Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1458 1430. Better

Wearing a yellow linen top, blue linen pants with leggings, a pair of muddy boots, and a small bag on her shoulder.

The whole body is cheap, the green stubble is flat, and the appearance is unkempt.

The hawkers in any city probably have this sloppy behavior.

But this man who looked like a slovenly hawker walked around whistling without changing his expression, watching the once powerful and powerful mage beside him crawling cruelly and painfully on the ground without any emotion.

"Gaunt O'Dimm!"

Vilgefortz almost shouted the name from his painful throat.

But it was more like some kind of catharsis of pain. He didn't even turn his head to look at Gunter O'Dimm.

Instead, he stared at the road he was about to climb, focused and fierce.

"I'm always at your disposal, dear Lord Vilgefortz."

[Mirror Master], or as Lan En calls him, [Glass Boy].

At this time, he was still smiling leisurely.

He even bent down and bowed to Vilgefortz crawling on the ground like a bad court jester.

"You obviously knew it all along, as long as you gave the order."

"Crack!"

He snapped his fingers briefly, and all the candles and stoves in the castle suddenly lit up.

"It's that simple, and you can regrow the flesh and bones of your body."

"Why bother? Why bother?"

"Crawling through it like a maggot in a manure pit?"

"With your crystal cultivation technology, it will take at least a day and a half to cultivate that whole body of flesh and bones. Finally, you can cast a spell to heal the splicing. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the pain of going to hell, right?"

Gunter O'Dimm spoke slowly, but Vilgefortz still ignored him.

For crystal cultivation technology, Widget Fortz also has a set of equipment.

He is a genius among the warlocks, and his previous authority and status were really among the highest. It is not difficult to understand this project that has been expanding and recruiting people.

At most, it is only one or two versions behind people like Lan En who are at the forefront of specialized field research.

After learning, he can set up his own set. With the Nilfgaard Empire as his back, the resources may be much more abundant than those of the northern warlocks, and it will be easy for him.

It's a pity that his assistant Lydia has died in Aretussa, otherwise he would be much more relaxed now.

"I know, I know." Gaunt O'Deim was like a bargaining merchant, babbled to the embarrassed Wigfortz, "You don't want to owe me a favor, you want to say that you know that I am What kind of existence.”

"But haven't you already used this Di Jing? There is only one more use left."

The invisible and bound air element interface spirit, the abstract human face in the whirlwind of light, showed fear and distortion when Gaunt O'Dem talked about it.

The immortal elemental creatures looked a bit like frightened quails at this moment!

"I don't owe you anything! Get out of here!"

Vilgefortz struggled to maintain his logical thinking amidst the immense pain.

"Of course, for now, of course." Gunter O'Dimm was not angry at all, "After all, this is a benefit that I took the initiative to deliver to my door."

But the so-called early benefits can always pay for themselves in the later stages.

Mirror Master, who recently traveled to other worlds and played around, thought indifferently.

As soon as he changed his hands, he had already taken out another bottle from his tattered little shoulder bag.

This bottle is still stained with fresh sea water and water plants, and it looks ordinary.

Only the metal cap of this bottle is exactly the same as the pendant on Wilgefortz's waist—the icons of a broken cross and a nine-pointed star are engraved on it!

This is exactly what Joffrey Munch’s collection of bottles of Dijin looks like!

A new one! The trapped Di Jing who hasn’t opened the seal yet!

Three new wishes, endless chaos magic, are in this small bottle.

The Mirror Master took a few steps forward and placed the bottle on the ground where Wilgefortz would crawl.

It's like playing with a donkey.

"You see, the djinn in fairy tales only gives people three wishes. But I will give you the djinn directly."

Di Jing is indeed the prototype of the djinn in this magical medieval fairy tale.

But in this regard, Wigefortz just continued to crawl stubbornly, and was about to push the Dijing bottle aside with a wave of his hand.

"I don't owe you anything!"

He gritted his teeth and emphasized while stumbling.

The bottle was pushed over and rolled to the side.

Gunter O'Dimm, on the other hand, kept rolling the bottle as if he were playing football, and continued to walk beside Wigefortz.

He seemed to have said unintentionally: "Yes, you are very confident, which is a valuable quality. But the question is: if you really succeeded according to the plan, Lord Vilgefortz, why didn't you inform him back?" And you?"

Speaking obscure words, Mirror Master's words made Wigefortz, who was originally moving forward persistently, freeze for a moment.

"After all, if you really succeed, this kind of thing is very simple to do, isn't it?" ". Nonsense." After silence, the wizard said with difficulty, "The laws of time and space, the limitations of cause and effect and logic, There are as many reasons why 'I' don't come to see 'me'. If you want to hear it, I can tell you ten more!"

"No, you don't need to tell me." Gunter O'Dimm spread his hands casually, "After all, these things are all your deductions and guesses. I'm not very interested."

What humans can only deduce logically, Gunter O'Deim can really do if he wants to.

"I'm just recommending one of my businesses to you. If you have a sense of crisis, I feel like I will be more relaxed."

Vilgefortz sneered on his face stained with blood and mud, just intending to treat the other party's words as flies flying in his ears.

But the other party’s business.

"Just let me see how Lan En made you like this, Lord Vilgefortz."

The legendary mirror master spoke in a condescending voice.

The wizard's body shook as he struggled to crawl.

The bottle of Dijing that he had just pushed away suddenly stood in front of him without any trace or sound.

"I just want to know this, and then the bottle will be yours."

"You." Regardless of his body being in more pain, Vilgefortz barely raised his head on the ground and looked up at the other person, "You don't know? You actually have something you don't know? He is in Gos Velen. Don’t even know?”

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Gunter Odim folded his hands on his chest and shook his head sincerely.

"Distance has never been the key to us. The key is that he is...well, how should I say? Protected by some kind of power. Of course, I don't force you to understand the profound mystery. I just ask you Just explaining the contents of this transaction.”

As he spoke, Mirror Master showed an elusive smile.

"Or, you can also use this news as an incentive? After all, since there is something I don't know about, there must be a way for people to escape their debts from me, right?"

He said this almost seductively.

Vilgefortz, on the other hand, let the huge wound press on the ground and turned sideways to look up at him. He didn't sneer until the wound was pressed until a large pool of blood flowed out.

"I make a wish:."

Di Jing's magic power was forcibly mobilized by the wishing spell.

This is the last wish-making spell on this Di Jing. If the huge and unreasonable chaotic magic power is used to restore it in the form of a wish, it is enough to create a body out of thin air!

Human flesh and bones, living and dead!

After completing this wishing technique, the Di Jing will regain its freedom and return to the air element interface.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Vilgefortz pulled off the bottle cap pendant from his waist and threw it away like trash. He had something better.

—

"Do you know what you are asking of me?"

In Aretussa, which had roughly regained its composure, Lan En stood leaning against the wall with his arms folded outside the dean's bedroom, speaking seriously to the two sorceresses Triss and Margarita.

At this time, the smell of blood was still floating in the academy. Most of it was the blood smell of the Scoia'tael, and a small number of them were the wounded who were unable to use the teleportation technique and were left to recuperate.

The apprentices who were originally placed in Gos Velen to vacate their rooms now returned to the campus in fear.

Arethusa is still closed to the king and the people in the city hall, but the academy itself is enough to clean up the scene.

Bodies and blood were cleaned, using magic.

Only the wooden handrails of the corridors and spiral staircases were occasionally touched with marks from swords and burr holes where arrows had been inserted and then pulled out.

But with just a magic spell, these flaws will immediately be hidden under the illusion, just like always.

In the Glorious Corridor, the paintings recording the glory and changes of the warlock group still overlook everyone passing by the corridor.

"This is not a request! This is a plea!" Margarita said equally seriously, "I beg you to save my teacher and best friend! Save Tissaya!"

Lan En turned to look at the red-haired sorceress.

But he found Triss looking at him equally seriously.

Tissaya is also her teacher.

"Go to bed with her once and leave her with a happy blank mind without thinking about anything."

Triss held Lan En's hand, caressed it and whispered.

"She's so paranoid, honey. If this continues, I'm really afraid that Tisaya will hurt herself, or even..."

She even couldn't speak at this point.

"Whether it's out of personal feelings or the interests of the academy and wizards, nothing can happen to Tisaya."

Margarita now had a different frivolous and charming look on her face.

The current dean is indeed extravagant, casual and lazy in style, but there is no doubt that he dared to go deep into Wellen privately for a missing female student.

College and students are the most important things in her life.

And the more critical the moment her life and death depended on it, the more serious she became.

"Gedemitis had his heart cut open. Although he is healed now, he still has to rest. His prestige has also been reduced as a result. We cannot afford to lose Tisaya!"

"I can already imagine that in a few days there will be news that the kings do not trust the warlocks, but at this time, the more we must be without deterrence! Tisaya and Gedimitis are our deterrents force!"

Margarita grabbed [Smaug] by the collar, stood on tiptoes and pulled Lan down at the same time.

She bit the Witcher's lip almost ferociously, and didn't let go until she couldn't breathe.

"Huh~" Margarita's moist lips were still reflective, close to Lan En's ear, "You are just having sex!"