Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"Like I said, Geralt, there have been a lot of monsters in the sewers recently. You should really pick up some commissions. This might make your wallet a little easier."

Listening to the advice from the dwarf, Geralt nodded absently.

Triss is a good woman, and the sorceress doesn’t want much. However, Geralt always buys her things every day out of guilt that he said the wrong thing. It seems that in the face of love,

Even witchers can become mentally unstable.

To put it simply, he has no money.

"Okay, Zoltan, I'll think about it. Any other suggestions?"

"I don't have any other suggestions, but I've heard a lot of rumors about the sewers recently. Do you want to hear them?"

"Sure, why not?"

Zoltan Ziva cleared his throat - a month had passed since their last crazy drunken trip, and the official obviously realized that he couldn't get the Tasting Society members to stop drinking, so he simply lifted the ban.

.The tavern has reopened, and the business of "big barrel drinking" is really good.

Dwarves can greet drinkers from all over Vizima in the tavern every day, chat and brag. Therefore, they have many sources of information. As expected, the tavern is the best place to collect intelligence.

.

He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, put on a serious and wise look, and said to Geralt in a deep voice: "First of all, I should introduce you to a respectable lady, Geralt. She is with us.

The locals of Vizima are very respected."

"Ms. Andrea, a sorceress who works for free at San Lepidao Hospital. If you ask me, she is completely different from those sorceresses who smell of damn magic perfume. She doesn't wear low-cut tops.

, and she doesn’t dress herself up in a fancy way. Ms. Andrea basically only wears a black robe.”

Zoltan's voice was full of respect: "This lady has worked at San Lebideo Hospital for three years. During these three years, she has helped many poor people free of charge. She even prevented an outbreak of the Catriona plague.

I would say that our king should set up a memorial for her, such as the Andrea Bridge or a square, to commend her noble character."

Geralt really wanted to tell Zoltan and let him talk about the important points. Dwarves often have no choice in chatting. They can talk about everything from astronomy to geography, from the breasts of prostitutes to the artistic skills of university professors.

Liangzui, it's nice to listen when he's free, but now his main purpose is to find out what's in the sewer...

However, Zoltan's progress has been rapid.

He got to the point right away.

"There is a guy from the Temple District who often comes to my place to drink. Although he lives there, he is not a bad person. He is poor, but his clothes are clean every time he comes here. This guy went to the Holy Temple because of illness some time ago.

Lebidaou Hospital, he was lucky, there was smoke coming out of his butt, it was Ms. Andrea who diagnosed and treated him personally."

"Within a few minutes, his cough and dizziness were cured. This guy of mine thanked the lady profusely and was about to leave when he overheard a conversation between Ms. Andrea and another person."

"What did he hear?" Geralt's interest was piqued, and he had to admit that Zoltan was indeed a very good narrator.

The dwarf shrugged: "I heard the lady yelling at another person, saying that the city government is a bunch of idiots, and the new law promulgated allows 12-year-old girls to get married, which resulted in a large number of people in the Temple of Meriteri.

Abandoned babies. These are sent to the priests. God knows how many are abandoned in orphanages and sewers?"

"You mean, the monster in the sewer might be a corpse baby?" the demon hunter asked cautiously.

"How would I know?"

Zoltan made a vulgar gesture: "I'm not a damn witcher, how do I know so much? This is your profession, Geralt. Besides, let me talk too much. I also think the people in the city government are simply

There's something wrong with your brain. How can a person come up with such a law? Damn, he's just an idiot."

The dwarf also became excited: "Although I know that you humans are not adults until you are fifty-five like us dwarves, but - damn it, twelve years old?"

He shook his head and said nothing more.

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"Ready to go to the sewers, right? Ha, the water ghost hunter is finally going back to his job." He Shenyan teased Geralt with a smile.

He knew early on that Geralt would sooner or later find some particularly difficult commissions due to lack of money. There was no way around it. It was a consensus among people in the world that witchers couldn't save money. You can't ask someone to put his head in his pants.

Those with a belt occupation save all their money, after all, they are likely to go to the bank in the morning and be dead by the afternoon.

When the time comes, who will spend the money?

"Maybe it's not a water ghost this time." Geralt shook his head and sharpened his silver sword. "It's a corpse baby. However, according to Zoltan, I have reason to suspect that there may have been a long time ago in the sewers of Vizima.

Something more terrifying exists."

"More terrifying than those bat-winged demons?"

"You are not qualified to say this." Geralt laughed dumbly for a moment. "I am not the one who tore them into pieces with my bare hands."

He Shenyan put down the book in his hand and put it on the coffee table, then lay back and leaned on the sofa and sighed comfortably.

He and Geralt temporarily rented an apartment in the Vizima Trading District, with the mage paying for it, so that Geralt would not live on the streets. He was kicked out of the house by the angry Triss and is still living in this state.

He failed to get the latter's forgiveness and even complained about it in the tavern. Regarding his behavior, He Shenyan could only say that he deserved it.

...Talking about another woman in another woman's bed, tut. It's a fortune for him to be alive.

"Anyway, Geralt, be careful." He Shenyan leaned on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, his tone vague. "I instinctively feel that nothing good will happen this time..."

"How bad can it be? Can it be worse than the time at the Chateau Bordeaux?"

"Who knows?"

"Then wish me good luck." Geralt nodded to him, cleaned the silver sword, and went out fully armed.

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"Very good, potion, sword oil...well, maybe I should bring some alchemy bombs?"

Walking in the dark sewers, Geralt muttered to himself. When a person makes a commission, he will always say a few words, which can be regarded as a small habit. As mentioned before, Vizima's sewers are built

Located on the ruins of the elven city, this intricate and huge system is simply a living maze.

The witcher bets that even the designer who originally designed Vizima's existing sewer system couldn't figure out how many secret passages there were. You know, gangsters are most interested in underground facilities.

"I hope there won't be any giant corpse babies or anything like that."

Geralt was joking about his own life. His boots stepped on the moss-covered stone bricks, making a slight stepping sound. This time, he was well prepared and seemed calm about the stench that hit his nostrils.

He took some herbal medicine in advance to make his sense of smell easier. The job of the city government required him to remove the "monsters in the sewers". The type was not required, and the price was not mentioned.

This was a good thing for Geralt, because it meant that he could raise the price without hesitation - most people in the city had never seen a water ghost in their lives, let alone a corpse baby with a more terrifying appearance. He estimated that his order should be

Earn four hundred oren.

The silver sword had long been unsheathed. Geralt walked cautiously along the edge. Sewage billowed from the drainage pipe under his feet. The noisy sound covered up the sound of his tiny footsteps.

Corpse babies usually like places without light. If they want to go out to hunt, they usually choose to go out at night. This is why Geralt chooses to enter the sewer at noon, and it is impossible for them to leave the nest at this time.

This also gave him a chance.

He walked straight along the road and encountered the first problem after a certain distance - there were four roads in front of the witcher.

"People often say, 'I'll give you three choices,' but I didn't expect there was a fourth choice today."

Out of intuition and his own preferences, Geralt chose the rightmost road. This road was shorter than the other three. It was built with red bricks to form a circular cave. It was dark and deep, and there was a sound coming from inside.

There was the sound of dripping water. The further inside, the more certain the witcher became that he was in the right place.

There is a peculiar stench of dead babies here.

Most of these creatures are born from the corpses of unburied or abandoned babies, and look like half-rotten embryos. Hatred and evil drive their appearance to become extremely ugly. They are hunters of the Wolf School like Geralt.

Lambert of Demon King once had a famous saying that was specifically used to describe corpse babies.

"Saying that the corpse baby is ugly is like saying that shit tastes bad. Although it is not a lie, it does not fully explain the truth."

Geralt whispered Lambert's words, and the three lavender runes on the silver sword were shining. He could almost smell their stink - and the hatred.

The hatred of abandonment.

The witcher understood this feeling. When he knew that he was abandoned by his parents, he had similar resentment, but as he grew older, he had long forgotten it.

Or is it buried deep in my heart?

Shaking his head, Geralt eliminated this unnecessary emotion from his heart.

He looked upwards, and on the dirty ceiling in the sewer, there were more than a dozen unformed babies hanging, exuding a beast-like stench. They were suspended from the ceiling by their umbilical cords, instinctively

She chose the position where she was still in her mother's belly, curled up and sucking her fingers.

He raised his left hand, and the Igni Seal was ready to go. He originally wanted to directly use his magic power to burn most of them, and then use his silver sword to hit them one by one. However, he heard the sound of unfamiliar footsteps.

What the hell?

The magic dissipated, and Geralt hid silently in the darkness. His dark vision allowed him to see a flicker of fire coming from the passage ahead, and he saw a woman covered in dirt, disheveled hair, and wearing a shabby floor-length dress coming from

Walking slowly from the other side of the sewer.

She didn't light a torch, but she walked happily in such an environment, even humming a song. She didn't carry a weapon, her hands were folded in front of her belly, and she looked elegant. But she was dirtier than a beggar.

The woman came to the corpse babies, raised her head and stared at them, pushed her long hair away from her forehead, her eyes were as gentle as looking at her own children. She called softly: "Come on, children, it's time to eat."

What is she doing?! Is she crazy?!

Geralt looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and almost immediately wanted to save this crazy woman, but the development of things once again exceeded his expectations.

The corpse babies didn't hurt her.

On the contrary, they woke up from their sleep and climbed onto the woman's body with the cold warmth of the dead. She gently took out a knife and cut her arm, blood gurgled out, but the babies did not move, even though they

The same goes for monsters that feed on the blood of pregnant women.

"Eat, kid. It's okay." The woman looked at the corpse closest to her arm with gentle eyes, and raised her other hand to gently stroke its cold and sticky forehead. "Only when you are full can you have strength.

Only then will you be healthy and grow up.”

So the corpse baby stuck out its tongue and started to lick it - then the second one, and then the third one. They swarmed up and licked her carefully. There was no wild beast's rage, no monster's instinct.

Geralt stared blankly at everything in front of him. He didn't know if he had seen it wrong, but he always felt that they seemed to be crying.

I'm either crazy or hallucinating, Geralt thought.

No one in the world will believe what I saw. If I tell Vesemir about this, he will definitely chase me with a sword and throw the monster manual in my face.

I'll copy it again. You'll probably scold me for writing a story that puts my professional knowledge as a witcher to shame.

But the crux of the matter is-Geralt knew very well that he was not hallucinating.

His heartbeat is very gentle, there is no odor in his mouth, and his head is clear. The badge on his chest does not tremble. He has not inhaled hallucinogenic substances, nor has he been led into a hallucination. What does this mean?

This means that everything he saw was real.

The witcher was nearly knocked to the ground by a sense of overwhelming absurdity - real? Is this really possible?

Corpse babies are cursed creatures that feed on the blood of pregnant women. They will crawl out of their nests late at night and head to the nearest pregnant woman's home, driven by a crazy sense of hunger.

They will lurk by the bedside of a pregnant woman, sucking the life force out of her and her baby while she sleeps. The victim will have nightmares for the first few nights, then develop fever, hallucinations, and become increasingly weak.

After a few nights, she will be too weak to protect herself. At this time, the corpse baby will take the initiative to attack, bite into the pregnant woman's body with its sharp long teeth, and drink her blood until both mother and child are dead.

....

This is knowledge written with the blood of countless demon hunters. It is clearly recorded in the library of Kaer Morhen, "Monster Manual, Part 8". The author is Kelis from Milt. He remembers it clearly.

Chu.

After much hesitation, he took a step forward.

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