Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The man in blue was lying on the ground, his back straightened up, and his eyes were abnormally red, as if someone had dyed his eyeballs with paint. He made a strange sound of "ho ho" from his throat, and pointed his fingers

Gradually twisted, becoming slender and sharp.

Yes, this is normal development.

Now you quickly turn into a monster, kill me or I kill you, one of us will die. Then this matter will be over. The witcher thought nonchalantly, he didn't even bother to wipe the blood on the silver sword.

.

His whole body was sore now. After the adrenaline faded, a wave of intense fatigue swept through his body, not to mention the damn toxins. His internal organs felt like someone was burning them with fire. He had used these potions before, but nothing like this.

Seriously, Geralt had some doubts that it was the leather armor that was the problem. But, that's fair. It doesn't make sense to have more power without paying a price.

He ignored the protest from his arm muscles and raised his sword, intending to kill him. As a result, the man in blue stopped after a convulsion. He opened his mouth wide and spit out a stream of black mist. The disgusting warm smile on his face

Disappeared, and struggled to utter two words: "Statue..."

After saying that, he exploded just like that woman. Fortunately, the witcher had expected it this time. He picked up a continuous Quen shield to block the fragments on the shield. He looked back

The lights here are still bright in the banquet hall. As long as you ignore the blood and minced meat on the floor, you can even sit down and eat some food on the table.

"Yeah, statue...is there something wrong with you? It won't kill you if you finish talking." Geralt muttered to himself, looked at the broken pieces of the man in blue, and said without sincerity.

Apologized: "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you might have died a long time ago."

He walked to the door of the banquet hall and planned to push the door out. As he expected, the door could not be opened again. Geralt simply sat down against the wall, his hands trembling, and he wiped himself

Sweat on forehead.

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home Sweet Home.

Lina Bordeaux stood in front of the dilapidated gate of her former home, the Bordeaux Manor, with a bitter expression. She came alone and left the city at dawn. The morning temperature made her thinly dressed

It was a bit cold, but the shiver she was standing there now had nothing to do with the temperature.

From her point of view, the Bordeaux Manor was dark, and the early morning sunlight seemed to have nothing to do with this land. The manor stood there, like some kind of eternal symbol of darkness. Lina shuddered, and she forced

He moved his gaze away from the bright red tower top and the crow, and slowly advanced into the manor.

As she advanced, the current state of the manor came into view. The pale white walls were mixed with traces of dirt of unknown origin, and the trees and lawns were dead. The glass of the windows was also broken, and they were like the house's

The same eyes were staring at Lina Bordeaux. When the girl looked at them, she felt more and more worried in her heart. An inextricable pessimism strangled her heart tightly, constantly tossing, and she felt heartfelt between sinking and floating.

of fear.

But, she didn't stop.

She just moved forward, and a horse suddenly appeared on her path. As if it couldn't sense the strange atmosphere here, it stood leisurely on the gravel road and waved its tail at the girl.

Lina walked in, and she saw the saddle and bedding on the horse, as well as a sword lying on the right side of the saddle. She boldly touched the horse's head. The chestnut mare lowered her head and used her head

Hitting Lina's palm.

"You are very docile... Ma, but you shouldn't be here. No, your master shouldn't be here." Lina murmured to herself. She looked up at the top of the manor. The dark clouds dispersed and a bunch of

The sun shone down, shining directly on the red brick roof, but disappeared in an instant. It was as if it was deliberately reminding the girl: there is no hope here.

Lina Bordeaux's face turned pale, and she felt like vomiting, exactly the same as when her father got the lantern back more than a year ago. The difference was that she ran away that time. But this time, she didn't.

The girl pulled out the sword on the right side of the saddle. The heavy touch made it almost difficult for her to hold it. Fortunately, although she was a young lady, she was also good at some sports.

Holding this sword, she felt a little courage surge in her heart - in fact, she didn't know why she came here, just like she didn't know why she saw the white-haired demon hunter in her dream.

Lena Bordeaux slowly walked into her home holding Geralt of Rivia's steel sword.

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"destiny!"

"This is our destiny."

Rawls touched his head. He listened to the crazy words of the loudly propagandist and sneered disdainfully. In Rawls Dundry's view, there is nothing in the world that they cannot explain by fate.

of.

You're bankrupt, that's good, that's the destiny chosen by the gods for you.

Your wife had a miscarriage, that was fate too.

If you are stepped on for no reason while walking on the road, that is also one of your fates.

In short, the bad fate lies on the side of the poor, and those rich and powerful men have the right to donate money to the church and receive blessings from the gods - does fate mean nothing to them?

Rawls chuckled, it was his habit. He started laughing like this when he was a child when he killed the neighbor old lady's cat that she depended on for life. His father said that Rawls's smile made his hair stand on end and beat him.

A meal. That time he struck very hard and beat Rawls half to death. So Rawls killed him when he became an adult. He had never seen his mother, which made him feel a little regretful - missing a lovely person.

Killed.

He turned into the alley and came to his hut. Rawls opened the door and was satisfied to see a blindfolded girl tied up and lying on the ground. He chuckled twice, making the girl tremble.

After a while, she made no sound, which made Rawls even more satisfied. Before, she tried to scream, but after she realized that screaming would only result in a harder beating, she stopped screaming.

She learns quickly and is very smart. Her children should be the same.

Rawls's eyes shifted to the girl's belly. He laughed twice more, lit the oil lamp on the table beside him, took out a package from his arms, opened it, sprinkled a little brown powder and poured it on the table.

Sucked it through the nose.

"Ah -" Rawls exhaled like a maniac. The muscles on his ugly face were trembling, veins were bulging on his forehead, and only the whites of his eyes could be seen.

He danced wildly, waving his arms, and fell to the ground covered with straw, squirming like a maggot on the ground. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the girl's ankle, and whispered: "Master

...yes...your birth is unstoppable..."

About ten minutes later, he came back to his senses, with a face full of joy. After putting out the oil lamp, he went out. He contacted the owner again, and the owner even said that he needed his help - Rawls had never been needed by anyone.

.

He lowered his head and quickly left the city, aiming for the Bordeaux Manor outside the city.