Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

At three in the morning, he came to Hubert's house. This two-storey home on Outland Avenue is beautifully decorated inside and has a view of the harbour and sea through the windows. He Shenyan went straight down to the basement and broke the protective magic that the vampire had placed at the door of the basement.

It was dark and damp, and the wooden shelves on the walls were filled with all kinds of human organs. There are so many types and numbers that He Shenyan even regrets not torturing it for a while.

He is usually not so impulsive, and his attitude towards non-human creatures is considered peaceful among mages. But dealing with this kind of thing, he is too lazy to reason.

In the corner of the basement were four female corpses, all with their abdominal cavities hollowed out. The blood seemed to have drained, and they stared at the basement ceiling with dazed eyes, one of the youngest even looking in his teens, his face still childish.

"Alas..." The black-robed mage sighed deeply.

Flames emerged from his palms, illuminating the dark basement. The four corpses slowly burned in the flames, their illusory souls emerged from the corpses, and their blank and painful expressions gradually dissipated. He Shenyan stepped forward, picked up their ashes little by little, and put them into a box he just made meticulously and patiently, making sure that nothing was missed.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "...May Goddess Meritelli bless your souls."

Then, he walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a beautiful diary inside. He didn't even want to open it, it was disgusting enough to see what the vampire did once, and he didn't want to see it a second time. Then he spread it out on the table and left.

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"My God! He looks so scary!"

"Who said it wasn't..."

"Hey! Jerry! Come back to me! What are the kids running to see? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"

The noisy voices of people kept ringing at the entrance of the alley, and the corpse collector shouted in annoyance: "For the sake of the gods! Can you all go away and do your own thing? Has no one taught you to respect the dead? "

His angry voice finally made people spread out a little, at least the discussion wasn't so loud anymore. The corpse collector used a shovel to smash the man's body into three parts and put it on his cart little by little. He has been in this business for many years, and he has seen 10,000 corpses at least, but he has rarely seen such a tragic death.

He murmured inwardly, guessing it was some lunatic... Maybe it's the mutant bastards, fuck. I just saw one on the street yesterday, really bad luck.

Although he was thinking wildly, his work was not slow at all, and he quickly collected the body and sent it to the coroner.

Who would have thought that the coroner would back away with a pale face as soon as he saw the man's face. He pointed to the mutilated body and asked, "You...where did you find him?"

The corpse collector didn't know why, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing. So he said, "My lord... this has nothing to do with me."

"I... Who said it has anything to do with you? You tell me where you found it!" The coroner was almost carried away by this stupid person. After getting the answer, he immediately reported to the guards. That afternoon, the Chamber of Commerce received news of the death of young and promising coroner Hubert. Immediately they dispatched men to clear Hubert's house, as much as they could, and two lads opened the basement door, and they let out a shriek.

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Geralt carefully observed the messy traces in the room. The man beside him was restlessly stroking his few hairs, looking at his posture and wishing to make them less.

The witcher, who felt a little disturbed, glanced at him and said, "Can you be quiet for a while?"

"Who?...Oh, me? Okay, okay." The man took a moment to realize that he was talking about himself, and immediately became quiet.

Geralt looked at the messy living room again. Clothes and all kinds of dinner plates were thrown all over the place. Amidst the mess lay a twisted black arm. A lot of blood splattered all over the living room, from the ceiling. When he got to the floor, the amount of bleeding made him suspect that five people had died here.

But, other than that, nothing.

No footprints, no smell, no sign of a fight, just an arm that appeared out of nowhere and a lot of blood.

The witcher, in his new studded soft armour, sighed. He seldom encountered such intractable matters, and the clues were pitiful. He loosened the straps on his shoulders so that he could hold the silver sword behind him at any time, and then asked the man, "Tell me the details."

The man grimaced: "I've already said it! Master! I woke up this morning and saw these things in my house. It almost scared me to death! I didn't dare to report it to the guards, my wife said that I have to invite you witchers. Come on, it took me a long time to find you."

"Well, you did say that. Didn't you hear anything in the middle of the night?"

"I'm a dead sleeper, Master, but you can ask my wife."

After the man said this, he shouted out of the house: "Orillia! Come in for me! Hurry up! Master Witcher has something to ask you!"

A woman in a long-sleeved shirt walked in, with chestnut hair and brown eyes full of unease: "Master, what's the matter?"

Her husband grabbed her roughly, the woman let out a painful cry, and the man said, "Did you hear anything last night?"

"Uh... nothing but your snoring."

The woman's answer silenced Geralt, who had given up hope, and said, "My advice is to move."

Ignoring the man who became irritable because of this sentence, he turned his head and walked into the arm, carefully observing each finger, and gradually, a guess formed in his mind. He stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't want you to completely move, just go out and stay for two days. A hotel, or your relative's house. I don't care where I am, it's better not to stay here for two days."

"So, what about you, Master?" the woman asked.

Geralt brought a chair and sat down. "I'll just wait here to see if that thing will show up."

"Also, please help me to call in my companion outside, okay?"

The woman immediately said excitedly: "Oh! Is that the gentleman in black robe? I'll go!"

"Hey! What black robe? You crazy woman, come back to me!"

Her grumpy husband yelled behind her, and the woman didn't care at the moment. Two minutes later, an oriental man in a black robe walked into the room, and he greeted Geralt.