Chapter 70 70. Huge Support
“Are you scared?”
Lan En’s dodge seemed to make the other party more excited.
The sorceress laughed so hard that Lan En could only see white flowers in front of her eyes.
“DUANG-DUANG-”
"Mentos, there is no need for dubbing at this time!"
"Sir, this is the subconscious voice in your head, I just played it out."
"Anyway, stop it!"
"Okay, sir."
The gorgeous and charming sorceress smiled for a while and asked Lan En with a raised eyebrow.
"You're not really as big as you look, are you, little demon hunter? I remember that you guys also have a long lifespan."
Lan En pressed his chest and made a "squeaking" sound. The roaring bear head necklace does not speak.
“.Are you really a teenager?!”
This time it was Margarita’s turn to be shocked.
East Asian faces are naturally tender, and Lan En has not left any scars on his face since his debut. In Margarita's opinion, it would be good to be sixteen years old.
But after Margarita was stunned, the smile on her face became even more "malicious".
A teenager who just started training, no. Judging from his knowledge base, a demon hunter who hadn't even reached the point of departure could already defeat a camp of fifty people head-on!
Although no one in the camp wears armor, who can even say a word about this combat power?
Whether it is potential, fighting ability, personality or age, Margarita's interest in Lan En has greatly increased.
"Madam, it seems that your injury has been done."
"Call me Rita." Before Lan En could finish his greeting, the sorceress interrupted him.
Facing the witcher's astonishment, Margarita put her hands on the armrests of her wheelchair and smiled lightly with her chin on her head.
"You saved me and we are now friends, Lan. Close friends would call me Rita."
"Well, Rita."
Blue Well, I'm just not used to such aggressive gazes, but if I want to gradually get closer to a real-life beauty who would spend at least several thousand dollars to take photos, no man in the world would refuse.
So the young man asked the question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time.
"How did you get caught by those people?"
Lan En was very puzzled.
He thought there was a terrible archmage in the camp.
But with the will to "take people out even if they die", regardless of fighting all the way to the end, there is not even a person in the camp of armed thugs who can set off fireballs.
It is completely unimaginable how Margarita could be tortured into such a miserable state.
Margarita had no grudge at all about her miserable situation.
"I told you, Lan En. You lack common sense on how to deal with warlocks."
Facing the young man's exploratory eyes, the sorceress had a sense of instructiveness. student feelings.
“The release of magic requires concentration, not concentration in the general concept, but very, very strict concentration.”
Hold up a finger.
“For example, sprained feet or hiccups during spell casting can cause the spell to fail or cause unpredictable changes.”
“Before casting the spell, even if The warlock is just in a state of diarrhea, and his spells are most likely not of any concern. If he suffers from severe colic like acute gastroenteritis, he will not be able to cast spells."
"So, Lan En."
The sorceress spread her hands, and a larger area of fair skin appeared on her already open neckline, which made the young man couldn't help but nod.
"Even a powerful sorceress, if she is knocked unconscious by a few impromptu villains with slings while walking on the road, and wakes up to find that she has lost several kilograms of flesh, do you think she will still be able to survive?" Can you cast a spell?"
"Understood." Lan En nodded.
Looks like the Warlock is quite fragile.
After all, their tolerance and resistance to toxicity are similar to ordinary people.
Eating a croton can cause diarrhea, which is incomparable to a demon hunter who pours poison into his stomach as a BUFF.
In this cold world, young people feel a touch of warmth in their professional intensity after a long absence.
"What are your plans next, Lan?"
Margarita asked.
"You seem to be very anxious to deal with the toxins and take good care of your body. Is there anything else you have to do?"
At this point, Lan En's young man's sense of relief suddenly disappeared. disappear!
The cat's eyes were cold, and the palms that were originally resting on the velvet quilt suddenly clenched. "Ha"
"The accounts of those traffickers haven't been settled yet."
It was obviously a straightforward tone, but after Lan En finished speaking, Ma Greta felt that the room was colder out of thin air.
"Isn't it over yet? The news about the abduction and cannibalism case is probably still on the way to the crow's nest. I was unconscious at the time and didn't care about anything. Did someone escape?"
"It's not like 'someone' escaped." Lan En shook his head.
“The biggest fish was not caught at all!”
“The head-eater took more than twenty children directly onto the cargo ship.”
"I sent you here this time not just for detoxification and recuperation. I saved you, Rita. Aretuza College owes me a favor. I want to use this favor to ask for something from you, and then find the food leader. Otherwise, kill him and his buyers."
The sorceress looked at Lan En seriously.
That night in the camp, she had fully understood the witcher's will.
She admired the variant expression of "chivalry" in this man.
"There is no need for Aretuza's favor, little demon hunter. My injuries, as well as the life of my student, are also debts that the college has to collect."
"If If it’s you, then I would like to ask you to become the ‘debt collector’ of the college. We have a limit of 1,000 oren for the entire college. You can use it as you need.”
Margery. Ta waved his hand grandly and handed over the right to use a huge amount of funds to Lan En.
The most famous witch hunting commission in Temeria - to lift the princess's curse - only gave the witcher involved 3,000 Oren coins.
I heard that the senior demon hunter is called "White Wolf" or "Butcher".
The wheelchair turned and Margarita was ready to leave.
"Your equipment is in the storage box next to the bed. If you need anything, you can contact me directly. Get well."
As she walked to the door, the blonde beauty looked back and smiled.
"Then let the hunt begin, little witcher."
The door closed.
The wheelchair continued to slide forward. At Lan En's door, the old-fashioned sorceress walked beside the wheelchair.
"Are you interested in that witcher? That's good, much better than ordinary people. If nothing else happens, he can stay with you for at least hundreds of years."
With Margarita In comparison, the old-fashioned sorceress is dressed conservatively.
But the collar on the chest is still wide open on ordinary people, even aristocratic women.
"Revenge is necessary and necessary, but Rita, you have more important things to consider. You know what I'm talking about."
"Yes, Tissaya, yes Ah." Margarita responded distressedly.
In addition to her powerful magic power, she is actually not interested in the political games that sorcerers are keen on.
It can be called an outlier among warlocks.
"Now the situation in the south and north is becoming more and more unstable, so you want me to become the dean. With two dean-level warlocks, Aretuza's position will be more stable."
I like to have pure pleasure. Even more so, the sorceress who was fighting for power said in distress, with a hint of complaint in her tone.
Tisaya ignored this little emotion.
“I taught you, and I know what you are capable of. Your magic power is much higher than that of people like Philippa, Triss, and Keira who are addicted to political games. Neither do I. I like politics, but you must be clear, Rita."
Tissaya looked into her student's eyes, her delicate face as calm as the surface of a lake.
"We must protect Arethusa and protect the inheritance of magic."
"For this reason, you have to quickly deal with the accident in which you appeared outside the academy with injuries. This has brought a huge impact on the prestige of the academy. A blow. The dean-level warlock has been ripped apart, which will even affect the prestige of the entire warlock group. "
"You should be a deterrent to the college!"< br>
After saying that, the old-fashioned archmage ignored the student's embarrassed expression and continued to give suggestions.
"You are very optimistic about that demon hunter. He is really good and he is outstanding among warriors."
"In that case, let's relax the limit of 1,000 orens to 1,500. Put the academy's mark on him, your mark."
Tissaya stretched out her hand to straighten Margarita's collar, let They are symmetrical.
“Perhaps, we can get a college hunter.”
Only now do I know that my cousin’s English cram school is pretty good and he has already paid the down payment for a house. But that's what makes it even more difficult. Two old people and his widow have to raise two children, plus the subsequent mortgage payment.
When I arrived at his home, the two children were still happy because they didn’t have to go to class.
They don't even understand what's going on in their lives.
(End of this chapter)