Chapter 396 I Talked to a Wizard
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
As John killed magical creatures during this time, his reputation gradually spread.
Furi stared at the dark hair like it was John's business card.
"Black witcher?" John was taken aback.
He was also rumored to have a cool name.
"It was a village at first, and you killed the werewolf," Fu Rui was very interested in John. "It is rumored that you killed fifteen ogre monsters by yourself."
Furi said to the boss, "Give our friend a beer."
The boss pinched his waist and stared at John, and said coldly, "We don't serve drinks to monsters here."
"Trust me," Fu Rui turned her head to face the boss and said in the same voice, "You'd better listen to me."
The boss looked ugly, but he did it in the end.
John is not surprised that his boss calls himself a monster, after all, people are like that.
When you have power beyond the crowd, you are either considered a god or a monster.
Apparently the Witcher has a bad reputation in this day and age.
After sitting down, the blonde beauty Fu Rui leaned over.
She ran her fingers over the sturdy bear hide and exclaimed, "How did you kill it?"
"With a sword, its eyes are weak."
The boss brought the beer, and John actually wanted to say that he just wanted a glass of water.
But thinking that this is a tavern, he took a sip of beer.
"You are very young, all the witchers I know are a handful of years old, and your hair."
Furi rested her cheek on her hand and stared sideways at John's face.
The main reason is that John is too young, completely different from those demon hunters who have experienced vicissitudes.
Perhaps because of Fu Rui's pressure, the boss brought up the meal that John ordered just now.
The venison in red wine was placed on the table.
"If it wasn't for that sword, I wouldn't even recognize you as a witcher." With her fingers twisting a piece of venison and putting it into her mouth, Fu Rui's eyes flashed strangely.
John asked: "You said you can exchange for a bounty, where is it?"
He silently pushed the food towards Fu Rui, frowning indistinctly.
I don't know if I wash my hands.
Fu Rui was amused by John's little tricks. The witcher, who is away all the year round, still has a cleanliness?
She said: "There is a reward for the devil in the forest with the mayor. If you want to sell it, I can..."
"You killed the demon in the forest?"
There was a crisp sound behind him.
A little girl, with her hair tied into two braids, ran over and her eyes were shining.
She stared at the bear skin that could be used as a carpet, and said to John, "I can take you to receive the reward."
John paused, looked back at the little girl, and then at Fu Rui.
He stood up to leave.
"You should sell her something." Several men stood up and surrounded John faintly.
"You mean?" John glanced at Furi.
Fu Rui was a little annoyed, and said to those people: "I'm sorry."
She gave those people back with a look.
John shrugged, picked up the bearskin, and walked outside.
The little girl was very happy, and said to John as she walked, "My name is Marika."
"My name is Yadani, nice to meet you."
Walking out of the tavern, John went to the stables to bring Polo with him.
Put the bear skin on.
Marika asked curiously: "You are a demon hunter, so what monsters have you killed?"
"Werewolves, banshees? Or are there others?"
Children of this age seem to be equally curious.
Because in the busy city, John didn't ride a horse, but led the horse forward.
Marika led the way, and finally came to the bottom of a round tower.
John knocks on the door, and Marika stays outside with Polo.
However, John found that something was wrong with the door.
"magic?"
He stared at the magic wave above, and walked straight in.
His body went straight through the closed gate, as if he had crossed platform nine and three-quarters.
"wizard."
He can be sure that this is not the mayor's house.
The other party intends to guide him to come to meet him, so he must have some plans.
After walking in, he saw a scene that was not suitable for children.
It was a garden, and it didn't look very serious.
But those are illusions.
As a child under the age of 16.
John's face was expressionless, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.
In an instant, his gaze was fixed on the approaching wizard.
The visitor fits the image of a wizard in the traditional sense.
Tall and thin, he wore a floor-length robe and held a long staff with a crystal ball on his head.
Sparse hair and a big beard, aquiline nose.
The wizard was locked on by the vertical pupil for a moment, and waved his hands again and again, "Hello witcher, my name is Stregobor."
"You may call me Master Stregobor."
Stregobor assures John that he means no harm.
However, John could perceive through spiritual magic that this person had a kind of malicious existence towards him.
A feeling of disgust.
John glanced around lightly, "Don't tell me, you are a mayor who knows magic."
Stregobor smiled and said, "Of course not. To be precise, I asked Marika to lure you here. She sometimes works for me."
As an invitation gesture, Stregobel invited John to walk together in this restricted garden.
"Of course, I will buy your bear skin."
The two of them were walking along the garden corridor, and Stregobel said, "People like you are not common in this part of the world."
John said lightly: "People like you are not common."
Stregobor frowned, but recovered quickly. He raised his eyebrows and said, "But I seem to remember that witchers don't have emotions."
John didn't speak, he felt that the distance was outrageous.
If you want to say that you have no emotions, then Dad Watson has something to say.
Stregobor added: "I am grateful that fate has brought you to me."
Is it fate that you have no points in your heart?
John looked at the wizard who was still talking, and was a little speechless, "Tell me, what is it?"
A wizard hid in the downtown area and was looking for a witcher. John didn't think he was looking for himself to pay his respects.
Stregobor nodded slightly, "Very smart, witcher, I do have something to ask you."
"I want you to do me one thing," said Stregobel.
"What monster?" John said.
After all, looking for a demon hunter has nothing to do other than kill monsters.
I am here to test, killing a few more monsters can also speed up my progress bar.
But he really guessed wrong.
"It was a man, a man called Fry," said Stregobel.
The two walked into the garden and stopped at the flower bed.
Stregobor said, "Have you ever heard of the Black Sun Curse?"
"You should know that besides killing monsters, witchers also kill..." John stared at Stregobel and said, "Wizards."
Stregobor's hairs stood on end at the words.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the unhappiness, and continued: "Lilit, the evil goddess of the night, there will be sixty girls wearing golden crowns who will dye the river red with blood to welcome her."
"I studied the girls born in the dark sun and found a terrible inner mutation in them. I tried to heal them and locked them in the tower for safety."
"But girls always die."
When Stregobor spoke, his expression was sacred, as if he was a defender of justice who saved mankind.
Unfortunately, nine out of ten sentences are false.
"Inner variation?" John thought thoughtfully.
Is the curse of the black sun a kind of blood curse?
Although there are many mutants in the wizarding world, this is the first time I have heard of a large-scale mutation.
"I performed autopsies on the girls, and I came up with the results from my analysis." Stregobor spoke with ease, and there was a hint of madness hidden.
"Eliminating these women is the lesser of two evils."
He looked at John expectantly, as if talking about not killing a life, but creating hope to save the world.
John looked calm and asked, "So, you want me to kill her? One life?"
In John's day, a human life, be it a wizard's or a Muggle's, was enough to keep a man in prison until he died.
Although this guy has a white beard similar to Dumbledore.
But compared with Dumbledore, this guy is simply the scum of the wizarding world.
Of course, this has something to do with the era.
But this attitude still makes people uncomfortable.
John approached Stregobor and said meaningfully: "Do you know, on my side, your behavior will be sent to Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" Stregobor looked puzzled, but he could hear that John didn't want to help.
So in order to convince John, he said: "Fu Rui has signs of mutation."
"Her stepmother told me she tortured a canary and strangled two puppies..."
"In order to ensure the safety of her family, I sent people to follow her, but found her dead body in the woods with a brooch."
"Later, I organized people to look for her, but she escaped."
The wizard who tried to convince John said sincerely: "She is not human, she is a monster."
"She has been following me for many years and wants revenge," he stared at John closely, "it is at this time that you have come, this is fate."
"The giant bear kills because of hunger, but she does it for pleasure. I can pay as much as I want to kill her."
"The life of the entire continent is hanging by a thread. Killing Fu Rui is the lesser of two evils!"
He stared at John, John thought for a while, and said casually, "None of my business."
The wizard was stunned, watching John leave without looking back.
...
"The first episode of the first season of the witcher, that garden is really not serious"
Furi stared at the dark hair like it was John's business card.
"Black witcher?" John was taken aback.
He was also rumored to have a cool name.
"It was a village at first, and you killed the werewolf," Fu Rui was very interested in John. "It is rumored that you killed fifteen ogre monsters by yourself."
Furi said to the boss, "Give our friend a beer."
The boss pinched his waist and stared at John, and said coldly, "We don't serve drinks to monsters here."
"Trust me," Fu Rui turned her head to face the boss and said in the same voice, "You'd better listen to me."
The boss looked ugly, but he did it in the end.
John is not surprised that his boss calls himself a monster, after all, people are like that.
When you have power beyond the crowd, you are either considered a god or a monster.
Apparently the Witcher has a bad reputation in this day and age.
After sitting down, the blonde beauty Fu Rui leaned over.
She ran her fingers over the sturdy bear hide and exclaimed, "How did you kill it?"
"With a sword, its eyes are weak."
The boss brought the beer, and John actually wanted to say that he just wanted a glass of water.
But thinking that this is a tavern, he took a sip of beer.
"You are very young, all the witchers I know are a handful of years old, and your hair."
Furi rested her cheek on her hand and stared sideways at John's face.
The main reason is that John is too young, completely different from those demon hunters who have experienced vicissitudes.
Perhaps because of Fu Rui's pressure, the boss brought up the meal that John ordered just now.
The venison in red wine was placed on the table.
"If it wasn't for that sword, I wouldn't even recognize you as a witcher." With her fingers twisting a piece of venison and putting it into her mouth, Fu Rui's eyes flashed strangely.
John asked: "You said you can exchange for a bounty, where is it?"
He silently pushed the food towards Fu Rui, frowning indistinctly.
I don't know if I wash my hands.
Fu Rui was amused by John's little tricks. The witcher, who is away all the year round, still has a cleanliness?
She said: "There is a reward for the devil in the forest with the mayor. If you want to sell it, I can..."
"You killed the demon in the forest?"
There was a crisp sound behind him.
A little girl, with her hair tied into two braids, ran over and her eyes were shining.
She stared at the bear skin that could be used as a carpet, and said to John, "I can take you to receive the reward."
John paused, looked back at the little girl, and then at Fu Rui.
He stood up to leave.
"You should sell her something." Several men stood up and surrounded John faintly.
"You mean?" John glanced at Furi.
Fu Rui was a little annoyed, and said to those people: "I'm sorry."
She gave those people back with a look.
John shrugged, picked up the bearskin, and walked outside.
The little girl was very happy, and said to John as she walked, "My name is Marika."
"My name is Yadani, nice to meet you."
Walking out of the tavern, John went to the stables to bring Polo with him.
Put the bear skin on.
Marika asked curiously: "You are a demon hunter, so what monsters have you killed?"
"Werewolves, banshees? Or are there others?"
Children of this age seem to be equally curious.
Because in the busy city, John didn't ride a horse, but led the horse forward.
Marika led the way, and finally came to the bottom of a round tower.
John knocks on the door, and Marika stays outside with Polo.
However, John found that something was wrong with the door.
"magic?"
He stared at the magic wave above, and walked straight in.
His body went straight through the closed gate, as if he had crossed platform nine and three-quarters.
"wizard."
He can be sure that this is not the mayor's house.
The other party intends to guide him to come to meet him, so he must have some plans.
After walking in, he saw a scene that was not suitable for children.
It was a garden, and it didn't look very serious.
But those are illusions.
As a child under the age of 16.
John's face was expressionless, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.
In an instant, his gaze was fixed on the approaching wizard.
The visitor fits the image of a wizard in the traditional sense.
Tall and thin, he wore a floor-length robe and held a long staff with a crystal ball on his head.
Sparse hair and a big beard, aquiline nose.
The wizard was locked on by the vertical pupil for a moment, and waved his hands again and again, "Hello witcher, my name is Stregobor."
"You may call me Master Stregobor."
Stregobor assures John that he means no harm.
However, John could perceive through spiritual magic that this person had a kind of malicious existence towards him.
A feeling of disgust.
John glanced around lightly, "Don't tell me, you are a mayor who knows magic."
Stregobor smiled and said, "Of course not. To be precise, I asked Marika to lure you here. She sometimes works for me."
As an invitation gesture, Stregobel invited John to walk together in this restricted garden.
"Of course, I will buy your bear skin."
The two of them were walking along the garden corridor, and Stregobel said, "People like you are not common in this part of the world."
John said lightly: "People like you are not common."
Stregobor frowned, but recovered quickly. He raised his eyebrows and said, "But I seem to remember that witchers don't have emotions."
John didn't speak, he felt that the distance was outrageous.
If you want to say that you have no emotions, then Dad Watson has something to say.
Stregobor added: "I am grateful that fate has brought you to me."
Is it fate that you have no points in your heart?
John looked at the wizard who was still talking, and was a little speechless, "Tell me, what is it?"
A wizard hid in the downtown area and was looking for a witcher. John didn't think he was looking for himself to pay his respects.
Stregobor nodded slightly, "Very smart, witcher, I do have something to ask you."
"I want you to do me one thing," said Stregobel.
"What monster?" John said.
After all, looking for a demon hunter has nothing to do other than kill monsters.
I am here to test, killing a few more monsters can also speed up my progress bar.
But he really guessed wrong.
"It was a man, a man called Fry," said Stregobel.
The two walked into the garden and stopped at the flower bed.
Stregobor said, "Have you ever heard of the Black Sun Curse?"
"You should know that besides killing monsters, witchers also kill..." John stared at Stregobel and said, "Wizards."
Stregobor's hairs stood on end at the words.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the unhappiness, and continued: "Lilit, the evil goddess of the night, there will be sixty girls wearing golden crowns who will dye the river red with blood to welcome her."
"I studied the girls born in the dark sun and found a terrible inner mutation in them. I tried to heal them and locked them in the tower for safety."
"But girls always die."
When Stregobor spoke, his expression was sacred, as if he was a defender of justice who saved mankind.
Unfortunately, nine out of ten sentences are false.
"Inner variation?" John thought thoughtfully.
Is the curse of the black sun a kind of blood curse?
Although there are many mutants in the wizarding world, this is the first time I have heard of a large-scale mutation.
"I performed autopsies on the girls, and I came up with the results from my analysis." Stregobor spoke with ease, and there was a hint of madness hidden.
"Eliminating these women is the lesser of two evils."
He looked at John expectantly, as if talking about not killing a life, but creating hope to save the world.
John looked calm and asked, "So, you want me to kill her? One life?"
In John's day, a human life, be it a wizard's or a Muggle's, was enough to keep a man in prison until he died.
Although this guy has a white beard similar to Dumbledore.
But compared with Dumbledore, this guy is simply the scum of the wizarding world.
Of course, this has something to do with the era.
But this attitude still makes people uncomfortable.
John approached Stregobor and said meaningfully: "Do you know, on my side, your behavior will be sent to Azkaban."
"Azkaban?" Stregobor looked puzzled, but he could hear that John didn't want to help.
So in order to convince John, he said: "Fu Rui has signs of mutation."
"Her stepmother told me she tortured a canary and strangled two puppies..."
"In order to ensure the safety of her family, I sent people to follow her, but found her dead body in the woods with a brooch."
"Later, I organized people to look for her, but she escaped."
The wizard who tried to convince John said sincerely: "She is not human, she is a monster."
"She has been following me for many years and wants revenge," he stared at John closely, "it is at this time that you have come, this is fate."
"The giant bear kills because of hunger, but she does it for pleasure. I can pay as much as I want to kill her."
"The life of the entire continent is hanging by a thread. Killing Fu Rui is the lesser of two evils!"
He stared at John, John thought for a while, and said casually, "None of my business."
The wizard was stunned, watching John leave without looking back.
...
"The first episode of the first season of the witcher, that garden is really not serious"
