Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"what?"

"Sociopath... it's a term. You see, Geralt. People commit crimes for money, a few impulsive crimes. But most are for money, right?"

"Yes."

"But sociopaths are different. They just want to see other people shed blood and tears. The worse they are, the happier they are. They are born that way."

"Your description is accurate... Will Gimmel is such a bastard."

"Back to the point, then what?"

"I rescued the caravan owner's daughter, but she's dead. Those bastards gave her an overdose of narcotic powder, and she's because... God, I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, she She was not even able to walk for half her life. She was only five years old. I delivered her to the priests of the Temple of the Goddess Meritelli, and she died three days later. I paid for her to be buried."

"And from then on... I swear I'm going to get Will Gimmel. I'm going to send this bastard to hell to confess to the others."

"And you didn't succeed."

"Yeah, because he bribed the mayor of Maripo with money. The bastard who saw the money let him out of town, and I searched for him in Maripo for three months and couldn't find him. But today... today. "

He turned, the cat's eyes gleaming in the darkness, the pale face flushed for the first time. Excitement, anger, and desire for revenge were intertwined on his face: "I began to believe in fate, Ho. If he really wants to die, it must be at my hands, and it must be today!"

"Has anyone ever said that you are very chivalrous?"

"Now is not the time to make fun of me..."

"No, I mean it. Geralt. Few people are willing to fight for those few good sides after experiencing as much of the dark side of humanity as you, and you're better than me at that. therefore..."

"So what?"

"You'd better get away."

The mage's gentle reminder made Geralt's hair stand on end. He immediately turned to avoid it, and a black lightning flashed past where he had just stood. The mage stared blankly at the dark body, where stood a black-robed mage, his old and skinny fingers sticking out of the sleeves of his black robe, with disgusting folds.

"Mage?" Geralt asked.

"Yes, it looks like your old friend has some new friends. But...he may not know you have a new friend too.

The mage stretched out his hand and pointed, and a ray of light immediately lit up in the originally dim sky, even illuminating half of the sky. Countless people looked up at this miraculous scene, and many believers of the gods even knelt down and started on the spot. pray.

The light was getting brighter and brighter, shining on the old black-robed mage, he felt a deep tremor, but he couldn't move a bit. He Shenyan and Geralt walked past him, and the witcher looked at his slowly melting face and commented, "Sometimes you really make me shudder."

"I see you're enjoying it."

"Do I look like someone who rejoices in the tragic death of others?"

"It's very similar, Geralt. And..." The mage looked back, the melted man didn't scream, and his flesh gradually turned into a pool of black matter: "He's not even a person. already."

"Are you describing, or are you talking about?"

The mage answered the question: "Your old friend may be making some strange new friends, Geralt. Be prepared."

"I don't think there's any scene that scare me."

"The scenes you'll see...and they're related, usually don't look too good."

They continued down the alley, and Geralt had planned to ask someone. But it doesn't seem necessary now, the mage already knows everything from the melted guy's head. He was leading Geralt quickly in a certain direction.

The dark alleys of the temple district lead in all directions, but most of them lead to a common place, the San Rebioda Hospital, the only place of solace for the local poor and victims. Geralt was reluctant to believe that such a hospital named after a saint and with such an excellent reputation over the years would become Will Gilmore's lair. But when they reached the door of the hospital, he drew his sword.

Countless demented poor people or beggars knelt around the San Rebioda Hospital, guarding the hospital layer by layer. Under the night, there was no light in the window of this hospital. The busy doctors and nurses in the past were all hanged from the surrounding trees. Their silent corpses, speechless faces stared at He Shenyan and Jie. Lot.

There was a silent scream.

The ragged men staggered to their feet and walked towards them with their thin arms outstretched. They didn't even look like people anymore, but something plausible. For the first time in his life, Geralt shuddered.

He even wanted to run away.

The mage stood beside him, his tone as calm as ever: "As I said, the scene won't be too good, Geralt."

Geralt's teeth were chattering, he had never seen anything like this. The monsters he faced in the past, no matter how strong, could not confuse the minds of so many people and make them become such walking dead. He said, "What is this...?"

The mage's face was serious for the first time: "It's 'them'. Have you ever thought about it, Geralt. When you're staring into the abyss... the abyss is staring at you? People live with sin and pain all year round. ...And some creatures that feed on it will cast a glance of their attention in the dark. There are powerful ones that even stretch out their tentacles to touch those who suffer in sin."

"They will be in pain, they will scream, they will suffocate. But in the end, they will become nothing."

"nothingness?"

"Yes, Geralt. Nothingness." The mage pointed to the man closest to them, and Geralt suddenly realized what he was referring to. The man's human part has all disappeared. He may still be wearing his clothes, but his face-his face no longer has the fluctuations in his expression when he was a human, but is rigid and nothing is left. The emptiness and silence below.

"They've been eaten up... all that's left here are the husks."

The mage said sympathetically. He snapped his fingers, and a huge amount of magic burst out from his body, and the people who were swept started to burn themselves. Like the previous mage, their bodies slowly became some kind of black substance. Sticky and even bubbly.

Geralt suddenly felt nauseated, and He Shenyan noticed that he was breathing more and more rapidly, and patted his shoulder, a surge of magic power poured in, which woke him up.

The mage said: "Now, we have eaten the appetizers. Let's see what main dishes your old friend will serve."