Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"What?"

"Sociopath... it's a noun. You see, Geralt. People commit crimes just for money. A few commit crimes impulsively. But the vast majority do it for money, right?"

"Yes."

"But sociopaths are different. They just want to see other people shed blood and tears. The more miserable others are, the happier they are. They are born like this."

"Your description is spot on...Will Kimmel is such a bastard."

"Back to the topic, what next?"

"I saved the caravan owner's daughter, but she was dead. Those bastards gave her an overdose of narcotic powder, and she was... God, I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, she fell down

She wouldn't be able to walk for half her life. She was even five years old. I gave her to the priests of the Temple of Meriteri, and she died three days later. I paid for her burial."

"That's when...I swore I was going to catch Will Kimmel. I was going to make this bastard go to hell and confess to other people."

"And you didn't succeed."

"Yes, because he bribed the mayor of Maribo with money. The bastard who saw the money let him out of the city. I searched for him in Maribo for three months and couldn't find him. But today... today.

"

He turned around, his cat eyes shining brightly in the darkness, and his pale face was flushed for the first time. Excitement, anger, and desire for revenge intertwined on his face: "I began to believe in fate, He. If he

If you really want to die, you must die in my hands, and it must be today!"

"Has anyone ever said that you have a very chivalrous heart?"

"Now is not the time to make fun of me..."

"No, I'm serious. Geralt. There are few people who have experienced so many dark sides of human nature like you and are still willing to fight for the few good sides. In this regard, you are better than me.

therefore..."

"So what?"

"You'd better get out of the way."

The mage gently reminded Geralt, but Geralt's hair stood on end. He immediately turned around to avoid it, and a black lightning flashed past, hitting the place where he had just stood. The mage looked at the dark place with an expressionless face, where he stood.

There was a black-robed mage, his old and skinny fingers stretched out from the sleeves of his black robe, with disgusting wrinkles.

"Mage?" Geralt asked.

"Yes, it seems that your old friends have some new friends. But... he may not know that you also have a new friend." The mage stretched out his hand and pointed in the distance, and a light suddenly lit up in the originally dark sky.

, even lit up half of the sky. Countless people looked up at this miraculous scene, and many believers of gods even knelt down and began to pray on the spot.

The light became brighter and brighter, shining on the old black-robed mage. He felt deeply trembling, but could not move at all. He Shenyan and Geralt walked past him, and the witcher looked at him

With his face slowly melting, he commented: "Sometimes you really make me shudder."

"I see you are enjoying it."

"Do I look like someone who would take pleasure in someone else's tragic death?"

"It's very similar, Geralt. And..." The mage looked back and saw that the melted man did not scream. His flesh and blood gradually turned into a pool of black substance: "He is not really a human being.

Already."

"Are you describing or metaphorizing?"

The mage answered the question incorrectly: "The new friends your old friends have made may be a little strange, Geralt. Be mentally prepared."

"I don't think any scene can scare me."

"What you'll see...the scenes associated with them are usually not very pretty."

They continued to walk through the alley. Geralt originally planned to find someone to ask. But it seemed unnecessary now. The mage already knew all the information from the melted guy's mind. He was leading Geralt in a certain direction quickly.

Go.

The dark alleys in the Temple District extend in all directions, but most of them lead to a common place, the San Lebioda Hospital, which is the only place of comfort for the local poor and victims. Geralt does not want to believe that such a hospital is named after a saint and

The hospital that has had an excellent reputation over the years will become Will Kimmo's home base. But when they walked to the door of the hospital, he drew his sword.

Countless demented poor people or beggars sat on their knees around San Lebioda Hospital, guarding the hospital. Under night, there was no light in the windows of this hospital, and the doctors and nurses who used to be busy were busy.

They were all hung on the surrounding trees, their silent bodies and speechless faces staring at He Shenyan and Geralt.

There was a silent scream.

The ragged people stood up unsteadily and stretched out their skinny arms and walked towards them. They didn't even look like humans anymore, but something specious. Geralt felt shuddering for the first time in his life.

.

He even wanted to escape.

The mage stood beside him, his tone as calm as ever: "I told you, the scene won't be too pretty, Geralt."

Geralt's teeth were trembling. He had never seen anything like this before. No matter how strong the monsters he faced in the past were, they could never confuse the minds of so many people and turn them into such walking zombies. He said: "This

What is...?"

For the first time, the mage's face showed seriousness: "This is 'them'. Have you ever thought about it, Geralt. When you are staring into the abyss...the abyss is also staring at you? People have been living with sin and pain all year round.

...And some creatures that feed on this will cast their concerned glances in the darkness. Some are powerful and will even stretch out their tentacles to touch these people who are suffering in sin."

"They will suffer, they will scream, they will suffocate. But in the end, they will become nothingness."

"nothingness?"

"Yes, Geralt. Nothingness." The mage pointed at the man closest to them, and Geralt suddenly realized what he was referring to. The man's human part had all disappeared, and he might still be wearing

The clothes he wore when he was alive, but his face - his face no longer had the fluctuations of expression it had when he was a human being, but was dull, a void and dead silence with nothing left.

"They were eaten up...all that's left here is the shell."

The mage said pitifully. He snapped his fingers, and a huge amount of magic burst out from his body, and the people who were swept began to burn on their own. Their bodies, like the previous mage, slowly turned into some kind of black

The substance was thick and even bubbling.

Geralt suddenly felt nauseous. He Shenyan noticed that his breathing was getting faster and faster, and patted his shoulder. A burst of magic power was injected into him, making him wake up.

The Master said: "Now, we have eaten the appetizer. It depends on what main course your old friend will serve."