Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1458 1430. Better

A yellow linen top, blue linen trousers with leggings, a pair of boots with mud on the edges, and a small bag.

He was wearing cheap clothes, with blue stubble and a crew cut, and he looked unkempt.

Most of the small vendors in any city are of this sloppy appearance.

But even such a sloppy peddler-looking man was whistling as he walked without changing his expression, watching the great wizard who was once powerful and had great magical powers crawling cruelly and painfully on the ground beside him, without being moved at all.

"Gaunt O'Dimm!"

Viggofortz almost shouted the name out from his painful throat.

But this was more like some kind of catharsis of pain, and he didn't even turn his head to look at Gaunt O'Dimm.

Instead, he stared at the path he was about to climb, with concentration and ruthlessness.

"I am always at your service, dear Sir Vigfortz."

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

At this time, he was still smiling leisurely.

He even bent down and bowed to Vigfortz who was crawling on the ground, like a clumsy court jester.

"You clearly knew all along that as long as you gave the order."

"Snapped!"

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

"It's that simple. You can grow back your flesh and bones."

"Why bother? Why bother?"

"Crawling through like a maggot in a cesspool?"

"With your crystal cultivation technology, it will take at least a day and a half to cultivate a body of flesh and bones, and then you have to cast a spell to heal and splice it. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the suffering of hell, right?"

Gaunt O'Dimm spoke slowly, but Vigfortz still ignored him.

Viggofortz also has a set of equipment for crystal cultivation technology.

He is a genius among sorcerers, and his authority and status were indeed among the highest. It was not difficult for him to understand this project that was constantly expanding and recruiting people.

At most, he is only one or two versions behind people like Lan who are at the forefront of research in their specialized fields.

After learning, he set up his own set. With the support of the Nilfgaard Empire, his resources might be much more abundant than those of the northern sorcerers, and it would be easy.

It’s a pity that his assistant Lydia had died in Aretusa, otherwise he would be much more relaxed now.

"I know, I know." Gaunt O'Dimm muttered to the embarrassed and ferocious Vigfortz like a bargaining merchant, "You don't want to owe me a favor, you want to say that you know what kind of person I am."

"But you've already used this genie, haven't you? There's only one use left."

The bound air elemental interface spirit that is invisible to ordinary people, the abstract human face in the whirlwind of light, showed horror and distortion when Gaunt O'Dimm talked about it.

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

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

Viggofortz struggled to maintain his logical thinking in the midst of immense pain.

"Of course, for now, of course." Gaunt 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 be recovered in the later stage.

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

As soon as he turned his hand, he took out another bottle from his tattered little bag.

The bottle was still stained with fresh sea water and aquatic plants, and looked ordinary.

The only thing about this bottle is that its metal cap is exactly the same as the pendant on Viggofortz's waist - it is engraved with the icons of a broken cross and a nine-pointed star!
This is exactly the characteristic of the bottles of disine in Joffrey Monk's collection!

A new one! The trapped spirit has never been opened!

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

Master Mirror took a few steps forward and placed the bottle on the ground where Vigfortz was about to crawl.

It's like playing a donkey.

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

The Djinn is indeed the prototype of the genie in this magical medieval fairy tale.

But Viggofortz just kept crawling stubbornly, and was about to push the bottle of disodium aside with his hand.

"I don't owe you anything, yes!"

He gritted his teeth and stuttered as he emphasized.

The bottle was pushed over and rolled to the side.

Gaunter O'Dimm continued walking beside Vigfortz, rolling the bottle intermittently as if he was playing football.

He said casually, "Yes, you are very confident, which is a valuable quality. But the question is: if you really succeeded according to the plan, Sir Vigfortz, why didn't you come back to inform 'you'?"

Although he spoke in an obscure way, the words of the Mirror Master made Viggofortz, who was originally moving forward with determination, freeze for a moment.

"After all, if you really succeed, this kind of thing would be easy to do, wouldn't it?" ".Nonsense." After a silence, the wizard said with difficulty, "The laws of time and space, the limitations of cause and effect and logic, there are so many reasons why 'I' don't come to see 'me'. If you want to listen, I can tell you ten more!"

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

What humans can only logically deduce, Gaunt O'Dimm can really do as long as he wants.

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

Viggofortz sneered on his blood-stained face, intending to treat the other party's words as flies flying around his ears.

But the other party's business.
"Just let me see how Lan made you like this, Lord Vigfortz."

The legendary Master of Mirrors spoke softly from a high position.

The wizard's body, which was crawling with difficulty, shook.

The bottle of disodium that he had just pushed away appeared in front of him again silently and without a trace at some point.

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

"You..." Vigfortz, ignoring the increasing pain in his body, managed to raise his head a little from the ground and looked up at the other person. "You don't know? There is something you don't know? You don't even know that he is in Gos Velen?"

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Gaunter O'Dimm folded his hands over his chest and shook his head sincerely.

"The distance has never been the key to us. The key is that he is now... well, how should I put it? Protected by some kind of power. Of course, I don't force you to understand the profound mystery. I am just explaining the content of this transaction to you."

As he spoke, Master Mirror revealed an unfathomable smile.

"Or, you can also take this news as an incentive? After all, if there is something I don't know, there must be a way to let people escape from my debt, right?"

He said this almost in a seductive tone.

And Viggofortz just let the huge wound pressed on the ground and looked up at him sideways, until the wound was pressed and a large pool of blood flowed out, he sneered.

“I wish:.”

The magic power of the Djinn was forcibly mobilized by the wishing spell.

This is the last wish for this Djinn. If the huge and unreasonable chaotic magic power is used to recover 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 wish, the spirit will regain its freedom and return to the air element interface.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Viggofortz pulled off the bottle cap pendant on his waist and threw it away like trash. He had something better.
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"Do you know what you are asking of me?"

In Aretuza, which had almost calmed down, outside the dean's bedroom, Lan stood against the wall with his arms folded against his chest, and spoke seriously to the two sorceresses, Triss and Margarita.

At this time, the smell of blood was still lingering in the academy, most of which was the blood of the Squirrel Party, and a small part was the blood of the wounded who were unable to perform teleportation and stayed behind to recuperate.

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

Aretuza still kept its doors closed to the king and the people of City Hall, but the academy itself was enough to clean up the situation.

The bodies and blood were cleaned up with magic.

All that was left were the wooden handrails in the corridors and on the spiral staircases, where one could occasionally feel the marks of sword cuts, as well as the burr holes where arrows had been inserted and then pulled out.

But with just one magic move, these flaws were instantly hidden beneath the illusion, as always.

In the Gallery of Glory, the paintings that record the glory and changes of the warlock community still overlook everyone passing through the corridor.

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

Lan turned to look at the red-haired sorceress.

But he found that Triss was looking at him just as seriously.

Dishaya is also her teacher.

"Sleep with her once and let her mind be filled with nothing but a happy blank."

Triss held Lan's hand, stroked it and spoke softly.

"She's too paranoid, dear. If she continues like this, I'm really afraid that Tishaya will hurt herself, or even..."

At this point she was almost unable to continue.

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

Margarita's face now had a frivolous and charming expression that was different from before.

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

The college and students are the most important things in her life.

The more critical the moment was, when survival depended on a thin line, the more serious and earnest she became than ever before.

"Gedimitis had his heart cut out. Although he is well now, he still needs to rest. His prestige has also been reduced. We cannot afford to lose Tishaya!"

"I can already foresee that in a few days we will hear news that the kings do not trust the sorcerers. But at this time, we cannot be without deterrence! Tishaya and Gedimitis are our deterrents!"

Margarita grabbed Smaug's collar, stood on tiptoe and pulled Lan down at the same time.

She bit the witcher's lips almost ferociously, and did not let go until she was out of breath.

"Huh~" Margarita's moist lips still reflected light as she put them close to Lan's ear, "You were just having sex!"

(End of this chapter)