Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

Vila was sitting in the house, and Anderson was accompanying her. After the anger subsided, fear enveloped her again. The anger in people's hearts will make them ignore fear for a short time, but in the end, they still have to face reality.

He Shenyan and Geralt came over and stood outside the house. The witcher's expression was extremely serious. He almost looked like he had the words "I want to kill someone" written on his face.

"To be honest, I don't understand. Who on earth would go to all the trouble to kill a scholar? A professor? What good can it do?"

The mage replied: "I don't know, and you don't know either. But we can know."

"...Your speaking style is getting more and more confusing."

"You're welcome." The mage smiled, stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers. As always, a miracle happened again. But this time it was some kind of evil miracle - the dead came back to life.

The man whose throat had been cut stood up, with only the whites of his eyes left, and blue will-o'-the-wisps coming out of the cut in his throat.

The mage calmly asked the corpse: "Who sent you here?"

"Will Kimmel...he sent us..."

The corpse spoke with difficulty, its voice extremely hoarse. Geralt frowned and said: "Will Zimmer?"

"Have you heard of this name?"

"It happened many years ago. I didn't expect he was still alive."

"It sounds like there is a story between you two."

Geralt smiled softly: "If he is involved, then this matter is no longer just Anderson's private matter. It has also become my private matter."

"Care to talk?"

"If I have time, I will tell you this story, but not now." Geralt turned around, opened the door and walked into the villa. Wilya did not cry, but held the hand tightly.

The crossbow looks thoughtful.

Geralt glanced at Anderson, who was sitting next to her, and asked, "Will Zimmer. Have you ever heard of this person?"

Wilya suddenly raised her head, the undisguised hatred in her eyes even startled the demon hunter: "It's him?! It's him! Yes, yes. I should have thought of it a long time ago... This damn thing

Scumbag! I really hope the gods in the sky will strike him to death with lightning! Let his soul wail in hell forever!"

"Calm down, madam." Geralt made a gesture to signal her to calm down. When Vila sat down again, he continued to ask: "Why did he want to kill you?"

"He came to me a year ago and wanted me to publish a book or write a report. Tell people that anesthetic powder is not harmful at all and can even make people stronger... Damn it, does he think I am an idiot?

Is it possible that I don’t know how many people have lost their lives because of the stuff he sold?”

"You refused," Geralt said.

"Of course I refused! So he started to use other methods. Powerful businessmen, some old but still authoritative scholars, and even many officials came to me. They hoped that I could help Will Gilmore

Endorsement." She was shaking with anger, and Geralt understood her feelings.

"It seems that he is angry now." Geralt commented succinctly. He put down the silver sword on his back, picked up the steel sword and prepared to go out.

Anderson stood up: "Where are you going?"

"Go find Will Kimmel."

"But you didn't know he was there."

"You're right, kid. I don't know, but someone does." Geralt didn't realize that his speaking style was gradually moving closer to that of a mage.

"I'm going with you," Anderson said.

"No, boy. You have to stay and protect her. Do you understand?" Geralt said sternly. Anderson had to sit down again. Of course, there was another reason he didn't say. That is Will Zimmer is not a

Easy to deal with.

Among the bastards in the world, if you want to rank them, Will Zimmer should be ranked in the top three. Everything you can imagine, pay attention, is everything. He has basically committed all crimes. And

This mongrel seems incredibly lucky, and he always survives. Even the last time the witcher hunted him for three months.

Geralt walked out of the villa, and the mage was still standing there. However, all the corpses on the ground had disappeared, and there were only a few pools of remaining ashes to prove that they once existed in the world.

The mage glanced at him: "Are you going to kill someone?"

Geralt pursed his lips tightly: "As much as I hate to admit it,... yes. Will Kimmo, he must die."

"Do you mind if I go with you?"

"As long as you don't take away all the fun..." Geralt grinned.

"Haha..." He Shenyan also laughed, and he threw three protective magic circles on the villa. A malicious perception, anyone who comes with malicious intent will immediately be chopped into charcoal by lightning falling from the sky. A spell

Counterattack, prevent mages who may or may not come, and let their spells act directly on themselves. The last one is impregnable, greatly improving the protection ability of this villa in a short period of time.

Of course, considering the magic power of the mage, this short time can be appropriately lengthened.

They walked all the way out of the trade area and came to the temple area. This dark corner was no different from those in other cities, just a little more cruel. Every corner was inhabited by beggars, suspicious characters, glaring poor people and frustrated people.

The human race, of course, and those "ladies" standing on the street corners in front of some shops with ambiguous signboards.

Brutal violence happens here every night, but never more violent than tonight.

Geralt burrowed into the alley. He seemed more familiar with this place than his own home: "This trick has been tried and true. As long as you burrow into the alley, you will definitely find what you want to know."

"I have reservations about this." He Shenyan followed him. He seemed to be walking, but in fact he was floating. His feet did not touch the dirty ground. The mage turned a blind eye to the smelly environment here.

He even had the time to pay attention to some poor people whining in the cold wind on the street corner, and threw a few healing spells at them.

Geralt walked in front. He knew nothing, and explained to the mage why he had such a hatred for Will Zimmer: "That was seven years ago. I met him outside the city of Maribor.

He led a group of people to rob a caravan, that poor man - may he rest in peace. I don't want to describe the circumstances of his death, but I still remember the way he died. And his wife...

.”

"His wife was also hung on the tree without any trace of her hair. His young daughter...forgive me for not being able to continue."

The mage nodded slightly: "Antisocial element."