"It seems you are still doing serious business." Geralt said to the mage beside him.
"I wonder what alchemy materials young people need. We have many northern specialties here!"
The mage still pretended not to recognize Geralt, and tried several times to break free from his arm without success. He was unable to deal with him as a magician, and now he had to delay for time to wait for support.
The blue wooden door leads to the underground floor. There is only a small rest hall and a long corridor. There are many wooden doors on both sides of the corridor. Geralt's keen sense of smell smells the strong smell of dried flowers and animal horns. It must be all here.
Warehouse and bedroom.
Geralt pushed the mage to sit on the sofa and leaned against a wine cabinet: "I want vampire ashes!"
The mage adjusted his robes. He was more than ten years older than Geralt and could not lose his dignity: "Young man, you have experienced female vampires before. We only have living ones here, not dead ones."
Geralt stared into his eyes: "What's your name?"
"Just call me Jason." The mage answered calmly.
He kept saying his name but not his last name. Geralt knew that their support would arrive soon. He drew out the Siren Sword from behind and held it in his hand: "Jason, we are all mages. We were wreaking havoc on the mainland eight years ago."
Of the vampires, only two were left and both were imprisoned in Tyrosh."
Jason nodded and put his hands on his knees, ready to resist whenever Geralt dared to make a move.
Geralt: "Then where did you get the six female vampires here?"
"I have no idea."
Geralt: "I sensed vampire ashes here when I came here. Where did you transport them now?"
"I have no idea."
Geralt: "Who is your superior?"
"I have no idea."
Even though he was tall, Geralt was still a young man of only 13 years old. The mage's three consecutive denials completely angered him, and he quickly walked towards the mage.
The mage raised his hands and pointed them at Geralt. His palms glowed red and the magic power began to gather. A scream sounded like a woman about to die.
Ah~~~! The ear-piercing scream caused the magic power in the mage's body to become disordered, and the magic that was about to be launched scattered into two groups of fireworks. When he came to his senses, Geralt's sword was already on his neck.
There was a stinging pain in both ears. The mage raised his hand and touched his right ear, and bright red blood was all over his hands.
"Siren Sword! You are Geralt!" The mage could no longer pretend, and would be beheaded by this impulsive young man at any time now: "Killing people in our place without evidence and without trial will be the same as yours.
Become a criminal! Geralt, put down your arms and let’s talk!”
Geralt calmed down after hearing his words, but the sword was still on the opponent's neck: "Those female vampires are the evidence! Six of them, how did they transform?"
"Master Witte has always been fair. Even if you rely on your status as his adopted son, you can't mess around!" The mage stared at the smoky black sword, still refusing to give in.
"My achievements today and my acquisition of the Siren Sword are not due to my status as an adopted son!"
After Geralt finished speaking, he raised his left hand and grabbed it with five fingers spread out on the mage's face. A white light lit up: "I'll ask you an answer!"
"I know." The mage slowly lowered his hands, his eyes blurred.
Withdrawing his arm, Geralt began to ask: "Where do female vampires come from?"
"My women come from all over the world, and I only know that they all transformed voluntarily." The mage's head was still glowing with white light.
"Which vampire transformed him?" Geralt concluded that there was a vampire developing descendants.
Wizard: "There are no vampires."
"No vampires?" Geralt slapped him in the face: "Created from stone?"
"Really not! Take them to the guest room upstairs. When they come out, they will be vampires. None of our mages have detected the presence of undead creatures inside before."
It seems that the mage is telling the truth. He does not rely on biting to develop descendants? Geralt gritted his teeth. This skinned family has never done anything good.
"Let me ask you again, where do the vampire ashes sold come from?"
"Provided by Lord Roose Bolton."
"The Dreadfort in the North!" Geralt was very surprised: "Does that mean the female vampires and ashes here are two different suppliers?"
"I'm just a small steward, and I don't know much about the operations at the top. I only know that the female vampire that Duke Werther captured from outside the Great Wall was not executed at the Dreadfort, but Count Roose Bolton bought other ashes for her.
Called Robb for business."
"Damn thing!" Geralt began to worry that the Dreadfort might be full of vampires.
Bang! The blue wooden door outside the small hall was violently opened, and a dozen mages wearing various robes rushed in.
"Stop! Remove the magic quickly!" The leader saw the white light on the mage's head.
"He has admitted to the crime of developing vampire descendants! There is still living evidence here. Will you surrender yourself to the Magic Management Committee, or will I take your heads?" Seeing so many mages coming in, Geralt stepped back a few steps.
step.
"White-haired boy, my name is Bol, I am the person in charge here!" This man was wrapped with a red and white venomous snake with a thick wrist. The snake's head was on his shoulder, facing Geralt, baring two fangs and spitting.
Forked tongue.
"Boll, another villain with a fake name, hiding his head and tail!" Geralt began to observe him carefully.
With black hair and a long beard, a mage robe woven with gold thread, and a battle ax engraved with inscriptions in his hand, coupled with the poisonous snake on his body, he is a wealthy skinchanger from the north.
"Are you southerners so rude?" Seeing Geralt's eyes, Bol also activated the ability to change shape, and his eyes gradually turned into snake-like vertical pupils.
"It's just me!" The opponent was outnumbered and the shapechanger was not easy to mess with, so Geralt withdrew his sword.
"Geralt of Tyrosh, haha, you dare to investigate in depth alone without even knowing the strength of your opponent. Should I praise you for being brave, or for being young and ignorant?" As soon as Bol finished speaking, the hand on his shoulder
The viper suddenly raised its head, and two tiny jets of venom spurted out from its fangs and flew towards Geralt.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Buzz~~ Geralt raised his arm, and a huge thrust came forward from his palm, blowing the carpet, furniture, and venom in the air together with the ground.
The dust was pushed out together.
"Fuck!" Before the smoke and dust cleared, Geralt saw a dozen fireballs passing through the dust and heading towards him.
There were ordinary fireballs and explosive fireballs. There was no way to avoid them in this narrow place, so Geralt could only hold up a magic shield to block them.
"Strange magic shield!"
Geralt's magic shield is different from other mages. It is a sphere that surrounds the whole body. The orange shield blocks all magic attacks and even his clothes are not damaged. Bol couldn't help but sigh to himself.
Fireballs continued to explode on the magic shield, round after round, and ice picks and lightning began to join in.
The color of Geralt's magic shield gradually faded, from the original orange to light yellow. When one person fights for magic power with more than a dozen magicians, even if he is two levels higher, he cannot withstand such consumption.
And the strongest shapechanger was still standing there. Geralt looked over through the magic shield and saw Bol looking at him with a smile, and the inscription on the battle ax in his hand also lit up blue.
"I surrender!" Geralt shouted.
The magic was still attacking, and it was not until Bol saw that the magic shield was about to break that he said: "Stop!"
As soon as the magic attack stopped, Geralt fell to the ground out of exhaustion and gasped for air. Two magicians came over and took off his weapons, and put thick iron shackles on Geralt's hands and feet. Then they removed Geralt's hands and feet.
Lott found a bunch of glass vials on his body, all of which were filled with strange alchemical potions.
Bol picked up the Siren Sword and started to play with it without stopping: "Young man, when you were attacked by magic, you had many opportunities to crack it, but unfortunately you missed them all. You are still far from being able to stand alone!"
Geralt lowered his head. He had fought against ordinary humans before, relying on his magic to easily defeat him. This was the first time he faced attacks from so many magicians in battle, and he completely forgot about his usual training.
Skills, just keep stupidly fighting each other's magic power.
"Lord Bol, what should we do with him? He is Werther's adopted son?" asked the mage, covering his ears.
"There is a detection tower in White Harbor City, and the mage inside takes our money. All we have to do is report the increase or decrease of vampires in the city. But the sudden disappearance of any human mage's reaction will trigger an investigation, let alone Geralt.
, let’s transport him out of the city first.”
There was no need to die immediately, Geralt's body relaxed.
At this time Boll's eyes turned yellow again.
Aww~~~A long-lasting wolf howl penetrated the building and reached here.
Geralt: "The Two-Shaped!"
Bol raised a finger and waved it in front of Geralt's eyes. A small head with a sharp beak emerged from his pocket. It was a little raven that could not fly without all its feathers.
"By the way, we have also arrested your three buddies who are about to freeze to death. Fortunately, you are still Werther's adopted son. You are having fun with women inside while letting your subordinates freeze outside. It is completely unlike your adoptive father's style."
Geralt became anxious and shouted angrily: "Who the hell are you!"
Apart from factors such as illiteracy, inability to keep up with training, injuries, and other factors, the Three-Shaped Ones of the natural magic faction should have about the same theoretical strength as Qyburn, and they cannot remain unknown.
Bol pinched Geralt's chin with his calloused palm, and looked at each other with two pairs of equally peculiar eyes: "You think I'm stupid for telling you my real name! Block his mouth and take him away!"
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Baigang has two major port areas, the larger one is for sea-going ships, and the other is a smaller port for inland river ships.
Early the next morning, a group of magicians boarded a boat entering the White Blade River.
A dozen city defense troops belonging to Earl Mandalay were inspecting the goods on the ship one by one, and several tax officials were chatting with Bol and other magicians on the deck.
"Geralt! Why didn't the guard respond?"
Bronn kept hitting the iron cage with the shackles on his hands, making a very loud sound, but the soldiers in front of him turned a blind eye.
"We have a magic circle surrounding our iron cage, which blocks out all sounds. All the soldiers see is a pile of rotten wood." Geralt's limbs were locked to the iron frame.
"Aren't you also a magician? Think of something!" Sandor's deep voice came from the side. He was too tall, so he enjoyed the same treatment as Geralt, and was locked on another iron frame. Only
The lean Bronn and the thin Jia Kun were still able to move around in the iron cage even though they were shackled.
"Come on, come on, look at my lock. It's made of fine steel! Before I could destroy it with magic, I was killed by magic in advance!" Only now did Geralt understand what General Werther said. The magician
It's not a panacea.
Jia Kun sat cross-legged on the ground: "Will they execute us after we leave the city?"
Bronn did not answer him, but scolded Geralt: "You only accepted twenty golden dragons from you, and the three of us were killed!"
Geralt shrugged: "Save some energy, maybe you can still find a chance to give it a try."