Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The sword blade sliced ​​through the air, and the sound of it breaking through the air was extremely pleasant to Geralt's ears. He liked this sound, but he liked another sound even more.

That's the sound of steel cutting through flesh.

The first corpse baby was completely cut open by him. The runes on the silver sword played their due role. Together with the curse oil that had been prepared early in the morning, this silver sword, which was not very outstanding, played its due role.

Extremely terrifying power. The skin of the corpse infants was burned by the silver sword and hissed, and the rotten bones and flesh were burned red in an instant.

But it didn't feel very good. If Geralt said it, it felt like cutting off cowhide boots. It felt quite hard and very thick.

"Go to the back, Mr. Gustave, and we'll deal with your business later - by the way, I don't know -"

Geralt even thought of interjecting. He dodged the flying attack of a corpse baby while speaking: "——Are you lying? If so, then your acting skills are really great."

Gustav hid behind him with a pale face, not wanting to talk to him. He watched the witcher kill all the corpse babies in three minutes, like chopping melons and vegetables, while the woman was still there.

Screaming, she huddled in the corner, shivering.

Geralt waved the silver sword in disgust, letting blood spill from the sword. He felt sorry for the woman, but he didn't like the sound of her screaming.

But that was a natural reaction, like it was going to rain... so Geralt said nothing.

"Come on, it's your turn, Mr. Gustave."

He Shenyan appeared behind him at some point and patted his shoulder with his hand. This familiar scene made Gustave's blood almost freeze. He turned around and looked at the oriental man's radiant

With blue-lighted black eyes, fear came to mind again.

"A few hours ago you told us a wonderful story, and now I want to hear an even better one."

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Gustave's name has not changed, he is still called Gustave La Valetti. But his identity is different. He is no longer Anna's brother, but her...seller.

——To be honest, this title actually surprised Geralt.

As we all know, slavery was abolished hundreds of years ago. First, because people could not even support themselves, and it was impossible to have money to raise slaves. Second, the world was very uneven at that time, and every five

One of the newborns may be a born spell caster. There are many records in history where slave owners were killed by lightning or fireballs...

Coupled with the spread of the belief in the goddess Melitelli, this belief in the goddess who hopes people will move toward truth, goodness and beauty without asking for anything in return soon became popular among the entire human community and even around the world. In some places with strict social customs, let alone stealing

Yes, even swearing will be regarded as a person of low moral character.

There are still people these days who think they can be other people’s masters?

Geralt's mind was a little confused. The sincerity shown by Gustav before made him instinctively feel that something was wrong. Doesn't this make sense? He acted flawlessly...

Compared with the demon hunter's head full of questions, He Shenyan was much calmer. Well, actually not that calm. He didn't use Gustave's mind reading, nor did he look through his memory. At least not yet,

So this kind of plot where he peeled off the cocoon and discovered the completely opposite truth made him feel quite...

strangeness.

So this is what it's like to be a mortal? The mage thought to himself.

At this moment, Gustav was sitting on the ground with a pale face, speaking a series of facts very quickly - this was not the first time he had done this kind of thing, this was a quite large human trafficking organization.

They sell from the south to the north, and from the north to the south. They have a strict structure and their members are either rich or noble.

Gustave does have a military background, and he does share a surname with the current king of Temeria, but there are discounts. His father is a remote branch of the La Valetti family, with the title of baron and a

A small territory. His military career lasted less than a year before he was forced to retire.

Because he wanted his son to inherit his father's legacy.

The old baron also does this. He has a large number of retired veterans from the army and even three former members of the intelligence organization. After Gustav returned home, he was trained by them for three years. Now, he is a member of this huge organization.

a member of.

‘Scavenger’.

Traveling back and forth between various cities, he is responsible for cleaning up those escaped slaves.

He Shenyan noticed that Geralt's eyes were becoming more and more dangerous as Gustave narrated. He knew his friend well and knew what kind of character he was. In fact, Geralt's brain structure was

can be explained.

Thirty percent sense of justice, 20% wine, and 30% passion for his lovers. As for the remaining 20%, that is his career.

Geralt is definitely not a qualified witcher. He has done commissions without accepting payment more than once, and he has done some deviant things more than once because of a sense of justice. It is precisely because of this that he became He Shenyan.

friend.

"Don't worry, Geralt." He Shenyan said softly. "Mr. Gustav may be a bastard, but he is still a noble. You must have not forgotten the strange question I asked him, right?"

"I remember."

Geralt answered on behalf of Gustave. At the same time, he raised the cold silver sword and placed it on Gustave's throat. The witcher with cold eyes asked: "You

Are you proud of your last name, Mr. Gustav? Does it make you proud?"

"Wait! Don't kill me yet!"

Gustav screamed, as if someone had choked him. He didn't dare to move, and said stiffly: "I know I deserve to die, I know, I know everything, gentlemen. But

I was born in this family, and I grew up eating the food of the La Valette family. If my father wants me to do anything, can I still disobey him?"

He tried to defend himself with pale words: "Listen, gentlemen, I am just a small person. There are so many branches of the king's family, and I am just one of the most insignificant branches. Think about it, gentlemen. There must be someone standing behind me.

A bigger mission, are you right? Kill me and you won’t have an easy time!”

"Mr. Wizard!"

Gustav said loudly to He Shenyan: "I apologize for my previous stupidity. I didn't realize that you were a mage until I was in the sewer! But it doesn't matter, it's fine that you are a mage! I know a few

Gentlemen of the Warlock Brotherhood, just like you, they are all mages!"

"Don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, I can introduce you to them! I can even provide you with money, as long as you don't kill me, research materials, venues, funding - I can give you everything!

"

"Compared with these, I actually want to know another thing, Mr. Gustave."

He Shenyan asked softly: "Research materials, venues, funding...where did you get all this money?"

He raised his hand and pointed at the woman who was still huddled in the corner of the square. Her name was unknown, but Gustav called her Anna. His eyes lit up with blue light again.

Gustav crawled back tremblingly.

"You use them to make profits." He Shenyan walked towards him. "Well, let me ask you the second question. As long as you can answer it, I will let you go. How about that?"

"You call her Anna - I don't care if this is her real name or not, I just want to know where you brought her to Vizima? In other words, the product in your eyes, her place of origin

Where is it?" He Shenyan asked with a half-smile.

Gustav did not answer.

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Geralt walked out of the room indignantly. He still had the smell of sewers on his body. The woman lying in the room who he had carried into his arms was clean and she was sleeping. The witcher was silent for a while, and then he heard a sound

He sat silently on He Shenyan's sofa.

"Oh, come on, Geralt."

He Shenyan sighed: "I have no problem with you sitting in my seat. But you have to at least take a shower and change clothes."

"I can't believe it." Geralt said coldly. "1263——! Damn it, in 1263, this was still Vizima in Temeria, and something like this happened? These beasts!"

"You have to believe it even if you don't believe it."

The mage shrugged, simply pulled up a chair and sat down. He was the kind of person who would never stand if he could sit: "Mr. Gustave's words are true. You should have not forgotten what I said to him later.

Something to do, right?”

"...Next time if you use that kind of spell, at least let me know and don't let me see it."

"What's wrong?"

Geralt's lips twitched a few times before he uttered a sentence: "If you want the dead to speak, you should at least let his fragmented head be glued back together, right? God, his jaw was split into three pieces, but he's still alive

Able to move…”

"It's strange that you feel uncomfortable. You are a witcher."

"Yes! Demon hunters!" Geralt emphasized the pronunciation. "Demons! Not humans! Where have I seen such a scene before?"

He Shenyan shook his head: "Anyway, let's settle this lady down first. I know someone who should be able to help her."

"who?"

"Have you ever seen this person..."

He Shenyan stood up from the chair and walked to the door of the apartment. Geralt's ears heard the sound of slight footsteps, and then the mage opened the door. A man whose appearance had changed, but was still attracted by him

The woman he recognized was standing in front of the door, wearing a black robe that was exactly the same as He Shenyan's.

"My apprentice, Andrea." He smiled and turned around to let Andrea in. "Come on, Andrea, there is a poor lady here who desperately needs your help."

"What happens next?" asked the witcher.

"After? After that we have to get busy, Geralt. Didn't you listen to what Gustav said? Their footprints are all over the world."

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There is one more chapter.