Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The killing didn't last long, Geralt moved quickly.

The village was wrapped in flames, and most of the houses were continuously burned by raging flames. Except for the one at the end of the village, the flames did not even come close to it. They seemed to have self-awareness and knew which ones should be burned and which ones should not be burned.

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The demon hunter stood in front of a house covered in blood. He bent his fingers and Alder's Seal drove the telekinesis power to explode, blowing the door of the house away. After a while, a trembling child walked out.

Geralt frowned, and He Shenyan came up from behind him, his tone still calm: "Don't feel that you have done something wrong, Geralt."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with killing their parents, he. But I want to know -" the demon hunter pointed at the trembling child. "-What should I do with these children?"

The Master did not answer this question directly.

"I read the woman's memory, Geralt. This village has a history of thirty-seven years. It was originally established to provide a transit point for the people of the Sword Regiment to transport slaves on this inaccessible road.

stand."

"——In other words, everyone in this village deserves no mercy. Remember what we saw when we came during the day? Men were doing carpentry, women were doing laundry, and children were playing games. But you noticed something

No, there is no farmland in this village."

He Shenyan slowly exposed an obvious fact: "In a village without farmland, far away from the road and inaccessible to people, how do they make a living?"

"The answer is the bimonthly slave transport."

His calm, almost frightening, and uncomfortably clear narration made Geralt's expression even more ugly: "Every two months, a fleet of running slaves from Lower Soden disguised as merchants will pass through here.

They will bring food, wine and fresh cloth. In short, everything you need."

"Of course, there are slaves. They are very cautious, with a maximum of twenty people per batch. They will be locked in that house for short-term training. Have you seen a dog trainer, Geralt? They usually have dogs.

The dogs are trained lightly by dog ​​trainers before they are sold to rich ladies."

"So they don't bite or poop everywhere."

"And these people are dog trainers - the people they killed were all of 'unqualified appearance', as they used their terminology. Unqualified appearance... ha."

He Shenyan suddenly grinned: "The slaves will stay here for two months, and then the convoy from Sidaris will pick them up and sell them separately."

"Are there no exceptions?"

Geralt asked in a hoarse voice.

"No. These children know everything, and those women also know everything. In fact, Geralt, this child ate fragrant white bread this morning, and the money needed to exchange for this white bread...

They are the living people who were sold by them."

"I see."

As he spoke, the witcher suddenly realized that his voice was so soft, yet so firm. He walked towards the child, and then raised his sword. The mage's words echoed behind him.

"We are not qualified to forgive the dead and those who were sold, Geralt. As I said, eliminate all evil."

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The peaceful village disappeared.

Geralt and He Shenyan took five women and three men on the road again. They were still weak and bruised, but their mental state was much better than before.

"We will take you to a nearby town -" Sitting by the fire, He Shenyan made a gesture. "-Each of you has two hundred oren as the start-up capital for your new life. These are the people who

It’s money, so take it with peace of mind.”

"I simply don't know how to thank you two..."

A woman with a shaved head said this while stroking her cheek. She pursed her lips, as if trying to hold back the urge to cry, but the attempt failed. Her lips trembled twice, and then she could no longer hold back the urge to cry.

Got up.

Tears flowed down her face, and she sobbed: "They, they are simply not human beings..."

Geralt looked at her silently without saying a word.

Another man holding a cup of hot water asked: "Two gentlemen, we still don't know your names. This is really disrespectful to the savior. I mean, you don't have to know us."

name, but we can’t.”

His face was serious, and although he was weak, his speech was still clear: "Don't look at me like this, you two, I am a well-known poet in my hometown in Kaedwen. I will definitely write a long poem for you two.

,Such a heroic act should be praised by everyone!"

"If you don't want to die, don't do this."

Geralt said: "It doesn't matter whether you want to go home or start a new life somewhere. Understand? But don't tell what happened to you. Otherwise, those people will come to your door again.

There are far more of them than you think."

The poet's face froze and he said gloomily: "Is this happening? Then, what about justice? Is it possible that no one can stop them? Even the guards of the kingdom don't know these things? Goddess Meriteri, if you say so

If it’s true, how many people were abducted and trafficked by them?”

The fire burned and made a crackling sound, but no one answered his question. The so-called justice and justice may be just people's wishful thinking - some people often say that justice will be late, but it will not be absent. But the problem is that late justice,

What's the use?

Three days later, they dropped the eight people off in a nearby town with relatively developed transportation.

This is a port town. You can take a boat to Skellige to the west. If you go to the left, you can take a carriage for a long journey. You can go to Temeria, Redania, Kaedwen, anywhere. Stop here for a few days.

Oh my god, they continue on their way.

"That gliding lizard, aren't you going to kill it?"

"I'm a witcher, yes, but I'm not a fanatical monster slayer. The criteria for a witcher to accept a commission is whether the monster will harm humans. Gliding lizards generally live in high mountains or deep forests, where

The only human settlement was completely burned, so it will not harm humans."

"Besides..." Geralt was silent for a while. "If it killed them, I might still applaud."

"Your mentality is too dark." He Shenyan said with a hint of disgust.

This statement naturally attracted an angry glare from the demon hunter. He opened his mouth to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only say in a dull voice: "Don't even think about it.

Use my name to enter the high-class brothel in Novigrad!"

"...Well, what a serious threat." The mage replied with a strange look on his face.

At the end of October, they finally arrived in Novigrad.