Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The funny thing about a joke is that you know it's fake.

For example, someone told a rather special joke. It was about how a child accidentally killed his parents. Most people would not find this joke funny. But there must be a small number of people who would appreciate it.

Admit it, everyone has a different sense of humor, and some people just prefer a darker one.

But this was not the case in front of Geralt. He only felt a huge sense of absurdity coming one after another, making him almost unable to laugh. Because he knew that He Shenyan could do anything. Of course, including letting a person

Start telling the truth against your will.

So, the bald man in front of him - he was telling the truth.

He didn't lie.

"You mean, Alphonse Willy, the biggest underworld leader in Novigrad, wants to cooperate with me in order to drive out a group of human traffickers?"

The demon hunter laughed dumbly: "You might as well say that he wants to take advantage of me and monopolize the business for himself."

"No."

Jack's lips continued to open and close, the muscles called his tongue moved, and his vocal cords vibrated to make sounds. His eyes were full of fear, but he was still talking.

"Mr. Alphonse Willy will never do this kind of business," Jack said. "Mr. Alphonse Willie opens casinos, fight clubs, and brothels. But he will never get involved in the business of human trafficking. He never has."

"Yeah?"

Geralt stood aside with his arms folded. He would do this whenever he was interested in what someone was going to say.

"Yes - because Mr. Alphonse Willy was trafficked."

I said it.

Oh my God.

Jack's eye muscles began to twitch, and tears welled up involuntarily. I said it - he thought, how could I say such a thing? My husband will definitely kill me for this matter afterwards. By the way, I also

You can ask that demon hunter, I can let him...

His thoughts ended here.

Jack's bald head tilted to the right, he leaned on the chair, mouth wide open, and fell asleep in a position that would definitely make his neck stiff when he woke up.

He Shenyan retracted the mental tentacles that controlled his brain. The mage lowered his head and glanced at his right hand. In Geralt's eyes, there was nothing there. But in his eyes, there was a star gradually moving toward the black

The blue gemstone of transformation.

But, for now, it's still blue.

"Well, this can explain why he has such an idea... It seems that Hawthorne is very well-informed. We have only been in the city for less than a day, and he already knows about the demon hunter who came in.

It's me."

"Maybe it's because your white hair is so conspicuous, Geralt."

He Shenyan turned and left, and Geralt followed behind him. Neither of them cared about Francis Behring sitting aside, and they kept walking until they left this messy underground gang gathering place.

It is already dark night.

There was a bright moon hanging in the sky, and both Geralt and He Shenyan were silent. The former was still thinking about Hawthorne. The latter was still busy with the huge ceremony. Their thinking continued until they died.

Until the sound of footsteps is heard.

Eight people came from 473 meters away, all armed. The leader killed forty people, seventeen men, ten women, and the rest were children.

He Shenyan stopped, and the mental tentacles told him everything completely. He had already seen through the eight attackers before they saw him. All their life trajectories so far, their names, what they had eaten in the morning

What have you done for breakfast recently?

Everything is clear - and in return, He Shenyan wants to reward them with something.

"what?"

Geralt looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he stopped. He Shenyan knew why. The witcher's senses were not sensitive enough to hear the footsteps four hundred meters away.

"It's nothing, Geralt, I want to vent, you go back first."

The mage smiled at him. The demon hunter didn't know why at first, but then he laughed as if he suddenly understood: "You are going to——? Well, I won't tell others. By the way, Love and Flowers Opposite

That store offers free overnight stays.”

"Okay, I'll note it down. See you tomorrow morning."

"See you tomorrow morning."

When the eight attackers were still 351 meters away from them, Geralt turned and left. At the same time, He Shenyan also turned around.

He wanted to do something less mage-like, and there were many reasons that prompted him to do it. For example, the darkness he had seen along the way, the child killed by the bastard at the head, and... he was...

This problem of headache.

It's just too damn hard.

He Shenyan sighed. One second, he was still on the street, and the next second, he had already traveled to a dark alley. His boots touched the ground lightly, and no one among the eight people noticed that he had arrived.

behind them.

Which was harder? He asked himself: Always doing the right thing, or trying to find a time coordinate BC?

The mage doesn't know.

He is also trying to find answers.

"Excuse me." His voice sounded calmly from behind the eight people. "I have a few questions to ask you."

"what?!"

His voice was too calm, so calm that he almost didn't sound like a human being. The guy closest to him was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. He Shenyan looked at him and said nothing. But he loosened his grip on the knife.

The remaining seven people stood ready. They didn't know who was speaking, but they knew the tone.

If any of them were planning to kill something next, they would use this tone.

The leader - the one who killed the most people - chose to communicate.

He looked at the person speaking in the darkness cautiously, and said to He Shenyan in a self-righteous tone: "Listen, man. We are paid to do things, and I guess you are too. So there is no need for us to conflict or shed blood, you understand

?"

"I'll give you the answers to the questions you want, and then you turn around and leave, okay? You've scared my little brother so much that he peed his pants."

Yeah?

No, you are not paid to do things, you are a member of the Sword Group.

A guy named Walpole Royin tipped you off... You came to kill Jack Tallinn, but you changed your mind halfway because you saw the 'white-haired witcher', too.

The person Alphonse Willy has been looking for these two days.

But, one thing, the guy who spoke was not lying.

He Shenyan lowered his head and glanced at the crotch of the guy closest to him. There was indeed a faint yellow urine dripping down there.

"First I have to ask a question."

"No problem, man, just ask - unless it's a matter of principle, I'll tell you anything."

Beads of sweat had appeared on the forehead of the guy who was speaking. He couldn't see clearly who was speaking in the darkness, or even whether it was a person. An invisible sense of oppression made his teeth chatter and his bones went cold.

, even the fingers are trembling.

——Am I talking to humans or devils?

He asked himself, but got no answer.

"Very good, first question."

Darkness spoke: "Is it harder to kill a child, or to live well?"

"what are you saying?"

"I'm asking you, Edmund Curtis. You are thirty-two years old. You were born in Kaedwen. When you were twenty, you came to Novigrad with forty orens in your arms. At first, you wanted to

Live a good life here. But in the next ten years, your life will be insulated from the word 'good'. You killed forty people, seventeen men, ten women, and twenty-three children."

"Your childhood was quite normal. You shouldn't have such an antisocial personality. Gangsters don't kill people every day, let alone kill twenty-three children. Your memory tells me that you never tire of doing this."

The voice coming out of the darkness was still calm, but the narrative attitude made everyone's hair stand on end.

"Why?" the voice in the darkness asked. "I read your memory, why?"

Edmund Curtis didn't speak, he couldn't speak. This feeling of being nakedly dismantled, this feeling of thirty-two years of life being condensed into a few words... I almost gave up.

He went crazy. What really drove him crazy was that the question the voice in the dark said also made him realize this.

Yes, why?

Why did I kill those children?

They asked themselves, but could not find the answer - is it for money? No, not for money. What is it for? For happiness? No, he is very normal. When he has money, he goes to brothels, and there are two or three people he knows well.

For women, he has no thirst for killing.

But... why?

He Shenyan did not let any of them go. From Edmund Curtis to the coward who wet his crotch. He questioned them one by one, carefully, clearly, and with terrifyingly clear logic. They

Everyone among them begins to realize how pathetic their lives really are.

What's even more sad is that they don't even know why they are like this.

When the questioning was over, he finally walked out of the darkness.

The guy closest to him raised his hand, not to kill him or to do anything else. He just raised his hand and grabbed He Shenyan's boot. He held it as if holding a life-saving straw.

.His eyes were filled with tears - the man uttered a heartbreaking and trembling sentence.

"Kill me," he said. "Please, hurry up."

The mage looked down at him, a feeling of regret taking root in his heart - he should have thought of it earlier, damn it. He was too negligent and committed the old habit again... and thought he could control everything.

The Sharp Sword Group is a huge organization that specializes in human trafficking. They are spread all over the world, and they have even formed an industrial chain. But the problem is that this organization is so huge, is everyone in it a wolf-hearted person?

, an emotionless beast?

They treat their fellow humans like livestock and sell them with as little emotion as selling a pig or a cow. This is not normal, extremely abnormal. And there is another thing that is not normal either.

——Where is the money?

Such huge profits... Where is the money? Where is the money they exchanged for people? Where did the money go? In the pockets of the kings? This is unlikely. No king would be stupid enough to make human trafficking an official business.

Do it. Not even the most savage person would do it.

Therefore, He Shenyan combined these two questions. The combination of question and question resulted in not another question, but an answer.

Everyone in the Sword Group has no real sense of what they are doing, and even kills without any psychological fluctuations, because they are all more or less affected by hypnosis.

He Shenyan stared at his right hand. At this moment, what appeared there was not a gem. Instead, it was eight strands of tiny magic power. They were implanted into the minds of these eight people. It was a common sense error.

Deception, a deep-rooted psychological effect.

The magic is not very clever, but the person behind it is extremely clever.

In this way, it will be clear where the money went.

The person behind the scenes is a mage, and the mage is most in need of money - the people who are most in need of money in the world are not the gamblers who are in debt, nor the poor people addicted to anesthetic powder, but the mage. Warlock, sorceress, mage...

...the various spellcasters in this world need money.

So, where does the money come from?

We all know that getting something for nothing is the fastest way to make money.

He Shenyan clenched the eight strands of magic power tightly, and the man holding his boots was still pleading. He couldn't bear that he had turned into a monster who helped traffic people and kill people. Before he did these things, he was just an honest man.

A farmer who cultivates the land, and now, the memories he made are attacking his mind.

He wanted to die. He Shenyan could tell.

"I'm sorry, everyone," He Shenyan said. "But I'm afraid I have to kill you today. You are farmers, sailors, coachmen and businessmen, and there is even a sculptor among you. But you have all become -"

"-Monster, I know, sir."

Edmund Curtis, the man who committed the most murders, knelt on the ground and stared at his hands. After a moment, he raised his head, his pale face dripping with sweat, like a scratched stone. Sweat mixed with tears,

It turned into a piercing blade that stung his conscience and shattered his mind.

"Go ahead, sir, kill us, we deserve to die. Then kill him - kill the monster who turned us into this."

So said Edmund Curtis.

Half a minute later, He Shenyan walked out of the alley.

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Alphonse Wiley's office.

"The demon hunter came to the door? And he brought a mage companion with him? It doesn't matter, Jack. It doesn't even matter that you told my past. I never wanted to hide it. Anyone who is interested can find it.

This matter. I was sold to Novigrad when I was twelve years old. What is there to hide?"

Hawthorne smiled indifferently.

"That's why I'm fighting them to the end, Jack. Just put it out there...I've been secretive for the past few years and I'm tired. People on the street think I want to do it myself."

Bad ass business, but it’s not.”

Old Hawthorne stood up from his chair. He bent down and groped under the desk for a while, and took out a crossbow from under the desk: "Tell the boys to gather. Let's go and meet those guys tonight."

Kill all the beasts that are greedy for money."

Jack heard him laughing.

"Add fire to this city!"