Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Gustave La Valédi arrived on time in front of the entrance to the sewer of Vizima wearing a brand new leather armor. He also carried a steel sword in his hand, which he had obviously just bought from the blacksmith shop, and the ribbons that the blacksmiths used to identify him at the end had not even been removed.

He stood at the door anxiously pacing, ignoring the strange eyes of others. Gustav had only one thought in his mind—he wanted them to come soon.

He Shenyan and Geralt lived up to his expectations. In fact, just two minutes after Gustav paced, he was tapped on the shoulder. Geralt with a silver sword on his back and the mage in black stood behind him.

"You are well prepared, Mr. Gustave. But I hope you have some courage."

"Of course I have, sir!" Gustav patted his chest excitedly, and the leather armor rattled as he patted it.

"hope so."

He Shenyan nodded to him, and the group of three walked into the deep sewer.

For the first twenty minutes, they could still have the light of the torches on the walls on both sides of the road as illumination, but after entering the intricate depths of the Vizima sewers, there was nothing left.

There is only darkness, and there are unknown sounds coming from the depths of the darkness. Subtle, but enough to be disturbing. Gustav, a retired soldier, was also frightened.

In fact, it takes more than courage for those who dare to step into the depths of darkness. Gustav was frightened, his legs were shaking slightly, especially when he thought of the scene where his sister fed the corpse baby with blood, he was even more frightened.

However, something else kept him moving forward.

"How far are we, Geralt?" He Shenyan asked. He walked at the end of the line, looking leisurely. It looked almost like he was on an outing.

"Not too far," replied the witcher. He walked at the forefront, holding the silver sword in his left hand. "There's a little distance left... Hope you stay calm, Mr. Gustave."

"I...I will. I try, gentlemen."

Not anymore, Gustav even stuttered. As he walked among the ranks, the mage's footsteps echoed with the witcher's footsteps, mixed with echoes from the deep darkness.

Geralt wasn't lying or thinking about exaggerating the truth. There was indeed only a little distance left—they followed the witcher through the intricate maze of sewers, and after a while, arrived at the spot where Geralt had spotted the lady.

"Looks like she's gone...very vigilant." Geralt stood in the passage, looking at the sticky marks left by the corpses above the ceiling, and nodded to He Shenyan.

"as predicted."

"What? What are you talking about?" Gustav looked at them blankly, clutching his sword tightly.

Since he came to this sewer, fear began to take root in his heart. Experience in the military doesn't help anything like that. He was trained to fight humans, not monsters.

Corpse baby.

Gustav chewed on the word, feeling like he was going to be out of breath. A terrifying guess popped up in his mind—what if one of those corpses was... his child?

"Your sister is very vigilant, Mr. Gustav." He Shenyan turned around and said to him. "She was spotted once and immediately changed positions."

He shrugged. "Unfortunately, but we'll probably have to stay here longer."

Gustav didn't pay attention to the question, he asked with a pale face: "...she, she ran away? Can we find her?"

"Don't worry, there is a trace master here." He Shenyan smiled and pointed to Geralt.

The latter rolled his eyes at his joke: "I don't even know what a trace master is, Ho. I only know how to find clues in a complex environment."

He crouched down, raised his left hand, and a flame emerged from between his closed index finger and thumb, illuminating the floor. Geralt examined the traces carefully, and after a while he stood up.

"How? Did you find anything?" Gustav asked impatiently.

"Your sister... is an extraordinary lady," Geralt said to him with a quirky expression. "She even knew how to cover up her footprints."

"Ah!" Gustav covered his forehead in pain. "It must be because of the hide-and-seek I played with her when I was a kid."

"What kind of hide-and-seek can have this effect? ​​And let her learn to cover her footprints? This is a skill only hunters and scouts in the army can do." The witcher was even more strange.

"I've always wanted to join the army, so my housekeeper was a retired scout when I was young. He taught me and my sister a lot of tricks, hide-and-seek... both a game and an exam." Gustav sipped Answered with a mouth, looking regretful.

"We...we can't find her yet?" Gustav asked in a shaky voice, with the last glimmer of hope.

"I can find it." Geralt told him in a certain tone. He walked forward, rubbing the wall with the fingers of his right hand, and there were some small scratches on it.

"Your sister may know how to hide her footprints and marks, but those corpses don't," Geralt said, extinguishing the flames in his hands.

They continued on along those horrific traces, and Gustav's fears were getting worse a little bit along the way - he couldn't understand what creatures that could leave these traces could look like, besides, corpses The word baby sounds wicked.

On the other hand, there is a stronger desire to bring her sister back. Gustav shudders just thinking about how she looks with these things.

"Stop."

Geralt raised his hand suddenly, motioning them to stop. The witcher stared solemnly at the darkness ahead, his cat's eyes gleaming in the darkness, and Gustav also craned his neck to look forward, but he couldn't see anything.

He is only human after all.

"What did you find, Mr. Geralt?" he asked.

"Batwing..." The witcher's expression was almost gloomy, although no one could see in the darkness. "He may not have killed them last time, there is another bat wing demon nest in front of this."

"It's strange that there are so many bat-winged demons here. What the **** is going on in the sewers of Vizima?"

Geralt stepped forward and picked up a skull from the ground, with traces left by some kind of creature gnawing on it. It looked like two long teeth had pierced through the bone.

"I only killed three last time." He Shenyan shrugged. "Who knows how many more? Hmm... Maybe Regis should come at this time. High-level vampires should be able to order these low-level creatures, right?"

"It can be, but we don't have time to find him now."

"It's okay." He Shenyan shook his head calmly. "I have a way."

A blue light emerged from the darkness, and Gustav stared in shock at what was in front of him. He originally thought that this oriental man was a noble who had traveled from afar, but now it seems that his idea is simply wrong.

That poised attitude came not from his blood, but from his strength.

He Shenyan raised his right hand, where a blue light was slowly blooming. It was shaped into a whistle from nothing in seconds, and the mage blew it by placing it to his mouth.

There was no sound coming from it. Gustav watched this scene with bated breath. He didn't know what would happen next, but Geralt pulled him behind him like a prophet, a circular orange shield. The shield completely enveloped him and Gustav.

"Don't scream," Geralt whispered to him.

The next second, a sharp roar came from the darkness deep in the sewers. Also, something seemed to be flying towards them with flapping wings. Gustav couldn't see, but he could hear them flying, not one, not two.

Rather... a bunch.

He Shenyan stepped forward and stood leisurely in front of the witcher and Gustav. The blue light disappeared, replaced by a soft white light source rising from behind him, illuminating everything and allowing Gustav to see everything.

One, two, three... He trembled as he saw seven monsters, squatting obediently on the ground, bowing their heads in front of the man.

The smallest of them are all the size of a calf, and one of them is even bigger than his size. Without eyes, a large mouth takes up three-quarters of their face, which is full of fangs. The body was bare, showing a bloodless coldness.

With just one glance, Gustav almost fell to the ground.

"Mr. Gustav, you should take a good look at what they look like. This is a very rare scene."

Geralt's bad taste came into play again. He said to Gustav: "You know, bat-winged demons mainly use their teeth and claws to fight. Their attack methods are quite crazy, they don't care about any attacks on themselves, they only know how to blindly attack the enemy, even if the enemy dies. It will not stop. UU reading www.uukanshu.com”

"Even the thinnest bat-wing demon is powerful enough to take out a well-trained soldier. I have seen a bat-wing demon attack a human army, and fifteen well-trained soldiers It was torn to shreds in three minutes."

The witcher saw Gustav's fear with satisfaction, and then saw something that surprised him even more.

He found that although Gustav was afraid, there was another emotion on his face.

"She—" Gustav gasped. "—She lives in this environment? With these... these things? God **** it! What the **** did they do to bring her into this situation!"

He Shenyan took a step forward, ignoring the small noise coming from behind. He stroked the largest bat-winged demon, and slid his fingers across its forehead like a sharp scalpel. The bat-winged demon still knelt on the spot as if he didn't know anything.

"Very good, then, let's go." He Shenyan nodded to them. "Search for traces...but don't let her find out. When it's done, just kill yourself."

He lightly issued a mission that the bat-winged IQ would never understand, and the mindless creatures carried it out faithfully, and they soon threw themselves into the darkness again.

"Now, just wait." He Shenyan turned around and spread his hands to the two of them. "If you want me to tell you, Geralt, you should really let go of your bad taste."

"what?"

The witcher also tried to get over the lake, but it didn't work at all.

The mage shook his head: "Your monster illustration book is indeed very skilled, but you should look at Mr. Gustav's expression now. You didn't realize that he was about to faint?"