Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

After He Shenyan proved that he was fully capable of carrying out the grass trial, what he needed now was a witcher apprentice and the materials of 'green grass'. Forktail Spinal Fluid, Flying Lion Venom Gland, Tongue of Albino Vampire, Oyster, Psyllium Longifolia, Datura Root.

The latter three can be found in Kermorhan's basement, but the first three are more difficult to find.

Fork-tailed dragons are dragon-like creatures named for the long, pointed protrusions at the end of their tails. Even oak shields can be split in half when struck by their tails—not to mention the shield-holding hand. Although its name may only sound like a tableware, the general outcome of its battle is not a dinner feast, and it may well end in death.

There are few descriptions of the flying lion monsters. They have "double horns on the head", "flesh wings on the sides of the body", and "lion's side hair". The descriptions are very general, and they don't even mention where to look for them. The vampire banshee is very detailed, so detailed that He Shenyan even thinks the author of this book has something to do with them.

The Vampire Banshee is an agile humanoid vampire monster, a creature that appeared after the celestial sphere rendezvous, an intruder in our world. She looked like a beautiful woman in a cloak, who haunted the ruins. With pale skin and dark hair, they are sullen and beautiful, but they are deadly when attacked—they are extremely agile and emit a dizzying shriek. She usually finds victims to be lovers and a constant source of supplies.

Vampire banshees are fairly rare creatures. They are rarely found in caves and caves where most monsters haunt, but instead wander among deserted towns and ruins. Many vampire banshees live at some distance from the crowds, as they are quite mindful of their own safety and prefer to nest in places where they will not be attacked.

There are even habits.

He Shenyan closed the book with a strange expression. He didn't care who wrote the book, and he didn't bother to care how he knew about these things. The black-robed mage just wanted to find the materials he needed and start experimenting. His curiosity could no longer be suppressed. He had a hunch that he might be able to improve the formula of 'green grass' and add something else to it.

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Geralt couldn't sit still on the third day after He Shenyan left. He had read all the bulletin boards in the city, and there was not a single request about the witcher - it was all about dog hunting and lost and found stuff. Things, he can't really come to the door with two swords on his back and offer himself: Hello, I'm a witcher, is it the dog you lost?

He plans to go out for a walk around the city.

Like most cities, Rivia's towering walls are surrounded by farmland, and several villages large and small sit nearby. Geralt rode his 'radish' to the nearest one. This village is neither big nor small. There is a sheep pen at the head of the village, and some chickens are raised in it. Many people who came and went looked at this hooded man with vigilant eyes.

Geralt wasn't in the mood to take their eyes off of them, he just walked over to the bulletin board to see if he could try his luck—he was lucky.

Among the piles of signs like 'My rake is broken' and 'The cart needs repair', a relatively new one caught his eye.

"You need someone with guts, or maybe you're a witcher, that's the best. Anyway, if you think you're up to the job, come to Balls Manor quickly."

It was very general, neither what happened nor what happened to him. And this Balls Manor...

Geralt recalled a manor he had glimpsed not far from the city when he was out of town, and it was only a glimpse that made him deeply impressed by the manor - without him, the place was too desolate.

The lawn is left unattended,

Large tracts of farmland were withered, and there were no signs of being inhabited. Pedestrians didn't even want to approach the road. Crows lingered on the red roof of the main building of the manor.

Will it be there?

The witcher turned his head and glanced at the villagers. He didn't think they would be kind enough to show him the way. He simply planned to turn around and go back to find out. He saw a sign on a path not far from the manor. The spider spun a web behind the sign, and the handwriting was blurred, but he could still recognize it. It was the five words 'Polls Manor'.

The witcher glanced up again at the magnificent but desolate and dilapidated manor. He rode slowly forward, his hooves raising a pile of dust behind him.

Just as soon as he entered, he felt a sense of ominous lingering in his heart. As if he was cursed just by entering this land, using that road as the dividing line, the witcher found that the ground had even changed color, no longer the color of dirt, but a charred black. His face under the hood became serious.

He continued to walk forward, and a voice stopped him: "Hey! You, stop!"

Geralt rode his horse and turned his head. A bald old man with a wooden stick in his hand stopped him. The old man approached a little. He squinted and double-checked before asking, "You... . are you alive?"

Geralt nodded.

The old man was not at ease, he walked in again, and then he felt relieved. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained, "What are you doing here when you have nothing to do? Hurry up and leave!"

"I saw a notice..."

"Ah, I know. The notice from Balls Manor! Listen to my advice, young man, you have a long life, get out of here. Seven people took this commission before you, and they all died. I I haven't counted the Poles family with you, all the thirteen members of their family died here."

Geralt lowered his hood.

"I'm a witcher."

The old man's stick fell to the ground. He looked at the cat's eyes and closed his eyes to pray: "This makes sense, a witcher..."

The old man said, "I'm their housekeeper, Guillermo. I've been the only one living here since the Perls family died, and their youngest daughter ran away and took the money and put up the notice, It has been more than a year, and not only has this matter not been resolved, but more people have died."

"You don't seem very sad about their deaths."

"Of course! What am I doing sad? If I hadn't owed Bordeaux, how could I have run to be their housekeeper? Although he was treated well, I did well afterwards, and I didn't plan to leave."

"You are very talkative."

The old man rolled his eyes: "I haven't spoken to anyone for more than a year. I finally caught you, the unlucky bastard. If I don't talk to you, will it be possible to talk to your horse when you die?"