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"Although I'd love for you to start your research now—" The witcher shrugged, walking down the road clutching the donkey's reins. "—but I'm afraid I'll have to deal with this Kikimo first."

"Well, Kikimo..." He Shenyan looked at this huge spider-like monster with interest. Its dark brown carapace had a rough surface, one of its four long legs was missing, and its back was covered with two rows of spikes. .

"What? You're also interested in it. But I'm afraid I'll have to take this thing to the local mage's tower and let him see it," said the witcher casually.

"I'm not interested in it. Frankly speaking, I think this ugly monster should be exterminated." He Shenyan's words made the witcher look back at him in amazement, and he said, "Kikimo is Ugly, but there aren't none that are uglier than them. I don't think you have the time to kill them all one by one."

"Why, are you serious?" He Shenyan said with a smile, he followed behind the witcher with his hands behind his back.

"Mages don't usually joke around," Geralt said.

"Well, like I said, I'm different."

Geralt was noncommittal.

They came all the way to the granite tower, where a large door knocker in the shape of a flat bulging fish head hung from a grey and white wooden door decorated with rose-colored patterns. With a copper ring in its mouth full of sharp teeth, Geralt silently gave a low score to the taste of this master Irion he had never met. He stepped forward and said, "Is Master Ilion at home?"

The fish head moved its jaws full of sharp teeth after half a sound, spewed a stream of water vapor, and said in a dull voice: "Master Irion is not here now... Wait! Wait! You! who is it?!"

Fish Head's eyes suddenly moved, staring at the black-robed man standing behind the witcher.

He Shenyan responded with an innocent smile, and he looked at Geralt inquiringly. The witcher turned in annoyance, intending to leave the inexplicable tower, leaving the fish head behind.

A completely different voice suddenly spit out of Yutou's mouth: "Stop for a moment! Please turn around! Aha, it's actually you, Geralt! Who is your Excellency beside you?"

Geralt glanced at He Shenyan and decided to let him introduce himself. He made a gesture of invitation, He Shenyan smiled, he didn't speak, just stood there and snapped his fingers.

So, the door opened by itself, and behind the door was thick darkness. He Shenyan gave Geralt a gesture of invitation. The witcher couldn't figure out if it was the two mages competing, but he was more concerned about whether the Kikimo could be exchanged for some money. Gold bars can't be used in taverns. Then you have to go to the dwarf bank in the big city and exchange it for coins.

The fish head let out a short whimper and disappeared in a puff of blue smoke. Geralt led the donkey and walked into the dark tower with He Shenyan. In an instant, a whole new landscape appeared in front of them.

The orchard is full of white and pink flowers and smells of rain. Colorful rainbows split the sky in half and connect the lush tree canopy with the blue mountains in the distance. This suave hut sits in the middle of the orchard, surrounded by thick hollyhocks. Geralt looked down and found himself standing among knee-deep thyme bushes.

He Shenyan said in a critic's tone: "Pass."

"what does that mean?"

"It means that he's good at this kind of low-level illusion, at least he's not a liar who can only do two-handed tricks. Even if I check the goods for you, no thanks."

Well, while he himself says he's a special mage, they're no different when it comes to arrogance. Geralt thought to himself.

A voice said, "Oh! How are you... Forget it, it's okay. Your Excellency! Please come here! I've got a drink ready! Right in front of the house!"

They went into the orchard,

Walk through the woods. Geralt's keen senses made him notice movement on his left, and he turned his head to see a naked blond girl walking among the bushes with a basket full of apples. The witcher looked seriously at the girl's back, staring at her incessantly. He Shenyan said lightly beside him: "Don't look at it, that's a scarecrow."

"what?"

"It's just an illusion, my friend."

The witcher assured himself that no matter what happened next, he wouldn't be surprised again.

"It's finally here, hello! Your Excellency! And you, Geralt, my old friend."

"Stregob!" Geralt was still startled.

In his long life he had seen thieves like councillors, councillors like beggars, whores like princesses, princesses like cows and kings like thieves. But Stregob always - by whatever standards and concepts - looks like a mage. He was tall and thin, with a bit of a hunched back. He has extremely bushy brown eyebrows and a long hooked nose, and he always wears a black robe that drags to the ground, which has not changed even today, after a few years.

The sleeves of the robe are exaggeratedly wide, and in his hand he is holding a long staff with crystals on the top. All the wizards Geralt knew were different from Strigob, but the surprising fact was: he was a real wizard.

They came to the porch surrounded by hollyhocks and took their seats on wicker chairs at a white marble table. The blond girl with the apple basket stepped forward, smiled, then turned around, and walked towards the orchard with her waist lightly dangling. Geralt was still staring at her.

"Your Excellency, there is a loss of welcome, and a loss of welcome. I wonder what you are doing here?" Strigob's enthusiastic attitude made Geralt realize something. He did not rush to talk about his Kikimo, but silently Silently watched the blondes who continued to pick apples in the flower field, and listened to their conversation.

"It's nothing, I'm just walking around."

"I understand, I understand. Someone as powerful as you must have a purpose. Old Strigob is just a second-rate mage."

"Ha!" He Shenyan let out a loud laugh.

Pointing at the blonde girl, he said, "That's not something a second-rate wizard can do, Mr. Strigob. Don't be tempted, don't be too humble, just talk to me normally. I'm not the kind of person who despises everything when you have power. man. As you can see, I'm in this—"

He snapped his fingers, and the girl turned into a redhead in a black leather jacket, with fiery red lips, and a face more beautiful than any princess Geralt had ever seen, not to mention her figure. Just when both Strigob and Geralt's eyes went straight, they heard He Shenyan say, "--It's also quite involved."

Stregob forced himself to come to his senses, and he said dryly, "Well, your Excellency, please forgive me. But you—you, how did you do it?"

He Shenyan looked at the old man and said softly, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."