Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

There was a yellow light in the witcher's eyes. Like a cat, he lightly stepped on the gravel road leading to the main building of the manor. If the surrounding lawns and trees were not disturbed by this curse, there should be a very good scenery, but unfortunately there is nothing but dead silence. Several crows flew over and circled around Geralt.

He narrowed his eyes, disliking the suggestion very much—crows only do this to dying people, they're scavengers. The witcher snorted coldly, turned a blind eye to them, and continued to move forward.

According to Guilleteau's words, he went around the back of the manor and found a statue of the goddess Meritelli among the dry trees. The statue of her carefree maiden is full of cracks and even vines. Obviously, this is not something that can be done in a year.

The witcher's nose moved, and the poison of the potion brought him closer to the level of a monster, so his senses were also strengthened to a certain extent. He could clearly smell the rancid smell coming from the ground.

Looks like they didn't bury you deep enough, El.

He pinched the gesture of the Alder seal, and the tyrannical psychic power broke out. With the blessing of the potion, it was even higher, and the soil was easily blasted away, revealing a corpse below.

He was already highly decomposed, with bits of rotten flesh hanging between his bones, his eyes were gone, only two swarthy eye sockets remained, staring at the sky, and some bugs crawling around in his wide open mouth. Geralt squeezed out the Igni Seal again, and raging flames spurted out of his hands, giving the corpse a fire treatment.

The rotten meat and worms were burned to charcoal, Geralt added a milder Alder, shook them away, and put a Quinn on himself, and then stretched out his hand and pulled the corpse up.

He looked nothing out of the ordinary, just an ordinary human corpse - Geralt thought, and then, as if to laugh at his thought, the corpse moved in the next second.

El's body was originally laid flat on the ground, but now, his skull turned around, his jaws began to collide, making a rattling sound, and even raised a hand, trying to grab the witcher's trouser legs-- Geralt raised his leg and smashed his head with one foot.

This action of his seemed to anger the evil spirits in the manor. The windows of the manor began to open and close by themselves, and all the glass was shattered in the collision, and those fragments flew towards the witcher in the air. Geralt dodged, dodging a part of the dangerous glass, pinched his fingers into the seal of Quinn, and continued to maintain this posture, a pale yellow shield unfolded in front of him.

In the tinkling sound, the color of Quinn's shield became lighter and lighter. Geralt saw that something was wrong, and immediately took a step to the side, his fingers moved slightly, the seal of Arden appeared on the ground, and the flying glass Immediately slowed down, Geralt avoided them and walked towards the main building of the manor.

He approached the unidentified building itself and took a closer look. The outer wall was originally white, but now some are black, some are yellow, and even some places have turned dark red. It is not difficult to imagine what happened here. Ignoring the cracked outer wall, the glass windows are now all broken, and he can't see anything through the windows. Even if the sun has been covered by dark clouds, it is not dark at this time, and there is still light.

Geralt kicked open the back door of the main building and walked in. A rotten smell immediately entered his nostrils, not a simple stench, but a mixture of other terrible smells, the witcher hoped at that moment. He didn't have a nose, but he still stopped. Quinn's yellow streamer kept spinning on him, and the dragon leather armor also gave him confidence. The witcher went on.

There was nothing to say on the first floor. It might have been glamorous and splendid with visitors, but now there was nothing left—he didn't even see a mouse. It stands to reason that this kind of place will become their playground. Geralt stood at the bottom of the spiral staircase,

He looked up, but his night vision didn't allow him to see what was in the darkness.

The witcher carried the silver sword, intending to figure out the environment on the first floor first. He walked to the right, and a rancid smell that was stronger than before entered his nose. Fortunately, he was mentally prepared and somewhat used to the smell here, but he frowned a little uncomfortably. He looked around and thought this was supposed to be a kitchen or something.

Something so rotten that it could not be seen was left on the thick wooden cutting board, plates were shattered, half of the cupboard door fell to the ground, and Geralt saw several kitchen knives resting on the ceiling.

His eyes stayed on those kitchen knives for a while, then returned to the ground. The witcher moved cautiously, his footsteps so gentle that he made no sound even when he stepped on the shards of the plate.

Passing through the kitchen, he saw that the chandelier in the front hall was lying on the ground, and the stairs on both sides had the same structure as the back hall, but there was a picture hanging in the middle of the stairs in the front hall. It was a woman, without a face, who was deliberately buckled. Lost. In addition, all her details are vivid, whether it is the white temporary arms and neck. The artist's technique is excellent - for some reason, Geralt decided to let the painting go.

He moved on and opened the door on the other side. This was a small reception room. The walls had fallen off, and there was a dry corpse lying among the overturned sofas and coffee tables, with a knife stuck in his chest. Geralt approached slowly, but the corpse suddenly sat up. Only then could Geralt see that she was a woman.

At least before he was alive.

She opened her mouth, bared her teeth, and let out a scream from her throat. Countless worms poured out of her mouth and rushed towards the witcher, but they were completely burned by the flames in mid-air. Their corpses crackled. Half of the fire-lit witcher's face was red, his face was expressionless, and there was nothing but calm in the cat's eyes.

After the worms were burned, he removed Igni, and the body lay back as if she had never sat up before. Geralt didn't eat her, he just chopped off her head with a sword, and by the way added an Igni to burn her to ashes.

"Cough..." The witcher coughed, and he glanced at the glove, where there was a cloud of black blood that he had just coughed up. The poison is too strong. If it is not resolved quickly, I am afraid that he will be poisoned to death before killing the evil spirit.

After making a decision, he no longer hesitated, turned and left the reception room, intending to go directly to the second floor to find out.