Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

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Verya was sitting in the house, and Anderson was accompanying her. After the anger subsided, fear enveloped her again. The anger in people's hearts can cause them to ignore their fears for a short while, but in the end, they have to face reality.

He Shenyan and Geralt who came here stood outside the house, and the witcher's expression was extremely serious. He looked like he was about to write the words "I'm going to kill" on his face.

"Honestly, I don't get it. Who the **** would go out of their way to kill a scholar? A professor? What good could it do?"

The Master replied: "I don't know, and neither do you. But we can know."

"...the style of your speech is just getting more and more confusing."

"You're welcome." The mage smiled, and he stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers. As always, the miracle happened again. Only this time it was some kind of wicked miracle - the dead were brought back to life.

The man whose throat was cut stood up, only the whites of his eyes were left, and a faint blue ghost fire burst out from the incision at the throat.

The mage asked the corpse calmly: "Who sent you here?"

"Will Gilmore...he sent us..."

The corpse spoke with difficulty, its voice extremely hoarse. Geralt frowned. He said, "Will Gilmore?"

"Have you heard this name?"

"Many years ago. I didn't expect him to be alive."

"It sounds like you have a story between you."

Geralt smiled softly: "If it involves him, then this matter is no longer just Anderson's private business. It has also become mine."

"Would you like to talk?"

"I'll tell you the story when I have time, Ho. But not now." Geralt turned, and he pushed open the door and walked into the villa. Verya did not cry, but held the bow and crossbow tightly in her hand, looking thoughtful.

Geralt glanced at Anderson, who was sitting next to her, and asked, "Will Gilmore. Ever heard of this man?"

Vija raised her head sharply, the undisguised hatred in her eyes even startled the witcher: "It's him?! It's him! Yes, yes. I should have thought of it long ago... This **** Scum! I wish the gods in the sky would strike him with lightning! Let his soul wailing forever in hell!"

"Calm down, ma'am." Geralt gestured for her to calm down. When Verya sat down again, he continued to ask, "Why did he kill you?"

"He approached me a year ago and wanted me to publish a book, or write a story. Telling people that anesthetic powder is not harmful at all and can even make people fit... Goddamn, does he think I'm an idiot? Could it be that I don't know how many people have lost their lives because of the thing he sold?"

"You refused," Geralt said.

"Of course I refused! So he started to use other methods. Powerful businessmen, some old but authoritative scholars, and even quite a few officials came to me. I hope I can help Will Gimmall. Endorsement." She was shaking with anger, and Geralt understood how she felt.

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