Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

A dark cloud gathered over the manor. Geralt saw many trees. It was spring, but their leaves had all fallen off. A dead silence filled the entire manor. The old man was still chattering beside him: "...I tell you, you still have time to run, and I don't think the witchers can do anything about them."

Geralt said suddenly, "What's the matter?"

The old man stopped. He and Geralt looked at the manor not far away and asked, "Are you sure you really want to know?"

"I'm a witcher."

"Okay, okay. A witcher. Hmph, say what you want. If you don't listen to my advice, I'll just wait and collect your corpse..."

The old man continued: "That was a year ago, Bordeaux..." He paused, but said the title again: "...Sir, I bought a magic lantern at an auction in the city, It is very beautiful. It can illuminate half of the sky when placed in the courtyard at night. It is said to be something in the elf ruins. He valued this thing very much and said that he would dedicate it to the king on his birthday. But the lantern came to the manor, Strange things started to happen."

"First, El, who was taking care of the lawn, died. He died on his bed, with excrement and urine flowing, and half of his intestines fell out of his stomach. Mr. Bordeaux asked us to bury him and gave his family a large sum of money. Let's just say he fell on his head - a lawn mower, fell on his head and died, huh, he can't figure it out."

"And then there's Nanna. She was in the laundry room. She died miserably. Let me tell you, the old man has seen many ways to die, and she is the worst kind."

"She also died while sleeping, her throat was cut with a pair of scissors, the coroner said her trachea was torn out, and it's not over, her hands and feet were separated from her body, two weeks After that, the manor's dog trainer found one of her arms in the grass. It was almost rotten. Only then will we be able to bury her."

"And then there started to be a lot of dead people... I was lucky, I didn't feel right at the time, I just ran away. Now I live in a house not far from the Bordeaux estate, which is considered to be showing them. The door, to prevent anyone who doesn't have long eyes to enter and die."

Geralt listened quietly, and when the old man had finished speaking, he asked, "Where's his body?"

"Who?"

"El, the one you were talking about tending the lawn."

"I think... just behind the manor, next to the statue of Goddess Meritelli. Rest in peace, poor El."

"What about the lantern?"

"How do I know? Mr. Bordeaux takes it so seriously that no one but him knows where it is when he is dead."

Geralt nodded, his hand was already on the silver sword, and the witcher said softly, "Mr. Guillealdo, do you smell something?"

Guillermo didn't know why: "What does it taste like?"

"The smell of corpse."

The witcher's voice fell, and he drew his sword on the horse's back, a sword light flashed, and the old man's head fell to the ground, but no blood came out. His head fell straight to the ground, his eyes still looking at Geralt. A few strands of hair on his bald forehead gradually swayed with the breeze. He could no longer speak, but he still made a voice from his throat: "...What's the situation?"

Geralt rolled over and dismounted. He picked up Guillero's head and said to him, "You're dead, don't you understand?"

"You killed me?"

"...No, you're already dead."

The witcher turned his head. He was not shocked when he saw the headless corpse that was still standing. He just said calmly, "Well, my figure is still out of shape."

The witcher turned his head back again, and Guillermo said, "That thing is so wicked, I thought I ran away, but I'm still dead? So how did I live an extra year? I mean,

I can still eat tomorrow? "

Geralt shrugged, it was the first time he had seen such a situation, and Guillealt's head sighed: "Excuse me, witcher, please do it, crush my head and give it to me. Dig a hole and bury me. As for what's going on in this place, leave it alone, go to the city and find Lena Bordeaux, she'll pay you some money, run away before you can."

The witcher raised his head, he looked at the crows all over the manor, their scarlet eyes were all watching the witcher at this time, he said softly: "I see, it's too late."

After he finished speaking, the path behind him disappeared in an instant.

A flame burst out from Geralt's palm, and Guilleroy's head was ignited. He was like a piece of paper, and it was turned to ashes in an instant, and so was his headless body, which stood up and became A pool of ashes fluttered in the air with the breeze.

The witcher patted his horse. He took the crossbow and the alchemy bomb and hung it around his waist. He took out a bottle of evil spirit oil and began to oil his silver sword.

There is a mysterious boundary between the worlds of the dead and the living, and it is easier for the restless evil spirits to cross this boundary than for humans. The witcher will anoint the sword with spirit oil before battling ghosts, ghosts, and all other phantoms. It is the most effective of all oils against such evils. Of course, this oil has no effect on humans and monsters other than evil spirits.

After doing this, he took out a bottle of 'Swallow' potion and poured it on himself. It is a fairly common potion, suitable for use in many occasions, and has no side effects. Taking it is also very suitable for protracted battles.

He took out another bottle of emerald green potion, 'Thunder'. This potion can strengthen the muscles of the demon hunters, thereby increasing the power of sword strikes.

The witchers' potions are poisonous, and even the mildest of them can easily kill ordinary people. Geralt's eyes started to sparkle after drinking two potions - not a good sign, but evidence of a buildup of toxins. At the same time, black blood vessels began to appear on his face, which looked very scary.

"Huh..." The witcher let out a long breath, and it wasn't over yet. The evil spirit in this manor is estimated to be very powerful, and he has no turning back. He pulled out a bottle of Maribor Forest, a potion that greatly increases stamina. After drinking this potion, the witcher can block without fatigue, or cast sigils in succession.

However, everything has two sides. This powerful potion causes mild spasms, and its poison is no small feat. Geralt bent down immediately after drinking, and he let out a dull growl from his throat, and when he raised his head, there were blue veins on his forehead, looking more like a monster than a person.

"...really strong."