weak as your seal, and they can't even last twenty seconds!"

It's because of this situation that Margarita is trapped here.

In twenty seconds, she could take away several lives. But this only makes her final death a little more miserable.

However, Lan En, who was leaning against the cage, grinned in relief.

"Twenty seconds is enough even if it's ten seconds."

"What did you say?"

Margarita thought she had heard wrongly.

Ten seconds? What can you do in ten seconds?

Lan En did not respond to her doubts.

"Come on, mage, put on a shield."

‘Put on a shield’? Do you mean magic protection?

Margarita thought this statement was interesting, easy to understand and relaxed at the same time.

But is it really easy time now?

No matter what, the sorceress frowned and tried her best to block the physical pain. She briefly concentrated her consciousness and mobilized the chaotic magic power of disorder.

A spherical shield like twisted air covered Lan En and Mu Cage.

A crossbow arrow hit it just at this moment, and the wooden shaft of the crossbow made a crisp snapping sound.

Lan En slowly knelt down and sat on the ground.

This is the posture for witchers to meditate and rest, but at the same time, it is also the posture in which they can absorb the power of medicine most easily.

"If I rescue you this time, will Aretuza give me a reward?"

Lan En took out two vials from the alchemical leather bag, turned around and asked the sorceress with a smile.

Margarita's face was now distorted in order to maintain the shield.

There were ten seconds of shield left, and the enemies outside the shield were still laughing and shooting crossbows, or running over with long swords and hammers.

But the witcher didn't even look at them now.

Margarita pursed her lips. Even though the magic cream covered her charm, others could still feel the plumpness of her lips.

She boasts that she has met most of the noble people on this continent.

She has seen both the imperial nobles in the south and the kingdom nobles in the north.

But putting oneself in danger for the sake of others is not just and righteous in the process, nor is it regarded as a noble honor.

On the contrary, he was relaxed and carefree. She had never seen such a person.

Is this the "chivalry" of his hometown? Or the "chivalry" of the witcher? Margarita couldn't understand.

But she understands one thing -

You don't do these things for the glory of the world, do you, Witcher?

You're just doing what you want to do.

"You will become a friend to Arethusa."

The sorceress looked seriously at the cat eyes.

"In the name of Margarita Laux Andile!"

The young witcher laughed and raised the hand holding the bottle as if holding a wine glass.

"Hahaha, what an honor. Then in your name, cheers! Madam!"

Like a toast, after the words were said, the two bottles were empty.

Toxins as dark as ink crawled up his cheeks along the blood vessels.

Opening his eyes, there were no amber vertical pupils on the eyeballs but a deep black!

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