MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v3 Chapter 17 Completely wipe out (1/5)

after awhile.

He Shenyan picked up the mirror from Leland Gaunt, who had been beaten into a puddle of mud. He looked at it. The witcher's condition was not good, but it wasn't bad either. Leland Gaunt just wanted to torture him. Geralt in the mirror was still swinging his sword at this time. In terms of the witcher's physical strength, he was not yet at the limit, but it was not much worse. He fought in that room for a long time against invisible monsters.

He crushed the mirror, and the magic power gently dispelled the magic on it. A flash of white light flashed, and the witcher holding the silver sword jumped out of it. He looked at He Shenyan, and then at the mud on the ground, still holding Holding the sword: "What's the matter?"

"It's hard to explain to you..."

The black-robed mage pointed to the muddy mud and introduced him: "Gant Odim, the master of the mirror and the man of glass, is also the one who made you fight against the air in that room."

"Air? Oh...damn it."

The witcher glanced at him and put the silver sword back into the scabbard behind him. He adjusted the position of the shoulder straps and said, "Never heard of him."

"You don't know he's normal, Geralt."

The mage walked to the muddy mud and threw out a flame. The foul-smelling blue smoke filled the entire black room. The witcher frowned uncomfortably, but the mage still looked as usual. "This guy is a devil," he said.

"Then I can understand."

The witcher understood immediately.

He has read about demons - people usually call stag-headed monsters or phant monsters as demons. But the real demons have been recorded in the books of mages and witchers, and demons are those who come from other planes or worlds. They can exist in their own form, or possess animals or intelligent creatures. There is a spell to summon demons called "magic conjuration", or "demonology," a spell strictly forbidden by both the cleric and the Warlock Brotherhood. Demons don't seem to be a single species or race, but a general term for a group of creatures that share common characteristics, because each of them is very different from one another.

Only very few demon invasions have been recorded in history, but without exception, they have caused very dire consequences.

He Shenyan snapped his fingers, the scenery around them changed again, and they returned to that room in an instant. The black-robed mage looked very relaxed, and sat directly on the businessman's soft sofa.

Geralt has lived a long time, so he can see that the mage has something to say. So the witcher leaned against the wall and folded his chest with his arms, his right foot as a support, and stood leisurely, waiting for the black-robed mage to speak.

"I have seen him before."

He Shenyan said.

"That was... when I first started learning magic." The mage lowered his head, and Geralt couldn't see his expression.

"That **** showed up in a town as a businessman. The town was quiet and everyone was nice. He had a necessities store there. Listen to the name, who came up with it? "

"Anyway... the townspeople bought what they needed from him - what they wanted the most. But the price was their own soul, and they didn't know that. But I know that he carefully A disaster is planned. By the time he thinks the deal should be over, the townspeople will start killing each other and he will take their souls between blood and limbs."

"I was the only one there, and even though my teacher didn't allow me to act on my own, I couldn't just sit back and watch innocent people die. So I tried my best to stop him... and something else happened."

The mage looked up. The sunlight outside the window only shone on the lower half of his face. Those black eyes were hidden in the darkness. The witcher saw a pair of gems shining in the dark, and heard the mage whisper. : "He read my memory and tried to tempt me...and he almost did, Geralt. It was only so short that I traded my soul and the souls of a whole town for a phantom. possibility.”

The witcher nodded with some empathy. He thought of something else and said, "Well... I also hate the feeling of being read minds."

The black-robed mage glanced at him and stood up. He walked past the witcher: "It looks like your commission may be failing, Geralt."

The witcher followed behind him and was about to walk out of the house. He glanced back, and the twisted arm had disappeared.

"It doesn't matter, at least I got half of the money."

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For the next two days, Geralt first went to explain to the couple that the evil spirits that had plagued them had been wiped out. He even told the man to put two pots of flowers in front of the door when he got home, saying that it was an exorcism ceremony. subsequent part of . But he didn't ask for the remaining half of the money, and the businessman's wife reluctantly bid them farewell, and it was hard to say what she was reluctant to give up.

After that, he took another commission, very simple, to clean up the water ghosts. But also difficult.

Lonely water ghosts are not dangerous, three or five may be a bit tricky, more than ten need to be very careful. These annoying monsters have bounties all over the world and are usually not expensive, but people are killed by them every day for food~www.novelbuddy.com~ Geralt kills two in Novigrad's sprawling sewers A dozen or so water ghosts, the brand-new soft armor also became dirty between rolling and dodging again and again. He knew that the money earned from this order was not much, not even enough to pay for the repairs of the armor. Facing the Mage's question, the witcher just shrugged and said, "That's how the world is, why. There are not so many dangerous monsters waiting for you to kill under the city, and most of the time I just kill water ghosts. And ghouls."

The two walked out of the sewer, and the witcher was carrying a smelly sack full of water ghost heads. He was going to receive the reward. He gave a complicated look to the black-robed mage who was floating the whole time: "At least you are no different from most mages in terms of cleanliness."

"Ah, don't be so mean. Geralt. I believe that if you had a choice, you wouldn't want to run down the sewers. Look at yourself, you're stinking now."

The witcher said blankly, "Yes, I know."

They walked all the way through the low shanty towns and threw the heads of water ghosts on the tax collector's table. The tax collector was a very serious-looking man with round-rimmed glasses. Facing the horrific stench in the sack, he actually poured out the heads and started counting them one by one. After counting, he took out a hundred crowns and handed it to Geralt, nodding at him: "It's all here, witcher. Twenty water ghosts, one five crowns, a hundred crowns in total."

The witcher opened the small bag he handed over, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket. In fact, he doesn't really need to take the commission anymore, the gold bar given by the mage is enough for him to spend the winter comfortably in Novigrad - but if you want to do something else, the money can be not enough.

You know what I mean.