Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Strigob took He Shenyan's words as a joke. In order to change the topic, he turned to Geralt and said: "Let's talk about you, old friend. Geralt, what are you doing here? You are still old.

Are you going around killing endangered species in exchange for money? How much did you exchange for this Kikimo? I guess you didn't catch anything, otherwise you wouldn't have come here to try your luck."

"There are really people who won't shed tears until they see the coffin, right?" He looked at Geralt with a teasing smile. The witcher was not angry. He also looked at the red-haired girl picking apples and replied casually:

"No, I didn't expect to meet you here at all. If I remember correctly, you should have lived in a similar tower in Kevir before."

"Ah, that was a long time ago." Strigorb waved his hand, handed a cup of tea to the smiling He Shenyan, and said, "A lot of things happened after that."

"Yes, just like your name. You are now called Master Ibion."

"That's the name of the creator of this tower. He died about two hundred years ago. I feel that since I occupy someone else's residence, even if the owner is dead, I should pay tribute to him in some way.

.You see, most of the locals rely on the sea for their livelihood. You also know that my most useful magic is weather magic. Sometimes I calm the storm, and sometimes I use the wind to drive the cod schools farther away from the coast.

place. I rely on these things to make a living. This is--" he said sadly, "--all I can do."

"What do you mean? And why do you want to change your name?" The demon hunter finally turned around and asked with a frown.

"Destiny has many faces. My destiny is beautiful on the outside, but it hides a terrifying essence. Oh! Her bloody claws have already reached out to me——"

Strigob said in an aria-like tone, and looked up at the sky, acting like a wise man.

"Oh, you haven't changed at all, Strigob. You're still the same." Geralt said sarcastically. He grinned and said: "Do you know that every time you put on such a wise face, it means

When you have a deep expression, what you say are all nonsense?"

"Can't you just talk normally?"

"Why are you so stinging?" the old mage said dissatisfied. He sighed and compromised: "Okay, okay, if this satisfies you."

"I finally got here, hiding incognito. I hid all the way, just to escape from the terrible creature that has been chasing me. But this escape was in vain, the creature has found me. It is very likely that tomorrow

They will come and kill me, but it won’t be the day after tomorrow.”

Geralt turned to He Shenyan and said, "I agree with you now that you are different from them. At least you will make it clear."

"Strigobor, you see, the world is like this." Geralt said, "Those who travel can see all kinds of things, such as two peasant families fighting to the death for a piece of land, and even inviting a passing hunter.

The devil went to kill each other for them. I didn't agree. But the next day, the ground was razed to the ground by the men of the two counts. These people continued the fighting. I walked through the mountains and rivers and saw people being killed.

Hanged from a tree on the roadside, the robbers held a banquet at a wealthy businessman's house, and his wife might have to pour wine for those bastards while turning her back on her dead husband's body with fear."

"This is not over yet, Strigobo. In the slums of the town, a place where you mages never go, you may trip over corpses every step you take. Either killed, starved to death, or cold to death.

Death of illness. I once received a small commission. Twenty girls died in a brothel in one night. Just because they were sick, the boss took advantage of the night to kill them all, and then closed down the business for rectification. On the third day, there was another

It’s open.”

The demon hunter spread his hands and said: "Not to mention that in the palace, people would point their swords against each other. At every banquet, someone might fall down with a blue face and knock over the table. I have long been used to death, so I

Why should I be surprised at your death?",

"What's more, it's still your death."

"Not to mention my death?!" Strigob repeated sarcastically, "I thought we were friends and I was counting on your help."

"Ha." The demon hunter snorted with a smile, and said to He Shenyan: "The last time we met was in the palace of King Idi in Kevir. At that time, I killed the

The two-headed basilisk that had killed thirteen people was about to collect the reward. But this bastard jumped out and had an argument with one of his companions over whether to call me a charlatan, a mindless killer, or a scavenger destroyer.

"In the end, King Idi didn't pay me a penny and kicked me out. I was given twelve hours to leave the palace."

He Shenyan took a sip of tea calmly and commented: "They are indeed true friends."

"Yes, if their hourglass hadn't been broken, I would have timed out. In that case, the king's guards would have come to hunt me down with swords." The witcher said with a smile, but there was no smile at all.

meaning.

He continued to say sarcastically to Strigobo: "Now, you said you expect me to help you. You said there is a monster hunting you, what are you afraid of? Strigobo? Just tell it simply that you are a monster protector.

You have been protecting them, you like them, wouldn't it be nice to make sure that no witcher comes to disturb their peace? Seriously, if you said so, the monster would disembowel you and take out your...

If the black heart eats it, then it is too ungrateful."

Strigorb was silent, and he turned his head. Geralt laughed loudly: "Stop pouting like a ridiculous frog. Tell me what is threatening you, and I'll see what I can do."

"

"Have you ever heard of the 'Curse of the Black Sun'?"

He Shenyan became more energetic and pretended to be listening.

"Of course. But it used to be called 'Mad Etibad Mania'." Geralt turned his head and explained to He Shenyan. He continued: "It is named after the mage who caused the commotion. A dozen people from good families——

Even noble birth - girls were killed or imprisoned in towers because of this. The bastard thought they were possessed by demons, cursed, or polluted by the so-called 'Black Sun'."

He Shenyan said: "It's just a solar eclipse."

The witcher slammed the table hard and said loudly: "Exactly! However, the respectable mage opposite us still firmly believes that this is a curse!"

"No!" Strigob also became excited. He stood up, walked around twice, and retorted loudly: "Etibald is not crazy at all. He deciphered the text on the Dok stone tablet, Wozig

The tombstones in the human tombs and the cat-like customs and legends were investigated, all of which conclusively mentioned this eclipse. The black sun means Lilit - the people in the East still worship under the name of 'Niya'

She - is about to return, and humanity will also face extinction. To welcome Lilit's arrival, we must 'prepare sixty women wearing golden crowns, and they will fill the river valley with blood.'"

"Nonsense," said the witcher, "it doesn't even rhyme. Serious prophecies all rhyme. Everyone knows what Etibald and the Wizards' Council were thinking at the time."

He showed a rare expression of anger, and no longer even considered that the man sitting next to him was also a mage, he fired the map cannon directly at all the mages: "You use the crazy words of a madman to strengthen your authority. In order to break the alliance and destroy

Marriage, in order to overthrow the dynasty. In short, in order to make the strings of those puppets wearing crowns more entangled. How dare you now mention to me this kind of thing that every old storyteller in the market would be ashamed of

prophecy?"

"You can reserve your opinion about Etibad, and you can question his interpretation of the prophecy, but you can't refute the fact that many girls born after the solar eclipse have terrible mutations in their bodies."

"Who says you can't refute it? I've heard it's quite the opposite."

"I went to see an autopsy site once," the mage said worriedly. "Geralt, what we found in the skull and bone marrow is beyond words. It was a kind of red sponge, and all the internal organs were mixed together, and some of them disappeared completely.

All the organs are covered with moving pink-blue cilia. The heart has six atria, two of which have shrunk. How do you explain this?"

"I've seen people with eagle claws and people with wolf fangs. I've seen people with more joints in their hands and feet than normal people, people with more organs than normal people, people with more senses than normal people. These are all the result of your misuse of magic.

." Geralt mocked.

"You have seen all kinds of mutants," the mage raised his head and stood up straight. "How many of them have you killed in exchange for money to maintain your career as a demon hunter? Hmm.

?Some people may have wolf fangs, but at most they can only grin at prostitutes in hotels, but some people have a wolf-like heart in life and are capable of killing even children."

He implicitly sarcastically said: "Those girls born after the eclipse are like this. They show no reservations about their crazy tendencies, and their cruel, aggressive, moody and dissolute behavior has long been known."

"I bet you don't dare to say this to the priest of the goddess Meriteri." Geralt mocked, "What on earth are you talking nonsense to me? You want to ask me how many mutants I have killed, you

Why don't you want to know how many people I have lifted magic and gotten rid of curses? I, a witcher you despise, travel all over the world just to kill terrifying evil beasts and lift those poor people who are unfortunate enough to touch magic items.

Cursed."

He stared at Strigorb closely: "On the other hand, what have you done, great mage?"

Strigorb raised his head, his eyes not on the demon hunter: "We have used powerful spells on this matter. In different temples, we and the priests have cast them. But all attempts will eventually cause those girls to die.

.”

"This just proves you wrong. Oh, you got the body. I guess that's all it took for the autopsy to happen?"

"That's enough, don't look at me like that. You know very well that there are more than one corpse. We initially planned to eliminate them all. We killed a few...and then performed anatomy on them all. One was even vivisectioned.

.”

"Ha," the demon hunter sneered disdainfully from his throat. He could not suppress the anger on his face, which could even be called hatred.

"You sons of bitches, you slander innocent girls, make them homeless, forced to sell their bodies, and maybe die in the wilderness. You will also be hunted, dissected, and experimented on by you. Now you actually dare to condemn them

Slandering the witcher?"

"Oh, Strigobo, you will suffer a lot one day and learn to behave." After saying this, he sat down and said nothing, just staring at Strigobo coldly.

"I don't think this day will come soon," Strigob said sarcastically. "Don't forget, what we do is to protect the people. These mutant girls will drown the whole world in a sea of ​​blood."

"In other words, you wizards are still holding your heads high, thinking that you are flawless. But you certainly can't claim that you have never failed in hunting these so-called 'mutants'?"

"Well," Strigor preached after a long silence, "I'll tell you the truth, even if it does me no good. We do make mistakes - and more than once. It's too difficult to tell them apart. So we

We stopped... 'removing' them and instead isolated them."

"Use your famous tower." The witcher snorted.

"Our tower. But that was another mistake. We underestimated them. There were a lot of mutants who escaped. And then there was a crazy sport among the princes - especially those who were lower in the order and had nothing to do.

, the young prince with nothing to lose - 'Rescue the imprisoned beauties'. Many prisoners broke their necks -"

"As far as I know, the prisoners in the tower died soon, and you helped them."

"This is a lie. But they did quickly lose interest in everything and refuse to eat... The most interesting thing is that they will show their talent for super-sensory abilities when they are about to die. This further proves their mutation."

"Your evidence is getting more and more ridiculous. Is there anything else?"

"Yes. Ms. Sylvena of Narok is an example. We have been unable to get close to her because her power has grown too fast. But very terrible things are happening in Narok today. In addition, the daughter of Evermere

Filgar escaped from the tower with a homemade rope and is now wreaking havoc in North Vilhard. Beniga of Targo was freed by a foolish prince. Now he is locked in a dungeon, blind,

And on the land of Targo, gallows have long become the most common sight. Oh, there are other examples."

"Of course there are examples," the demon hunter said, "such as Yamlak under the rule of Old King Abrad. He contracted tuberculosis and lost all his teeth. He was probably born hundreds of years before the solar eclipse. But

He couldn't sleep unless someone was tortured to death in front of him. He killed all his blood relatives and executed half the hundreds of people in the country in a rage - you know this? When he was young, he had a nickname, "Rough"

Abrad'. Oh, Strigobo, it would be great if a ruler's cruelty could be excused by mutations or curses."

"Listen, Geralt—"

"No. You can't convince me, and you can't make me believe that Etibad is not a murderous madman, so let's go back to the monster that threatens you. You'd better understand that based on what you gave me

First impression, I don't like your story. But I will listen to you clearly."

"Stop, you two." He Shenyan interrupted their quarrel, and his smile had long since disappeared.

"Although I have no intention of interfering with your local mages' crude research and disregard for human life, it is obvious that Mr. Strigobo, you and your colleagues have spent half your life persecuting innocent girls. It is undoubtedly both cruel and stupid."

"And it's meaningless," he concluded.

His words made the old mage turn pale for the first time. Being questioned by someone with powerful magic power was more unacceptable to him than being pointed at and scolded by a hundred demon hunters. He trembled his lips and said: "But

——But, sir, you are also a mage!"

"Yes. But do you know one thing?" A cold smile slowly appeared on He Shenyan's lips, with an undisguised disgust in his eyes: "I can tolerate ignorance, I can tolerate it.

Cruel, I can tolerate those stupid farmers who fill their basements with swords and go out and become robbers every time there is a war, because they are born like this and no one instills in them the ideas that should be changed."

He said slowly: "But you, mages, are different. Mages are different." He repeated it, with anger in his tone for the first time, making Geralt look at him with suspicion: "We have knowledge, so

We should make this world a better place and make the lives of mortals easier. Instead of playing fucking tricks, manipulating kings, and controlling the world - although I understand that you may only be able to make this much in your lifetime. But those ordinary people

People should not and do not deserve to be your playthings."

He stood up, and Geralt realized again that something might be happening.

This time, it might be pretty bad.

He slowly floated off the ground, and the manor with the sound of birds and flowers disappeared in an instant, and they were floating in the boundless sea of ​​stars. Geralt looked at the surrounding scenery in shock and fascination, until He Shenyan said: "Did you see it?

This is the world above us, and this is what mages should do. But unfortunately, you are just a bunch of despicable bugs, and you can't even tell the difference between stupid lies. Strigob, I believe in your heart

Not bad, but you're stupid."

He Shenyan stretched out a hand. Geralt had to admit that it was a slender and white hand, but it was holding a ball of black magic power that frightened him: "For a mage, stupidity means

What, do you understand?"

Strigob was speechless.

He Shenyan said to him indifferently, as if it was not a person but a wooden toy or something else: "For a mage, being stupid means death."

"And from a human perspective, what you did undoubtedly made you more than worthy of death."

After a change, the magic power turned into a bolt of lightning, striking towards Strigob.

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They stood under the tower, and Geralt smacked his lips: "What a pity."

"What?"

"That illusion of his." The demon hunter gestured to the blonde girl's figure and smiled.

He Shenyan rolled his eyes, and they slowly left Bravikan with the donkey.