Chapter 63 63. Cheers, madam!
Margarita Laux Andile.
One of the most powerful women in the world is also one of the most beautiful women in the world.
Her noble family and unparalleled magical wisdom have allowed her to achieve her current status.
But now, a lot of muscle had been cut off from her two calves, her body was dirty and smelly, and she could only huddle in a wooden cage with the bones of her students.
The high fever that persists in her body, and the fact that she can be infected under such a wound for so many days and still not die, already shows that a top sorceress has extraordinary magical power and physical strength.
But it was still of no use. The high fever and the pain of festering wounds still tortured her, making her unable to cast spells.
This is the reason why powerful kings treat magical power equally.
Ignorant people only think that the magic power of the mages is so powerful that it can even wipe out an order of knights on the frontal battlefield.
But those familiar with the matter know very well that in order to prevent the mage from releasing spells, in addition to expensive magic-blocking gold, it may even only require a bout of dysentery.
Diarrhea, vomiting, colic. Guys who dare to forcefully cast spells in this state usually end up in the academy because of the backlash of their magic power.
Of course, the greater possibility is that the chaotic magic scattered in the world cannot be mobilized at all.
The basis of spellcasting is concentration.
If a spell is not turned into an instinctive reaction that drives breathing, then a distraction and violent chaotic magic will twist the mage into an unspeakable mass.
A powerful and resourceful mage will make a lot of preparations to maintain his condition.
Poison-removing potions, disease-removing potions, pain-relieving ointments, magic amulets. Ordinary people can't imagine how much money a mage would spend on these things.
But now, there is nothing around Margarita.
So, the noble Margarita, the beautiful Margarita, the powerful Margarita
This period of time can only be like a hen waiting to be slaughtered , stay in the cage.
Even she herself is about to accept that she will die as "food" in the future.
Until she saw a young witcher leaving and returning.
The camp was already in chaos, with armed men holding torches gathering towards the little demon hunter like a long dragon.
Margarita could only see Lan En’s side face from below in the cage.
The firelight shone on that exotic face, unexpectedly showing no panic or regret.
Instead, he just calmly looked at the enemies who were laughing wantonly.
It was as if he really believed that he could fight his way out of here.
Are you kidding? He's just a witcher!
No. Margarita smiled miserably, remembering the embarrassed look when Lan En came to her cage for the first time.
His head and face are covered with blood, and he has a reserve of common sense that he doesn’t know about the warlock’s questions.
His skills are surprisingly good, but the most important reserve of knowledge is a mess.
This is just an apprentice who has never even started as a master.
Expect an apprentice to fight his way out of a camp full of armed enemies? I am really frustrated and crazy.
But inexplicably, when the young apprentice said to himself, "I want to try to struggle," a strange sense of trust arose spontaneously.
He will not die here.
Magic? Trump card? Or a curse?
Not sure.
Margarita lowered her head. She was tortured by pain and high fever and could not even cast a spell, let alone explore the principle.
But since you are not simple, then give it a try!
"What do you want me to do? Let me state in advance that my current state is no longer possible."
"Is it 'unable to cast spells' or 'limited spellcasting'? Tell me clearly!"< br>
Before Margarita could finish speaking, Lan En let out a low growl.
He deflected an arrow with the armor on his wrist, and cut another in mid-air with the sword in his hand.
A series of actions caused the enemies to exclaim, and then made them more interested in "bear hunting".
Lan En did not believe that the world's top sorceress would be directly restricted to the point of completely losing her ability to cast spells.
Even if there were really the world's top powerful mages in this camp, the gap between the top and the top shouldn't be this big! Margarita was surprised by the other person's sharp thinking.
How could a person who didn't even have common sense about mages discover the difference between these two states in such a short period of time?
"I can only do some tricks now! Do you know the tricks? It's as weak as your seal, and it can't even last twenty seconds!"
Because of this situation, Ma Greta is trapped here.
In twenty seconds, she can take away several lives. But this only makes her final death a little more miserable.
However, Lan En, who was leaning against the cage, grinned in relief.
"Twenty seconds, even ten seconds is enough."
"What did you say?"
Margarita thought she heard wrong.
Ten seconds? What can you do in ten seconds?
Lan En did not respond to her doubts.
“Come on, mage, put on a shield.”
‘Use a shield’? Do you mean magic protection?
Margarita thinks this statement is interesting, easy to understand and relaxed at the same time.
But now. Is it really a relaxing time?
No matter what, the sorceress frowned and tried her best to block the physical pain. She briefly concentrated her consciousness and mobilized the chaotic magic power of disorder.
A spherical shield like twisted air covered Lan En and Wooden Cage.
A crossbow arrow hit it just at this moment, and the wooden shaft of the crossbow made a crisp snapping sound.
Lan En slowly knelt down and sat on the ground.
This is the posture for witchers to meditate and rest, but at the same time, it is also the posture in which they can absorb the power of medicine most easily.
"If I rescue you this time, will Aretuza give me a reward?"
Lan took out two vials from the alchemical leather bag, turned around and asked the sorceress with a smile.
At this time, Margarita's face was distorted in order to maintain the shield.
There are ten seconds of shield left, and the enemies outside the shield are still laughing and shooting crossbows, or running over with long swords and hammers.
But the witcher didn't even look at them seriously now.
Margarita pursed her lips. Even though the magic cream covered her charm, others could still feel the plumpness of her lips.
She boasts that she has met most of the noble people on this continent.
She has seen both the imperial nobles in the south and the kingdom nobles in the north.
But putting oneself in danger for the sake of others is not righteous and righteous in the process, and it is not regarded as a noble honor.
On the contrary, he was relaxed and didn't care at all. She had never seen such a person.
Is this the "chivalry" of his hometown? Or the "chivalry" of the witcher? Margarita couldn't understand.
But she understands one thing -
You are not doing these things for the glory of the world, right, witcher.
You are just doing what you want to do.
“You will become a friend of Arethusa.”
The sorceress looked seriously at the cat eyes.
“In the name of Margarita Laux Andrea!”
The young witcher laughed and raised the hand holding the bottle, as if to Holding a wine glass.
"Hahaha, what an honor. Then in your name, cheers! Madam!"
Like a toast, after finishing speaking, the two bottles were empty.
Toxins as black as ink crawled up his cheeks along the blood vessels.
Opening his eyes, there were no amber vertical pupils on the eyeballs but a deep black!
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(End of this chapter)