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Strigob took He Shenyan's remarks as a joke, and in order to get off the topic, he turned to Geralt and said, "Tell me about you, old friend. Geralt, what are you doing here? Like slaughtering endangered species for money? How much did you get this kikimo for? I guess you didn't catch anything, or you wouldn't come to my place to try your luck."

"There are really people who can't cry without seeing the coffin, right?" He looked at Geralt with a teasing smile. The witcher wasn't angry either. He looked at the redhead who was picking apples and replied casually, "No, I didn't expect to meet you here at all. If I remember correctly, you used to live in A similar tower in Cowell."

"Ah, that was a long time ago." Strigob waved his hand, handed a cup of tea to the smiling He Shenyan, and said, "A lot has happened since then."

"Yeah, just like your name. Your name is Master Ibion now."

"That's the name of the creator of this tower. He died about two hundred years ago. I think that since I occupy the house, even if the owner is dead, I should pay respect to him in some way. You see, most of the natives depend on the sea for their food, and you know, I'm good at weather magic, except for this useless illusion. Sometimes I calm the storm, and sometimes I use the wind to drive the cod schools farther from the coast. places. I live off these things. That's—" he said sadly, "—all I can do."

"What do you mean by that? Also, why did you change your name?" The witcher was finally willing to turn his head, and he asked with a frown.

"Fate has many faces. My destiny is beautiful in appearance, but hides a terrifying essence. Oh! Her **** claws have already reached out to me—"

Strigob said in an aria-like tone, and looked up at the sky, making the appearance of a wise man.

"Oh, you haven't changed at all, Strigob. You're still the same." Geralt said mockingly. He grinned. "Did you know that every time you put on this wise, meaningful expression, you're just saying nonsense?"

"Can't you talk normally?"

"Why are you so stinging?" said the old mage dissatisfied. He sighed and compromised: "Okay, okay, if this can satisfy you."

"I've come here with great difficulty, incognito. I've been hiding all the way to escape the horrible creature that's been chasing me. But the escape was in vain, the creature has found me. Probably tomorrow It will come to kill me, and it will not be the day after tomorrow."

Geralt turned his head to He Shenyan and said, "I agree with you now that you are different from them, at least you will make it clear."

"Look, Strigob, that's how the world is," Geralt said. "Travelers can see all kinds of things, like two peasant families fighting to the death for a piece of land, and even inviting a passing hunter. The devils went to kill each other for them. I didn't agree. But on the second day, the land was razed to the ground by the men of two earls. These people continued the fight again. I walked through the mountains and rivers and saw people being killed Hanging from a tree by the road, a robber having a feast at a wealthy merchant's house, and his wife probably pouring wine for the **** with her back to the dead husband's body tremblingly."

"It's not over, Strigob. In the ghetto of town. Where you mages never go, you might trip over a dead body every step of the way. Either killed, starved, cold, They died of illness. I once received a small commission that twenty girls died in a brothel in one night. Just because of the illness, the boss killed them all at night, and then closed the business for rectification. On the third day, it was It's open."

The witcher spread his hands and said, "Not to mention in the palace, people turn their blades against each other, and at every banquet someone may fall down with a blue face and smash the table. I'm used to death, so I Why should you be surprised by your death?",

"What's more, it's your death."

"Not to mention my death?!" Stregob repeated sarcastically, "I thought we were friends, counting on your help."

"Ha." The witcher snorted coldly without laughing. He said to He Shenyan, "The last time we met was in the palace of King Edie in Keville. I killed that one. A two-headed basilisk who has killed thirteen people and was about to collect his reward when this **** jumped out and had a fight with one of his mates over whether to call me a charlatan, a mindless killer or a scavenger destroyer Fan. As a result, King Idi didn't pay me a penny, and he kicked me out, giving me twelve hours to leave the palace."

He Shenyan calmly took a sip of tea, and he commented, "It is indeed a true friend."

"Yeah, if their hourglass hadn't broken, I'd have timed out. Then the king's guards would have come after me with swords." The witcher smiled, but there was no smile in it. meaning.

He continued to sneer at Stregob: "Now, you say you're counting on me to help you. Say there's a monster chasing you, what are you afraid of? Stregob? Just tell it you're a monster protector, You've been protecting them, you love them, how about making sure no witcher disturbs their peace? Seriously, if you said that, the monster ripped you open If a black heart eats it, then it is too ungrateful."

Strigob was silent, and he turned his head away. Geralt laughed. "Stop pouting like a ridiculous frog. Tell me what's threatening you, and I'll see what I can do."

"Have you heard of the 'curse of the dark sun'?"

He Shenyan came to the spirit, and he made an appearance of listening intently.

"Certainly. But it used to be called 'Mad Etibard's Mania.'" Geralt turned his head and explained to He Shenyan. He continued: "Named after the mage who caused the uproar. Dozens of girls from good families - even nobles - were killed or imprisoned in towers because of this. This **** thinks they are possessed by demons cursed, or tainted by the so-called 'black sun'."

He Shenyan said, "It's just a solar eclipse phenomenon."

The witcher slammed the table hard, and he said loudly, "Exactly! But the venerable mage across from us still swears that it's a curse!"

"No!" Strigob was also excited. He stood up, walked around twice, and retorted in a loud voice: "Etibard is not crazy at all. Tombstones in human mausoleums, and an investigation of cat-like customs and legends, all of which refer unequivocally to this eclipse. The dark sun means Lilith - who is still worshipped by the Orientals today by the name 'Niya' — is about to return, and humanity will face extinction. To welcome Lilit, it is necessary to 'prepare sixty women with golden crowns, who will fill the valley with blood.'"

"Nonsense," said the witcher. "It doesn't even rhyme. Serious prophecies rhyme. Everyone knows what Etibard and the Wizarding Council were thinking."

He showed a rare expression of anger, and even no longer cared that the man sitting beside him was also a mage, and fired a map cannon directly at all mage: "You use the crazy words of a madman to strengthen your authority, in order to break the alliance, destroy the Marriage, to overthrow a dynasty. In short, to make those crowned puppets more tangled up in the strings. You dare to tell me this now that every old storyteller in the market is ashamed prophecy?"

"You can reserve your opinion of Etibard, and you can question his interpretation of the prophecy, but you can't refute the fact that many girls born after the eclipse have had terrible mutations in their bodies."

"Who says it can't be refuted? I've heard the opposite."

"I went to an autopsy site," said the wizard worriedly. "Geralt, what we found in the skull and bone marrow was beyond words. It was a red sponge with all the internal organs mixed together, and some completely disappeared. All organs are covered with moving pink-blue cilia. The heart has six atria, two of which are shrunk. How do you explain that?"

"I've seen people with eagle claws and fangs. I've seen people with more joints than average, people with more organs, and more senses than average. It's all the result of your misuse of magic. ." Geralt laughed.

"You've seen all kinds of mutants," the wizard raised his head, standing upright, "and how many of them have you slaughtered for money to maintain your witcher career? Hmmm Some people may have wolf teeth, but at most they can't grin at the prostitutes in the inn, but some people have a wolf heart in their lives, and they can kill children when they face them."

He veiled sarcastically: "Those girls born after the eclipse are like that. They show unreserved inclinations for madness, and their cruelty, combativeness, moodiness and debauchery have long been known."

"I bet you wouldn't dare say that to a priest of Meritelli," Geralt scoffed. "What the **** are you talking about with me? You want to ask me how many mutants I've killed, you Why don't you want to know how many people I've disenchanted and freed from curses? I, a witcher you despise. I've traveled all over the world to kill terrifying beasts and unlucky people who are unfortunate enough to touch magic items cursed."

He stared closely at Strigob: "In turn, what have you done, great mage?"

Stregob looked up, not looking at the witcher: "We've used powerful spells on this. We've done it with the priests in different temples. But all attempts ended up killing the girls. ."

"This only proves you wrong. Oh, you got the body. I guess the autopsy is just one time?"

"Enough, don't look at me like that. You know there's more than one corpse. We were going to wipe them all out at first. We took out a few...and then autopsied them all. There was even a vivisection. "

"Ha," the witcher pulled out a disdainful sneer from his throat. It was difficult for him to suppress the anger on his face, it could even be called hatred.

"You bastards, slandering innocent girls, making them homeless, forced to sell their bodies, or even die in the wilderness. They will be hunted down, dissected, and experimented by you. Now you dare to condemn Slandering the witcher?"

"Oh, Strigob, you're going to suffer one day and learn to be good." After he said this, he sat down, stopped talking, and just stared coldly at Strigob.

"I don't think that day will come anytime soon," Strigob said sarcastically. "Don't forget, what we do is to protect the people. These mutant girls will drown the whole world in blood."

"That is to say, you wizards are still holding their heads high, thinking that they are flawless. But you certainly can't assert that you have never lost your hands in the process of hunting these so-called 'mutants'?"

"Okay," Strigor preached after a long silence, "I'll be honest with you, even though it's not doing me any good. We did make mistakes—and more than once. It's too hard to tell them apart. That's why we Stopped... 'removing' them, but isolating them."

"Use your famous tower." The witcher snorted.

"Our tower. But that was another mistake. We underestimated them. There were a lot of mutants running away. And then there was a crazy sport among the princes—especially the ones that were lower down and had nothing to do, There's nothing to lose, the young prince—'Rescue the Imprisoned Beauty'. Lots of prisoners wrenched their necks—"

"As far as I know, the prisoners in those towers died soon, and you helped them."

"It's a lie. But they do lose interest in everything very quickly and refuse to eat... The most interesting thing is that they display a gift for psychic abilities when they are dying. This is further evidence of their mutation."

"Your evidence is getting more and more absurd. Is there anything else?"

"Yes. Lady Sylvana of Narok is an example, we have never been able to get close to her because her power has grown so rapidly. But something terrible is happening in Narok now. Also, the daughter of Avermere Philgar escaped from the tower with a self-made rope and is now wreaking havoc in North Velhad. Benica of Targo was freed by a foolish prince. Now locked in a dungeon, blind, And in Targow, the gallows have long since become the most common sight. Oh, there are other examples."

"Certain examples," said the witcher, "such as Yamlak under Old King Abrad. He had tuberculosis and lost all his teeth, and he was probably born hundreds of years before the eclipse. But He couldn't sleep unless someone was tortured to death in front of him. He killed all his blood relatives and executed half the nation in a rage - you know that? When he was young he was nicknamed 'Rough Abu Rad'. Oh, Strigob, if only the cruelty of the rulers could be justified with mutations or curses."

"Listen, Geralt—"

"No. You can't convince me or convince me that Etibard isn't a murderous lunatic, so let's get back to the monster that threatened you. You better understand, based on what you gave me First impression, I don't like your story. But I'll listen to you clearly."

"Stop for a while, two." He Shenyan interrupted their quarrel, his smile had long since disappeared.

"Although I have no intention of interfering with your local mages' rude research and disregard for human life, it is clear, Mr. Strigob. It is undoubtedly cruel and stupid for you and your colleagues to spend half their lives persecuting innocent girls."

"And it's pointless." He concluded.

His words made the old mage pale for the first time, and being questioned by someone with high mana was more unacceptable to him than being scolded by a hundred witchers. He quivered his lips and said: "But —But, sir, you are also a mage!"

"Yes. But do you know one thing?" He Shenyan's lips slowly brought up a cold smile, and there was an undisguised disgust in his eyes: "I can endure ignorance, I can endure it Cruel, can endure those stupid peasants who fill their basements with swords they pick up, and go out and turn into robbers every time they go to war, because they are born that way, and no one has taught them that they should change."

He said slowly: "But you, mages. It's not the same. The mages are different." He repeated, with anger in his tone for the first time, making Geralt look at him: "We have the knowledge, just It should make the world a better place and make life easier for mortals. Instead of **** scheming, manipulating kings, and taking control of the world - although I understand you may be poor in your entire life for that. UU Reading www. uukanshu.com But those ordinary people shouldn't and deserve to be your playthings."

He stood up, and Geralt realized again that something might be about to happen.

This time, it might be pretty bad.

He slowly floated off the ground, and the manor with fragrant birds and flowers disappeared in an instant, and they floated in the boundless sea of ​​stars. Geralt looked at the surrounding scenery in shock and fascination, knowing that He Shenyan said: "Did you see it? This is the world above us, and this is what mages should do. But unfortunately, you are just A bunch of nasty bugs who can't even tell stupid lies. Strigob, I'm sure you're not bad, but you're stupid."

He Shenyan stretched out a hand, Geralt must admit that it was a slender and white hand, but at this time he was holding a black magic power that shocked him: "For a mage, being stupid means what, do you understand?"

Strigob was speechless.

He Shenyan said to him indifferently, as if it was not a person, but a wooden toy, or something else: "For a mage, being stupid means death."

"And from a person's point of view, what you have done will undoubtedly make you die."

After a change, the magic power turned into a bolt of lightning, slashing towards Strigob.

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They stood under the tower, Geralt smacked his lips: "It's a pity."

"what?"

"His illusion." The witcher gestured at the curve of the blonde's figure, and he showed a smile.

He Shenyan rolled his eyes, they took the donkey and left Bravican slowly.