Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Lena Bordeaux thought for a moment that she might be dying at his hands, but the witcher fell down after that kind smile, coughing, blood spilling from his lips and teeth. Lina approached boldly, and the witcher's voice was very soft: "Did you... see a horse?"

"Is it maroon?"

"Ah...damn, he really should have told me the effect of this leather armor....Yes, a sorrel mare, very docile."

"I saw it before on the gravel road in front of the door."

"Okay, fine." Geralt tried to make himself clear, "I need a little help from you... Before I asked what your name was, I'm Geralt of Rivia, a witcher. ."

"Lena Bordeaux."

The girl's words made the witcher's eyes widen. He looked at Lena for a long time before he looked away, and said with a miserable smile, "Why didn't the dead old man say that you are such a courageous girl..."

"I want you to help me find the horse and open the saddle bag. You can see some potions in bottles. Get me an orange potion, and a pure white, very viscous potion and bring me here, alright. ?"

The girl nodded and ran away immediately, leaving Geralt alone on the ruins.

The sun has become a bit dazzling now, he simply closed his eyes. The life of the man he just took gave him a little strength temporarily, and he could live for a while. But it was very painful. Every breath felt like someone was stabbing a knife in his lungs. Geralt decided that if he didn't die, if he could go back alive and see He Shenyan, he must scold him—you Anyway, give me a manual!

Thinking like this, he touched the leather armor on his body again, its surface was still hot, and the blood on it before was completely gone, like a fantasy. And what happened that night was indeed like a dream, a nightmare, to the witcher.

He began to recall, from entering the manor, to the woman, the banquet hall... being swallowed by the floor, floating in a dark space watching what happened in the banquet hall... The lantern was destroyed, and he was released...

and many more.

He opened his eyes suddenly, realizing what he had missed.

What was the woman saying to herself?

Him?

And that man...he said statue, what statue?

Before the witcher could fully digest this question, he heard the sound of hooves. He turned his head to see a young girl riding his horse quickly running towards him.

She's pretty...and rides well.

Just as Geralt was thinking about it, Lena Bordeaux was already beside him. The girl dismounted and took out the Swallow and White Honey from the saddle bag. She wanted to open the lid and pour it into the witcher. Geralt quickly waved her to stop and said, "Give me the white one first..."

Lina did as she was told. She carefully lifted the witcher's head, placed him on her legs, and poured him white honey. The effect of the potion was immediate, the terrifying black blood vessels on his forehead and face disappeared immediately, and the girl brought him swallows to drink. Geralt took a small sip, preventing the weak poison of the swallow from causing secondary damage to the body.

After a while, the swallow's effect fully took effect. He let out a comfortable sigh of relief and motioned for the girl to help him. With Lina's support, he slowly stood up. Geralt said, "Listen, do you have any statues or anything in your house?"

Lina frowned and recalled, she shook her head, and said, "No, father... I don't like statues very much. There is only one statue of Goddess Meritelli in the backyard, and it was his mother who said it for a long time before he agreed."

Geralt let out a long sigh, almost whimpering: "—Damn it!"

"What's wrong?" Lena asked cautiously.

"No, nothing, take me there,

okay? ' Geralt said weakly.

Lina supported him and walked towards the backyard with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Frankly speaking, walking on the ruins is not an easy task, but fortunately, Lina is very familiar with the place. Even if it has collapsed into ruins, she can still recognize the general structure. They walked a full circle before they came to the backyard, and Geralt caught sight of the goddess Meritelli, standing among the ruins.

The morning sun hit her, but the soles of her feet were in ruins. The carefree girl made a smile, with vines and cracks all over her body, and it seemed that there was no problem.

As long as you ignore how such an old statue that could crumble on its own survives such a collapse, it's fine.

The witcher's eyes were calm, and he nudged Lena away slightly.

Geralt limped closer to the statue himself, and the pendant on his chest began to vibrate wildly. Without hesitation, he used the Quinn Seal again. Now, the silver sword is not in his hand, and all he can rely on is the fist and the seal.

He looked up at the smiling face of Goddess Meritelli, one of her eyes was covered by a vine, the witcher thought, is that why you can't see the tragedy here?

The Alpha Seal was pinched out by him, and the light blue psychic power burst out with full force, the statue collapsed, a burst of blue smoke floated into the sky, and with the screams of thousands of different voices, a stench entered the demon hunter's nasal cavity. , which dissipated after a few seconds. The head of the goddess gurgled and rolled under his feet.

The witcher bowed his head and looked into the one eye of the goddess Meritelli, and he felt a moment of peace. Other than that, nothing else.

Lena Bordeaux also stared at the puff of smoke, but felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She hurriedly turned around, but saw no one, only a group of guards ran towards them on horseback along the road not far away. Come.

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Mallory wiped his glass in awe. He hadn't seen his sister for four days, and he didn't know what happened to her. But Mallory sincerely wanted her to be alive.

"Bang bang bang."

Someone knocked on the door of his shop, and the young man with the old-fashioned mustache walked to the door like a walking corpse. He opened the door and saw a guard standing outside the door with a halberd in hand.

"Are you Mallory?"

His voice came dully from behind the helmet.

"Yes, it's me. What's the matter?"

"Didn't you report Captain Duncan the other day that your sister was missing? She was found, reported by a thief. She's been locked up in the house for four days, you better prepare yourself, man. She looks It's really appalling." The guard patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, but Mallory was no longer in the mood to listen to what he had to say, and he burst into tears when he learned that Verya was still alive.