Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

He Shenyan is very clear about how a person behaves when he is afraid.

In fact, fear is a very normal thing. When you were a child, you dreaded the dark and sleeping alone, and of course, the horror stories that came out of your father's mouth. As you get older, your fears are not growing taller, being bullied, and failing your homework.

In adulthood, however, fear becomes a specific, even repulsive-sounding word.

responsibility.

poverty.

Work.

Everyone has things they are afraid of, they fear these things and they don't like them. As for the current Gustav, He Shenyan felt that he probably wanted to escape this hellish sewer immediately.

He was about to die. He Shenyan could see this in his face and his trembling legs, he could see it in the back of his hands with bulging veins, he could see it in his rapid breathing. The mage looked at the man in the dark with a smile - one thing he wouldn't say, but he knew.

His bad tastes are only a little more than that of a witcher.

The seven bat-winged demons flew at great speed in the labyrinth-like sewers. Their unique physiological structure allows these terrifying creatures to come and go freely in the dark, and nothing can stop them from hunting - in fact, in the bat-winged demons' keen sense of smell, the stench of corpse babies is simply incomparable. obvious.

They don't even have to look for it, they can find the little things with just a single sniff. In the past, they wouldn't hunt baby corpses, that's not their diet.

But now, they've become self-conscious puppets, with only one task left circling their simple, almond-sized brains.

"Are you afraid, Mr. Gustave?"

He Shenyan asked suddenly. The voice was calm and powerful, and so was Gustav, whose breathing eased a little.

"I'm... afraid, sir, I'm afraid," Gustav admitted, happily. "But I'm more afraid of seeing my sister's cold body than them."

"La Varetti, what a noble name."

He Shenyan suddenly talked about something else, and his tone made Gustav instinctively feel uncomfortable. The word he used to describe the surname 'La Varetti' was 'noble', but his tone was full of sarcasm, even contempt.

"I remember that nobles like you used to say that you swear by your surname. This shows that the surname of nobles is very important to them. Monsieur Gustave, what do you think about La Valédi? Does the last name matter to you?"

"Or, let me put it another way. Do you think it makes you proud?"

...what is this weird question?

Gustav's already confused brain was once again deepened by He Shenyan's question. He leaned against the cold wall of the sewer, smelled the stench, and answered with a pale face: "I don't understand what you mean, gentlemen."

"Your surname stains your status as a veteran. You violated the most basic moral code of people without your knowledge, and you and your sister have a deformity. For that, your sister is crazy It's gone, your father died of a heart attack. Tell me, Mr. Gustave..."

Suddenly, a sense of oppression came. Gustav looked up and found that a pair of blue eyes were shining in the darkness, as dazzling as the debris of stars, but it made his heart almost stop.

"Do you hate it or love it?"

Gustav was silent, he did not answer. And sometimes, silence is an answer.

Geralt watched all this, he didn't know what He Shenyan wanted to do, and why he suddenly brought up such a disturbing topic. Out of an instinct, the witcher's crest began to itch. He felt as if something was about to happen.

Silence ruled the darkness, only the sound of breathing echoed in the passage.

After a while, a bat-winged demon came back, the size of the calf. It flapped its wings and knelt down at the feet of the mage. The fangs-covered mouth opened, and blood poured out of it.

Its body began to twitch, its muscles twitching wildly, like a bullfrog whose head had been chopped off. After a while, it was completely dead. The body began to stiffen, the blue light came on again, and its corpse became a puddle of ash after a few seconds.

"They found your sister, Mr. Gustav." He Shenyan said.

Twelve minutes later, they came to an empty platform. It looked like it was a place reserved for sewer maintenance workers by the elves who built the city at that time, and there were some crates full of cobwebs and cracks. A misty light shone through the cracked bricks atop the platform.

Geralt's good eyesight allowed him to see the elven writing inscribed on the crates, which made him wonder - can ordinary boxes last so long? The craftsmanship of the elves is really amazing.

In the center of this platform lies a woman. Corpse infants lay around her, guarding her like lifeless statues. Above them, the remaining six bat-winged demons were hanging upside down from the ceiling.

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, a burst of dust fell, and the bat-winged demons had disappeared. The corpse lay on the platform with Gustav's unconscious sister, breathing steadily, ignorant of what was about to happen.

Gustav looked at his sister, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Go, Mr. Gustav." He Shenyan said softly behind him. "Go and save her."

Gustav did as he was told, taking the first step, then the second. Stiff knees and immobilized muscles made his walking seem ridiculous. The corpses surrounding his sister made him even more nervous.

Just looking at their blue-purple skin and the umbilical cord that fell to the ground almost made Gustav faint, step five, step six... Gustav was getting closer she.

He called softly, "Anna."

The woman did not answer, and Gustav called again. Still no answer, he began to unconsciously think the worst, and at this moment, the woman he called Anna opened her eyes.

The next second, she started screaming. The corpses opened their eyes one after another, and Geralt shrank his hole. He wanted to rush forward immediately, but He Shenyan stopped him halfway.

"what?"

"Don't worry." The mage shook his head calmly. "let us wait and see."

Gustav had absolutely no idea what they were saying after that. In fact, his brain was blank now, and only the most basic instincts remained.

With a trembling voice he called to his sister: "It's me, Anna, Gustav! Don't you remember?"

The woman still didn't answer, she crawled backwards with both hands and feet, no intimacy of seeing her brother at all, only pure fear. The corpses followed her, the umbilical cord dragging on the ground, leaving a trail of squirming wet trails. They grinned and screamed at Gustav.

"What's the matter? Is she insane?"

Geralt asked He Shenyan, who was standing aside, in a soft voice. He knew that the mage was not the kind of cold-blooded person who would watch innocent people die, so he was very confused by his unhelpful behavior.

"Maybe." He Shenyan nodded noncommittally. "But I'm more inclined to Mr. Gustave not telling us the truth."

"I don't find anything suspicious in his account."

"Me too, Geralt. But I doubt anything, and this Mr. Gustav claims he's retired, but...he's still young. A strong The man who lived in the army was fine, why did he want to retire? He was not injured, and he has won so many honors in the army."

He Shenyan turned his head and gave Geralt a smile: "Also, as far as I know, Vizima is located in the south, full of plains and hills. The scouts in their army can't teach the so-called 'hiding' traces' approach."

"what do you mean......?"

"He may be a spy or something. Of course, I also doubt whether he is. After all, Mr. Gustav's appearance and figure are too conspicuous, which is not suitable for intelligence work."

The witcher quickly ran through Gustav's story in his mind, and this time, he still found nothing suspicious. All the questions raised by He Shenyan have other explanations, and they can be explained. But because of this, Geralt became suspicious.

The whole story is...so perfect.

"Don't come here! Go away! I don't know you at all!"

The woman called Anna screamed and ran away, unlike the calm she had seen Geralt before. Of course, it might also be because she was woken up in her sleep—in short, the reactions of those corpse infants became more intense as her mood fluctuated, and many of them had already arched their backs. .

That was the harbinger of an impending attack.

Gustav clearly understood this, he swallowed, and the words became anxious: "God, Anna, calm them down! It's me! Gustav! Could it be that you really forgot me?"

His voice was loud, and Anna paused, her face filled with doubt: "...Gustav?"

"Yes, Gustave! Gustave la Valédi!"

La Valédi's surname seemed to trigger something, causing the face of the woman called Anna suddenly distorted. She screamed again, this time with hatred in her voice: "La Valédi? Are you not letting me go?!"

what!

He Shenyan clapped his hands happily, he laughed like a child who spent an afternoon solving riddles: "Look, Geralt, I knew it wasn't that simple—oh, to you Get started."

He shrugged in a rather irrelevant attitude: "Those corpse babies seem to be going to pounce on him and eat him."

The witcher rolled his eyes at him - my bad taste? You really don't have a clue!

He pulled out the silver sword, threw the scabbard on the ground, and rushed up like a gust of wind.