Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?
9. Don't be evil (2)
The two walked out of the tavern and started talking in the alley behind.
Geralt crossed his arms, looked into the woman's eyes, and said calmly: "I know why you came here. Renfri Stregobor is dead."
Renfri raised her eyebrows in surprise, and she covered her mouth in a pretentious manner: "Oh! Thank you, thank you! Brave Witcher! You saved me - you don't think I will believe it, do you, White Hair?"
guy?"
She smiled wildly, but the witcher's still calm face gradually made her realize something, and Renfri's smile suddenly disappeared. There was no sadness or joy on that beautiful face, and she just asked lightly: "Really die?"
Already?"
"I saw it with my own eyes."
"Take me to see him. As long as I see him die with my own eyes - then this matter will be over." She said firmly.
Geralt motioned for her to follow him. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the granite tower under the cover of night. Renfri cautiously motioned to the witcher to open the door first. The witcher knew that her six companions had been following behind.
Not far away, I don't know how this woman communicated with them.
But he didn't care, because Strigob was indeed dead.
The witcher opened the door, and the tower was in a mess. Strigorb's cold body was lying on the ground, together with the pots and pans, looking at the top of the tower with wide eyes. Geralt still remembered the lightning, but
He didn't know why the lightning didn't chop Strigorb into charcoal. He Shenyan explained that it was because it was soul lightning. Geralt had never been able to understand the spells of the mages, but now he was quite glad that it was soul lightning.
Otherwise, a charred corpse would not satisfy this woman.
Renfri looked at the body.
She stood there and began to tremble, with hot tears streaming from her eyes. She pulled out the dagger from her waist and strode forward, wanting to do something to Stregob's body. The witcher stretched out a hand to stop her.
She was still cursing Strigorb angrily, and her words were so precise that even the witcher could not help but look at her. She was crying and cursing, and her voice was hoarse. She even wanted to throw the dagger in her hand and poke a hole in Strigorb's body.
.
The dagger made a clanking sound on the ground.
After a few minutes, she slowly calmed down. Geralt let go of her and stepped aside. Renfri knelt on the ground, staring blankly ahead, and said to the witcher: "Do you want to hear a story?
White-haired guy?"
Geralt crossed his arms and hummed.
"You know, don't look at me now, I was once a princess. I had everything, servants who obeyed me, fancy clothes and shoes. Jewelry, jewelry, ponies, goldfish in the pond and dozens of these
Tower. They all belong to me."
"Until that son of a bitch came. Then that lowly Iredia ordered a hunter to kill me in the forest and take my heart and liver back. How cool, isn't it?"
"But you didn't."
"Yes, yes! Because the hunter raped me!"
Geralt lowered his head and fiddled with his wolf head pendant.
"While he was doing business, I stabbed him blindly with a brooch and then started running away."
"This is the end of the princess. Her clothes are tattered and dirty. Then there is dirt, hunger, stench, and abuse. In order to survive, I sold myself to those old tramps, just for
A bowl of soup, or a place to sleep." She continued, without any fluctuation in her tone, as if she was telling someone else's story. Geralt thought that maybe this was really the last life to her.
She touched her hair, pulled off a handful with blood, and handed it to the demon hunter's eyes for him to look at: "You know, white-haired man. My hair used to be like silk, and it was very It was very long. But I couldn't even take a shower. I got lice and I was forced to use a very old pair of wool shears to cut them off. That used to be my pride, but now, my hair is no longer They’re not even in length either.”
She was silent for a moment, trying in vain to push the hair from her forehead. "I stole in order not to starve to death. I killed in order not to be killed. I was locked up in a prison that smelled of urine. I didn't know that they would hang me in the morning. If you want to kill me, you should whip me and let me go. But even so, my stepmother and the old bastard Strigorb are still pursuing me, bringing poisons, assassins, and magic."
"Aredia and Strigobor want to poison you?"
"An apple coated with nightshade. A dwarf saved me with an emetic that made people vomit out all their entrails. I survived."
"Is that one of the seven dwarfs?"
Renfri froze and suddenly laughed.
"Oh," she said, "you know a lot about me. How do you deal with the dwarves? They treat me better than most humans. Stregobor and Iredia hunt me like a wild beast. , until the day I became a hunter. Iredia died on her bed. She was lucky, I didn't have time to get close to her - I prepared a lot for her. It's such a pity."
Geralt was silent. After a while, he asked: "Do you know why Stregobor and the Archduke's wife wanted to kill you?"
Renfeng suddenly straightened up and shouted sternly: "It's so obvious! I am the heir. Iredia's children are just illegitimate children and have no rights at all. That old cousin just wants her children to be in power. !”
"No." The witcher said calmly.
Renfri lowered her head, but only for a moment. Her eyes flashed: "Well, they think I was cursed and polluted in my mother's womb. They think I am..."
"What is it?"
"It's a monster."
"Are you?"
At that moment, she looked helpless, shocked, and extremely sad.
"I don't know, Geralt," she whispered. Then her expression turned serious again, "Bloody hell, how could I know? My fingers bleed when I cut them. I bleed on those days every month. I eat Too much will make my stomach bloated, and being drunk will cause a hangover. I sing when I’m happy, curse when I’m sad, and kill people when I hate them, and I – enough is enough!”
She collapsed on the ground, as if she had lost all her strength, and her tone became numb: "Give him to me, and then I will leave."
"Strigobor once wanted me to kill you." The witcher changed the subject.
"You agreed?"
"I'm not an executioner, Renfri. I kill monsters, but not a poor girl."
Renfri laughed loudly, and her laughter echoed in the cold tower and on Stregob's body: "You, a mutant freak, think I'm pitiful?!"
She stood up, threw the witcher against the stone wall, and shouted in his face: "I don't need your pity! Do you understand? I just want his body! Give him to me!"
Even at this point, Geralt still did not lose his calmness. He just pushed the girl away gently: "He is dead, Renfri, look at his body, he is already dead."
Renfri whispered softly, almost whispering: "Yes, but I didn't kill him with my own hands..."
She raised her head, and her original makeup had faded away. She shed tears and smiled nonchalantly: "It's not bad, right? Anyway, if he dies, my life will never go back to what it was before."
Geralt shook his head. He turned around and was about to leave, but Renfri stopped him. She pulled off her clothes, revealing a spring scene, with tears still hanging on her face. Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were crying: "
Come, witcher. Don't you want to spend the night with me? Anything, gold, me, even someone else's life. Just give me his body."
"I just want this, no matter what, please." She begged.
Geralt sighed, walked forward, closed Renfri's clothes, hugged her, and said softly: "He is dead, Renfri."
The girl finally burst into tears.
----------------------------------------
When they left Blavikan the next day, Strigob's body had been buried and was not damaged. It could be said that after all the bad things he had done, it was a miracle that there was still a whole body.
Renfri disappeared with her people after that night. Geralt didn't know where she was going, and he didn't intend to ask. The witcher just wished her all the best.
He and his new companions rode horses and roamed on the country roads. Geralt also rode his Carrot - every one of his horses was called Carrot, even this tired and thin old horse.
He Shenyan's horse looks different. It has black smooth fur, is tall and strong, and looks very handsome.
Geralt glanced at it calmly and commented: "That's a really good horse."
He Shenyan pretended not to know what he was thinking, and agreed with a faint smile: "Yes."
You'll Also Like
-
Shrek ninth monster in Douluo continent
Chapter 110 7 hours ago -
From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming
Chapter 397 7 hours ago -
Start from Peerless Tang Sect to add some practice
Chapter 81 7 hours ago -
After transmigrating into a phantom butterfly, I will become Douluo's favorite
Chapter 256 7 hours ago -
Dou Po: Get all the memories of Yao Lao at the beginning
Chapter 500 7 hours ago -
Konoha's Uchiha has a monster in his body
Chapter 195 7 hours ago -
Inheritance of the online game Excalibur
Chapter 351 7 hours ago -
Rebirth of a Beggar in Another World
Chapter 397 7 hours ago -
Zombie Summoner of online games
Chapter 338 7 hours ago -
Official wizard
Chapter 777 7 hours ago