Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 38

After He Shenyan proved that he is fully capable of conducting the grass trial, what he needs now is a witcher apprentice and the materials of 'green grass'. Forktail Spinal Fluid, Flying Lion Venom Gland, Tongue of Albino Vampire, Oyster, Psyllium Longifolia, Datura Root.

The latter three can be found in Kermorhan's basement, but the first three are more difficult to find.

Fork-tailed dragons are dragon-like creatures that get their name from the long, pointed protrusions at the end of their tails. Even oak shields can be split in half when struck by their tails—not to mention the shield-holding hand. Although its name may only sound like a tableware, the general outcome of its battle is not a dinner feast, and it may well end in death.

There are few descriptions of the flying lion monsters. They have "two horns on their head", "flesh wings on the sides of their bodies", and "lion's side hair". The descriptions are very general, and they don't even mention where to look for them. The vampire banshee is very detailed, so detailed that He Shenyan even thinks the author of this book has something to do with them.

The Vampire Banshee is a kind of agile humanoid vampire monster. It is a creature that appeared after the meeting of the celestial sphere and an intruder in our world. She looked like a beautiful woman in a cloak, who haunted the ruins. With pale skin and dark hair, they are sullen and beautiful, but they are deadly when attacked—they are extremely agile and emit a dizzying shriek. She usually finds victims to be lovers and a constant source of supplies.

Vampire banshees are fairly rare creatures. They are rarely found in caves and caves where most monsters haunt, but instead wander among deserted towns and ruins. Many vampire banshees live at some distance from the crowds, as they are quite mindful of their own safety and prefer to nest in places where they will not be attacked.

There are even habits.

He Shenyan closed the book with a strange expression. He didn't care who wrote the book, and he didn't care how he knew about these things. The black-robed mage just wanted to find the necessary materials and start experimenting. He couldn't hold back his curiosity. He had a hunch that he might be able to improve the formula of 'green grass' and add something else into it.

Geralt couldn't sit still on the third day after He Shenyan left. He had read all the bulletin boards in the city, and there was not a single request about the witcher - it was all about dog hunting and lost and found stuff. Things, he can't really come to the door with two swords on his back and offer himself: Hello, I'm a witcher, is it the dog you lost?

He intends to go for a walk outside the city.

Like most cities, Rivia's towering walls are surrounded by farmland, and several small and large villages are located nearby. Geralt rode his 'radish' to the nearest one. This village is neither big nor small. There is a sheep pen at the head of the village, and some chickens are raised in it. Many people who came and went looked at this hooded man with vigilant eyes.

Geralt was in no mood to pay attention to their eyes, he just walked to the bulletin board to see if he could take a chance - his luck was good.

Among the piles of signs like 'My rake is broken' and 'The cart needs repair', a relatively new one caught his attention.

"It's best if you need someone with courage, or you're a witcher. In short, if you think you can do this job, please come to Balls Manor quickly."

It was very general, neither what happened nor what happened to him. And this Balls Manor...

Geralt recalled a manor he saw not far from the city when he was out of the city. Just a glimpse made him deeply impressed by the manor—without him, the place would be too desolate.

The lawn was left unattended, and a large area of ​​farmland withered away. There was no sign of being inhabited. Pedestrians didn't even want to approach the road. There were crows roaming on the red roof of the main building of the manor.

Will it be there?

The witcher turned his head and glanced at the villagers. He didn't think they would be kind enough to show him the way. He simply planned to turn around and go back to find out. He saw a sign on a path not far from the manor. The spider spun a web behind the sign, and the handwriting was blurred, but he could still recognize it. It was the five words 'Polls Manor'.

The witcher once again looked up at the magnificent but desolate and dilapidated manor. He rode his horse and walked slowly, the horse's hooves raising a pile of dust behind him.

Just as soon as he entered, he felt an ominous feeling lingering in his heart. As if he was cursed just by entering this land, using that road as the dividing line, the witcher found that the ground had even changed color, no longer the color of dirt, but a charred black. His face under the hood became serious.

He continued to walk forward, and a voice stopped him: "Hey! You, stop!"

Geralt rode his horse and turned around~www.mtlnovel.com~ A bald old man with a wooden stick in his hand stopped him from the side. The old man approached a little. Said: "You... are you alive?"

Geralt nodded.

The old man was not at ease, so he walked in again, and then he felt relieved. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained, "What are you doing here when you have nothing to do? Hurry up and leave!"

"I saw a notice..."

"Ah, I know. The notice from Balls Manor! Take my advice, young man, you have a long life, get out of here. Seven people took this commission before you, and they were all dead. I I haven't counted the Poles family with you, all the thirteen members of their family died here."

Geralt lowered his hood.

"I'm a witcher."

The old man's stick fell to the ground, he looked at the cat's eyes, closed his eyes and prayed: "This makes sense, a witcher..."

The old man said, "I'm their housekeeper, Guillermo. I've been the only one living here since the Perls family died, and only one of their little daughters ran away and put the notice with the money, It has been more than a year, and not only has this matter not been resolved, but more people have died."

"You don't seem very sad about their deaths."

"Of course! What am I doing so sad? If it wasn't for my debt to Bordeaux, how could I have run to be their housekeeper? Although he was treated quite well, I did well afterwards, so I didn't plan to leave."

"You are very talkative."

The old man rolled his eyes: "I haven't spoken to anyone for more than a year. I finally caught you, the unlucky bastard. If I don't talk to you, will it be possible to talk to your horse when you die?"

Chapter end