Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

At that moment, Lina Bordeaux thought she might die in his hands. Unexpectedly, the witcher fell down again after that kind smile. He coughed and blood spilled from his lips and teeth. Lina boldly approached,

The witcher's voice was very slight: "Did you...did you see a horse?"

"Is it maroon?"

"Ah... damn, he should really tell me the effect of this leather armor... Yes, the chestnut mare is very docile."

"I've seen it before on the gravel road in front of the door."

"Okay, very good." Geralt tried his best to speak clearly: "I need you to do a little favor... I haven't asked you what your name is yet. I am Geralt of Rivia, a demon hunter.

.”

"Lena Bordeaux."

The girl's words made the demon hunter's eyes widen. He looked at Lina for a while before looking away and said with a sad smile: "Then why didn't the 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 bottles of potion. Find an orange potion and a pure white, very viscous potion and bring them to me. Okay.

?"

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

The sunlight had become a bit dazzling now, so he simply closed his eyes. The life of the person who had just been taken away gave him some strength temporarily, and he could live for a while. But it was very painful, and every breath was like someone

After stabbing him in the lungs with a knife, Geralt decided that if he was not dead and could go back alive to see He Shenyan, he would scold him - you should give him an instruction manual!

Thinking like this, he touched the leather armor on his body again. Its surface was still hot, and the blood stained before had completely disappeared, as if it was a dream. And what he experienced this night was indeed a nightmare for the demon hunter.

Like a dream, a nightmare.

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

etc.

He suddenly opened his eyes and realized what he had missed.

What did that woman say to herself?

Him?

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

Before the demon hunter could fully digest this question, he heard the sound of horse hooves. He turned his head and looked around, and saw a girl riding his horse and running towards him quickly.

She's quite pretty...and rides a horse well.

While Geralt was thinking wildly, Lina Bordeaux had already arrived beside him. The girl got off her horse, took out the 'Swallow' and 'White Honey' from the saddle bag, and wanted to open the lid and drink it for the witcher.

Geralt quickly waved her hand to stop and said: "Give me the white one first..."

Lina did as she was told. She carefully held up the witcher's head, let him rest on her legs, and poured white honey into him. The effect of the potion was immediate, and the terrifying features on his forehead and face were revealed.

The black blood vessels disappeared immediately, and the girl brought him another swallow to drink. Geralt drank it in small sips to prevent the swallow's weak toxicity from causing secondary damage to his body.

After a while, the effect of the swallow was fully effective. He let out a sigh of relief and motioned to the girl to help him. With Lina's help, he slowly stood up. Geralt said: "Listen

, do you have any statues or anything like that at home?”

Lina frowned and thought about it. She shook her head and said, "No, father... doesn't like statues very much. There is only one statue of the goddess Meriteri in the backyard. Mother said it for a long time before he agreed."

Geralt let out a long sigh from his throat, almost whining: "——What a ghost!"

"What's wrong?" Lina asked cautiously.

"No, it's nothing. Take me there, okay?" Geralt said weakly.

Lina supported him and walked toward the backyard one step at a time.

Frankly speaking, walking on the ruins is not an easy task, but fortunately Lina is very familiar with this place. Even if it has collapsed into ruins, she can still recognize the general structure. They walked around in a full circle before

Arriving in the backyard, Geralt immediately saw the statue of the goddess Meriteri, standing among the ruins.

The morning sun hit her body, but the soles of her feet were in ruins. The carefree girl put on a smile, with vines and cracks all over her body, and she looked fine.

As long as you ignore how such an old statue that could collapse at any time could survive such a collapse, there's really nothing wrong with it.

The witcher's eyes were calm, and he pushed Lina gently to keep her away.

Geralt limped close to the statue, and the pendant on his chest began to vibrate crazily. Without hesitation, he used the Seal of Quen again. Now, the silver sword was no longer in his hand, and all he could rely on were his fists and the Seal.

.

He looked up at the smiling face of the goddess Meriteri. One of her eyes was covered by a vine. The witcher thought, is this why you can't see the tragedy here?

The Seal of Alder was pinched out by him, and the light blue telekinesis exploded with all its strength. The statue collapsed, and a burst of green smoke floated into the sky. Along with the screams of thousands of different voices, a stench spread into the demon hunter's nasal cavity.

, and dissipated after a few seconds. The goddess's head rolled to his feet.

The witcher lowered his head and stared into the single eyes of the goddess Meriteri. He felt a sense of calm. Other than that, there was nothing else.

Lina Bordeaux also stared at the burst of blue smoke, but she felt someone tap her shoulder lightly. She turned around quickly, but saw no one. Only a group of guards rode towards them on horseback along the road not far away.

Come.

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Mallory wiped the cup absentmindedly. He had not seen his sister for four days. He didn't know what she had gone through. But Mallory sincerely hoped that she was still alive.

"Bang bang bang."

Someone knocked on his shop door, and a young man with an old-fashioned mustache walked to the door like a zombie. He opened the door and saw a guard standing outside the door holding a halberd.

"Are you Mallory?"

His voice came dullly from behind the helmet.

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

"Didn't you report to Captain Duncan a few days ago that your sister was missing? She was found and reported by a thief. She has been locked in the house for four days. You'd better be mentally prepared, buddy. She looks like

It's really miserable." The guard patted his shoulder sympathetically, but Mallory had no intention of listening to what he had to say. He had already burst into tears when he learned that Verya was still alive.