Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

At three o'clock in the morning, he arrived at Hubert's house. This double-storey house was located on Oatland Avenue. The interior was beautifully decorated, and the port and sea could be seen through the windows. He Shenyan walked straight down to the basement and casually opened the door.

Protective magic placed by vampires on basement doorways.

The place was dark and humid, and the wooden shelves on the walls were filled with all kinds of human organs. There were so many types and numbers that He Shenyan even regretted not torturing it for a while longer.

He is indeed not so impulsive at ordinary times, and his attitude towards non-human creatures is considered peaceful among mages. But when dealing with such things, he is too lazy to be reasonable.

There were four female corpses in the corner of the basement, all of which had their abdomens hollowed out. The blood seemed to have drained away. They looked at the ceiling of the basement with dull eyes. One of the youngest even looked like he was only in his teens.

, the childish look on his face still remains.

"Alas..." The black-robed mage let out a long sigh.

The flame emerged in his palm, lighting up the dark basement. The four corpses burned slowly in the flames, and their illusory souls emerged from the corpses, with expressions of confusion and pain gradually dissipating. He Shenyan left.

He stepped forward, picked up their ashes bit by bit, and carefully and patiently put them into a box he had just made, making sure not to miss any bit.

After hesitating for a moment, he said: "...May the goddess Meriteri bless your souls."

Then, he walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a beautiful diary inside. He didn't even want to open it. Reading what the vampire had done was disgusting enough, and he didn't want to read it a second time.

Then he spread it out, threw it on the table, and left.

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"Oh my God! He looks terrible!"

"Who says it's not..."

"Hey! Jerry! Come back here! What's going on here, kid? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"

The noisy voices of people kept ringing at the entrance of the alley, and the corpse collector shouted in annoyance: "For the sake of the gods! Can you all disperse and do your own thing? Hasn't anyone taught you to respect the dead?"

"

His angry voice finally caused the people to disperse, at least the discussion was no longer so loud. The body collector used a shovel to break the man's body into three parts and put them on his cart little by little. He does this job

Over the years, I have seen at least 10,000 corpses, but it is rare to see such a tragic death.

He muttered in his heart, it was probably some lunatic who did it... maybe it was one of those mutant bastards, damn. I just saw one on the street yesterday, so unlucky.

Although he was thinking wildly, his work was not slow at all, and he quickly collected the body and sent it to the coroner.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the coroner saw this man's face, he turned pale and backed away. He pointed at the mutilated body and asked: "You...where did you find him?"

The body collector didn't know why, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing. So he said, "Sir...this has nothing to do with me."

"I...who said it had something to do with you? Tell me where you found it!" The coroner was almost carried away by this idiot in anger. After getting the answer, he immediately reported it to the guard. That afternoon,

The people from the Chamber of Commerce got the news of the death of the young and promising coroner Hubert. They immediately sent people to clear out Hubert's belongings, taking as much as they could. Two guys opened the door to the basement, and they issued a message.

There was a scream.

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Geralt carefully observed the mess in the room. The man next to him was anxiously stroking his own hair, which was already sparse, as if he wanted to make it thinner.

The witcher, who felt a little disturbed, glanced at him and said, "Can you be quiet for a while?"

"Who?...Oh, me? Okay, okay." It took the man a while to realize that he was talking about himself, and he immediately became quiet.

Geralt looked at the messy living room again. Clothes and various dishes were thrown all over the floor. In the mess lay a twisted, black and ferocious arm. A large amount of blood was spattered throughout the living room, from the ceiling.

When he reached the floor, the amount of bleeding was so heavy that he even suspected that five people had died here.

But, apart from that, there is nothing.

There were no footprints, no smell, no signs of fighting, just an arm that appeared out of thin air and a lot of blood.

The witcher, who was wearing a brand new set of studded soft armor, sighed. He rarely encountered such difficult things, and there were so few clues. He loosened the strap on his shoulder so that he could hold it at any time.

The silver sword behind his back then asked the man: "Tell me the details."

The man cried sadly: "I've already said it! Master! When I woke up this morning, I saw these things in my house. It almost scared me to death! I didn't dare to report it to the guards. My wife said I had to hire you demon hunters.

Come on, I searched for a long time before I found you."

"Well, you did say that. Didn't you hear anything in the middle of the night?"

"I'm a bad sleeper, Master, but you can ask my wife."

After saying this, the man shouted out of the house: "Aurilla! Come in! Hurry! The master witcher has something to ask you!"

A woman wearing a long-sleeved shirt walked in, with chestnut hair and brown eyes full of anxiety: "Master...Master, what can I do?"

Her husband pulled her roughly, and the woman let out a cry of pain. The man said, "Did you hear anything last night?"

"Uh...nothing but your snoring."

The woman's answer silenced Geralt, who had no hope at all. He said: "My suggestion is to move away."

Ignoring the man who became irritable because of these words, he turned his head and walked into the arm, carefully observing every finger. Gradually, a guess formed in his heart. He stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "

I’m not asking you to move completely, just stay in a hotel or your relative’s home for two days. I don’t care where you are, it’s best not to stay here these two days.”

"Well, what about you, Master?" the woman asked.

Geralt brought a chair and he sat down: "I'll wait here to see if that thing will appear."

"Also, please help me call in my companion who is outside, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the woman immediately said excitedly: "Oh! Is that the gentleman in black robe? I'll go!"

"Hey! What's the black robe? You crazy bitch, come back here!"

Her irritable husband shouted behind her, but the woman didn't care at all. Two minutes later, an oriental man in black robes walked into the room, and he greeted Geralt.