Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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He Shenyan picked up the mirror from Leland Gaunt, who had been beaten into a puddle of mud. He looked at it and saw that the witcher's situation was not good, but it wasn't bad either. Leland Gaunt just wanted to torture him. Geralt in the mirror was still swinging his sword at this time. In terms of the witcher's physical strength, he was not yet at the limit, but it was not much worse. He fought in that room for a long time against invisible monsters.

He crushed the mirror, and his magic power gently dispelled the magic on it. A flash of white light flashed, and the witcher holding a silver sword jumped out of it. He looked at He Shenyan, and then at the mud on the ground, still holding Holding the sword: "What's the matter?"

"It's hard to explain to you..."

The black-robed mage pointed to the muddy mud and introduced him: "Gunt Odim, the master of the mirror and the man of glass, is also the one who made you fight against the air in that room."

"Air? Oh...damn it."

The witcher glanced at him and put the silver sword back in the scabbard behind him. He adjusted the position of the shoulder straps and said, "Never heard of him."

"You didn't know he was normal, Geralt."

The mage walked to the muddy mud and threw out a flame. The foul-smelling blue smoke filled the entire black room. The witcher frowned in discomfort, but the mage still looked as usual. "This guy is a devil," he said.

"Then I can understand."

The witcher understood immediately.

He had read about demons - people usually call stag-headed monsters or phant monsters as demons. But the real demons have been recorded in the books of mages and witchers, and demons are those who come from other planes or worlds. They can exist in their own form, or possess animals or intelligent creatures. There is a spell to summon demons called "magic conjuration", or "demonology," a spell strictly forbidden by both the cleric and the Warlock Brotherhood. Demons don't seem to be a single species or race, but a general term for a group of creatures that share common characteristics, because each of them is very different from one another.

Only very few demonic invasions have been recorded in history, but all have had very dire consequences.

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, the scenery around them changed again, and they returned to that room in an instant. The black-robed mage looked very relaxed, and sat directly on the businessman's soft sofa.

Geralt had lived a long time, so he could see that the mage had something to say. So the witcher leaned against the wall and folded his chest with his arms, his right foot as a support, and stood leisurely, waiting for the black-robed mage to speak.

"I have seen him."

He Shenyan said.

"That was... when I first started learning magic." The mage lowered his head, and Geralt couldn't see his expression.

"That bastard showed up in a town as a businessman. The town was quiet and everyone was nice. He had a necessities store there. Listen to the name, who came up with it? "

"Anyway... the townspeople have bought what they need from him - what they want most. But the price is their soul, they don't know that. But I know that he carefully A disaster is planned. By the time he thinks the deal should be over, the townspeople will start killing each other and he will take their souls between blood and limbs."

"It was just me, and even though my teachers wouldn't allow me to do it myself, I couldn't just sit back and watch innocent people die. So I did everything I could to stop him... and something else happened."

The mage looked up. The sunlight outside the window only shone on the lower half of his face. Those black eyes were hidden in the darkness. The witcher saw a pair of gems shining in the dark, and heard the mage whisper. : "He read my memory and tried to seduce me...and he almost succeeded,

Geralt. It was only a fraction of a second before I traded my soul and the souls of an entire town for an ethereal possibility. "

The witcher nodded sympathetically, thinking of something else, and said, "Well...I hate being read minds too."

The black-robed mage glanced at him and stood up. He walked past the witcher: "It looks like your commission may be failing, Geralt."

The witcher followed him, ready to leave the house, and when he looked back, the twisted arm was gone.

"It doesn't matter, at least I got half the money."

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For the next two days, Geralt first went to explain to the couple that the evil spirits that had plagued them had been wiped out. He even told the man to put two pots of flowers in front of the door when he got home, saying it was an exorcism ceremony. subsequent part of . But he didn't ask for the remaining half of the money, and the businessman's wife reluctantly bid them farewell, and it was hard to say what she was reluctant to give up.

After that, he took another commission, very simple, to clean up the water ghosts. But also difficult.

Lonely water ghosts are not dangerous, three or five may be a bit tricky, and more than ten need to be very careful. These annoying monsters have bounties all over the world and are usually inexpensive, but people are killed by them every day for food. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Geralt killed more than 20 water ghosts in Novigrad's huge sewers, and the new soft armor became dirty between rolling and dodging again and again. He knew that the money earned from this order was not much, not even enough to pay for the repairs of the armor. Facing the Mage's question, the witcher just shrugged and said, "That's how the world is, why. There aren't that many dangerous monsters waiting for you to kill under the city, and most of the time I just kill water ghosts. And ghouls."

The two walked out of the sewers, and the witcher was carrying a smelly sack full of water ghost heads. He was going to receive the reward. He gave a complicated look to the black-robed mage who was floating the whole time: "At least you are no different from most mages in terms of cleanliness."

"Ah, don't be so mean. Geralt. I'm sure you wouldn't want to run down the sewers if you had a choice. Look at yourself, you stink now."

The witcher said blankly, "Yes, I know."

They made their way through the low shanty towns and threw the heads of water ghosts on the tax collector's table. The tax collector was a very serious-looking man with round-rimmed glasses. Facing the horrific stench in the sack, he actually poured out the heads and started counting them one by one. After counting, he took out a hundred crowns and handed it to Geralt, nodding at him: "It's all here, witcher. Twenty water ghosts, one five crowns, a hundred crowns in total."

The witcher opened the small bag he handed over, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket. In fact, he doesn't really need to take the commission anymore, the gold bar given by the mage is enough for him to spend the winter comfortably in Novigrad - but if you want to do something else, the money can be not enough.

You know what I'm referring to.