The Creators: From Night City

"Who is she?" Jiang Bing was very curious about this person who was imprisoned with Margarita, the famous sorceress.

Fortunately, Violetta still knows what she is talking about.

"She is Cille de Tanchavilliers, the hermit of Corville?"

Jiang Bing immediately recalled the information about this person.

Cille de Tanshavière, a sorceress from Creyden in the north, is also one of the founders of the Sorcerers' Lodge. Like Philippa Eilhart, she is a semi-political creature, but she values ​​rationality more and prefers academic research. She does not have the same crazy obsession with politics and power as Philippa Eilhart.

"They... they caught her first and tortured her inhumanely. Her condition is even worse." The dean helplessly covered her eyes with her hands, but accidentally touched the wound on her face and subconsciously moved her hands away.

"Go away! You can't save us. This prison has been specially reinforced. It can't be opened without a key."

"The key was carried by the warden himself. He had just gone to report on his work aboard Radovid V's ship..."

Jiang Bing finally understood why the other party had been so pessimistic at first.

"That may not be the case." Jiang Bing signaled several people to step back, and reached out to grasp the thick metal pillar in front of him. As he continued to exert force, the metal pillar as thick as his arm was bent by Jiang Bing.

But these metals were indeed specially reinforced as Margarita said, and they were very tough. Although they were severely deformed in Jiang Bing's hands, they still stood firm in their working positions.

Margarita swallowed her saliva and said, "Mr. Saber, although you are very strong, these metals must have been forged by the dwarves using special forging methods..."

Jiang Bing stretched out his hand to stop the other party from showing off his knowledge in disguise, and took two steps back to make some space.

Although his ghost train carriage carried at least nine kinds of tools that could quickly cut through the railing, and although he saw that the cell was tough, the ceiling and floor were made of ordinary stone slabs and were very easy to break through, Jiang Bing would not allow himself to fail in his first attempt at showing off in front of future employees.

He! Today! He must tear this broken door apart!

Otherwise, Boss Jiang would be so embarrassed.

Of course, this also includes the meaning of directly demonstrating strength to the two people in the prison and showing off one's core competitiveness, so as to facilitate the subsequent recruitment work.

After all, in such a turbulent social environment, the sorceress who has suffered a series of major changes and fallen on hard times will naturally realize more clearly how important violence and strong fists are.

Under the flickering flames of the brazier nearby, and in the stunned gaze of the crowd, Jiang Bing's burgundy leather jacket suddenly began to flow, eventually transforming into a burly, ferocious, and murderous armor of a god or demon.

【Power-Chiyou】wears armor.

Chapter 349: Just Blow

As a powerful sorceress and the dean of Aretuza Academy, Margarita was naturally a connoisseur. While others were still shocked by Jiang Bing's sudden change in style, she had already recognized who was on the other side of the prison door.

Her beautiful blue eyes suddenly narrowed, and she subconsciously grabbed the cell door and exclaimed, "Scarlet Devil?!"

"Are you the Scarlet Demon of Novigrad?!"

Gaitan took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Bing's current appearance. He quickly matched the existence in front of him with the image in a poem that had been circulated throughout the continent.

Because the incident was too exciting, the emotionally sensitive cat-school witcher couldn't help but recite the poem in his heart aloud.

[He came from nothingness, the devil's horns piercing the haze of eternal fire.]

The two horns shot up into the sky and faced each other.

[His body was covered in scarlet blood, flowing with the blood of sinners. It was the never-ending lava of hell.]

The burgundy armor looks right.

[His towering figure is powerful enough to shake mountains, and he possesses unrivaled strength, enough to crush all enemies.]

Gaitan realized it belatedly and looked at the iron fence that Jiang Bing had just bent with his bare hands, and it happened to him!

[He kills, is brutal, and mercilessly annihilates all living beings.]

Gaitan swallowed his saliva and felt that it made sense again when he thought about Jiang Bing's brutal interrogation method just now!

He is the Lord of Storms, the Extinguisher of Fire, and the Enemy of Folly.

[Iron hooves crushed the bones of the temple, and the curse of death entangled the stake.]

As Gaitan chanted, everyone, including Xier who was lying on the ground dying, couldn't help but look at the boots of [Power-Chiyou]. The boots, which inherited the shape of the male succubus's reverse-jointed sheep's hoof, made everyone nod in agreement subconsciously.

The Pope's crown was reduced to dust and scattered, and the blood of the anointed one stained the altar steps red.

[The laurel wreath glitters with a golden oath...]

"That's enough." Jiang Bing's voice was hoarse and deep due to the mask. He pretended to be calm and continued, "Stop those boring boasts and focus on the important things."

But secretly, his toes were almost digging out a three-bedroom apartment in the boots of [Power-Chiyou].

Margarita's eyes flickered with shock. Under the gaze that was unclear whether it was shock, surprise, or panic, her ten slightly sharp fingers inserted into the gap of the prison door. Under the terrifying power increase of [Power-Chiyou], the prison door was as fragile as if it was made of noodles. A large hole was torn out in it neatly for people to enter and exit.

But these metals are very special and have amazing ductility. They are like rubber and only gradually break after being pulled for a long distance by Jiang Bing.

Combined with Margarita's previous words, Jiang Bing realized that the dwarves in this world might really be good at metal processing.

The specially made magic-blocking gold handcuffs and shackles in front of Jiang Bing were no different from clay. He didn't even have to use much effort to break the shackles that trapped him.

"You are free." Jiang Bing declared.

Viletta stepped forward to support her own dean and asked in a hollow voice, "Dean, are you okay?"

When the wounds on her body were touched, Margarita's eyes twitched constantly, but she was still very excited about the hope of regaining her life.

"Not dead yet."

"The rest of the people in the academy..."

Margarita lowered her head, her expression gloomy. "Dead! They were all burned to death. These finest girls in the North, all died at the hands of that son of a bitch, Radovid V."

"We will get revenge one day," Villetta comforted.

"If I can survive, count me in." Margarita made a vow and turned to look at Jiang Bing, who had returned to normal. He was squatting in front of the dying sorceress Xier, checking her injuries.

This Kovir hermit had been severely abused, his facial muscles and bones severely deformed from repeated beatings. Beneath his frail, tattered prison uniform lay a body covered in bruises, with repeatedly coagulated blood scabs covering his chest and limbs. Prolonged torture, hunger, and illness had reduced his plump frame to a mere emaciated form.

"Can you please take Xi'er with you?" Margarita begged.

"Hiss... Margarita... I can't take it anymore." Xier opened her eyes at some point and groaned in pain under Jiang Bing's touch.

She was barely breathing and it took her a long time to compose a sentence.

The tortured prisoner tried to turn sideways, but she no longer had the strength to perform even this simple movement.

"You go with them, Margarita. I just hope you can give me a quick death before you leave and end my torture."

"Hold on, you can do it, Xier." The dean suppressed her sadness and cheered the other party up, but as a powerful sorceress, how could she not understand the knowledge of human anatomy and medical common sense? In fact, she was extremely proficient in these aspects.

"I'm dying. Let me die with dignity."

Margarita looked at the man's broken body without a single piece of good flesh, and closed her eyes in pain. How could she not know that what the other person said was the truth? It was just that she had lost too much, so she could not accept it.

"Well, you are indeed dying." Jiang Bing's calm voice broke the miserable atmosphere in the prison, like a melodramatic and tear-jerking scene in a Qiong Yao drama.

"Multiple organ failure, sensory dissociation, large areas of ulcerative skin wounds with gangrene, numerous stress fractures throughout the body, and these bruises, are typical results of diffuse microvascular coagulation." Jiang Bing finally blurted out a series of professional and cold medical terms.

He leaned down without hesitation and sniffed the saliva that unconsciously flowed from the corner of the other person's mouth. He then mercilessly lifted up the prison uniform that barely covered the other person's body, moved slightly closer to the other person's lower body, gently twitched his nose, and directly pressed his hand on the other person's deformed crotch, groping back and forth.

Even though Xier had lost all her dignity due to the long-term torture, she still felt ashamed of Jiang Bing's series of actions. She tried hard to close her legs, and used her fingers that were constantly grasping the air to hold the prison uniform, trying to cover her body again.

"Aspiration pneumonia combined with lung abscess, ascending urinary tract infection, costal depression, pelvic deformation, and sepsis." Jiang Bing continued to list the other party's symptoms.

He helped the man pull his prison uniform back on, listened to his heavy, relieved breaths, and added, "He also has metabolic acidosis and hypoglycemic encephalopathy. I'm guessing his electrolytes are seriously disturbed."

"Your body has indeed reached its limit. If nothing unexpected happens, death will come to you in the next two days."

Although she didn't know what most of the nouns that Jiang Bing said meant, the sorceress, who was very familiar with her own physical condition, combined with her knowledge, was able to guess most of the meaning of the other party's words.

Chapter 350: The Crack Between Life and Death in the Wizarding World

If the sorceress's body had not undergone magical mutations and hundreds of years of chaotic magic, her various body functions, including immunity, would be much stronger than those of normal people. Ordinary people would have died long ago if they had half of these symptoms.

The dying sorceress gave a miserable and helpless smile and was about to speak when Jiang Bing stopped her.

"Be quiet, save some energy to listen to me."

"I can save you." Jiang Bing's words almost broke the defense of everyone present.

As the saying goes, "the layman sees the excitement, the expert sees the doorway." As high-end "cultured people" of this era, the witcher and Margarita understand best how difficult it is to cure the dying sorceress in prison.

In this era where injuries are treated with either external application of herbs or internal decoctions, or at best using magic to regenerate muscles and strengthen bones, stop bleeding and set bones, or treat impotence, skin diseases, baldness and hair loss, unless Jiang Bing can pull out a Dijing (air elf, similar to a genie) and make a wish on the spot, maybe he can heal the other person.

After all, Philippa Eilhart has not yet found a way to restore her sight, not to mention that the patient who needs treatment is a dying patient who has suffered long-term inhuman abuse and has a complete collapse of his nervous system, immune system, and circulatory system.

This couldn't help but surprise them.

But Violetta remained calm. She had seen and experienced the power of modern medicine firsthand, and she also understood the capabilities of the equipment stored in Jiang Bing's ghost train compartment.

The living dead and the living bones are really not an exaggeration.

"But this all comes at a price." Jiang Bing also said something unpleasant in advance.

"You'll need to work for me for the rest of your life."

Most people know how to choose between freedom and life, and Xier is no exception. If you can live, who would want to die?

As for whether she will regret it or betray me in the future.

Jiang Bing: My sword is not bad either (Yuan Shao's face) · JPG

Master Mirror's awesomeness was always inadvertently reflected in every aspect. A cold mist filled the entire cell, and the whistle of an old-fashioned train echoed in everyone's ears. This magic-forbidden fortress had no effect on it at all.

The ghost train arrived safely.

This is the good thing about the magical world. Although these natives were very surprised by this, they were not panicked.

As everyone entered the carriage, the train drove onto tracks paved with white fog, breaking into the gap between life and death.

There's something real about the wizarding world.

Gaitan looked out the car window with interest, only to find four cold stars of different colors hanging high in the sky, like a bright moon.

Those are the four elemental realms of this world.

In the Death Wilderness, all kinds of strange creatures are active, which is completely different from the peaceful and distant one in Red Dead Redemption.

There are countless gods and ghosts in this world. Compared with the world of Red Dead Redemption, the difference between the world at home and the Mariana Trench is as deep as that between a pond at home and the Mariana Trench.

"I suggest you not to look around." The 'craftsman' reminded.

Gaitan's mutated cat eyes have good eyesight, and the sharp "senses" shaped by the grass mutation are also different from ordinary people. In this gap between life and death where the boundaries between everything are blurred, he might really attract some mysterious creatures outside the car.

After listening to the advice and having a full meal, Gaitan looked out the window at a strange, charred tree with hundreds of arms and thousands of eyes. Then he sat back in his seat, calmed his mind, and calmed his pounding heart.

Oh my god, that’s a bit exciting!

Fortunately, the distance was short. With the sound of the ghost train's whistle, the front of the train broke through the curtain between life and death and entered the real world again.

We've arrived at Novigrad Western Forest Camp Station.

………………

Gaitan was hunched over a large table, holding a quill pen in his hand, writing furiously on the low-quality parchment in front of him.

He is writing a letter.

Jor-El:

I have received the letter you left in my hiding place. I was very sorry to hear the news of the death of Axelrod and Cedric. I wonder how you are doing now.

Maybe it was the blessing of the goddess Meliteli. Although my situation had not been going well before, I recently found a very good job, working for an employer who is richer than any noble (forgive me for not being able to reveal any of his information to you). You will not believe it, the monthly salary is 700 crowns!

This money is enough for us to kill several ferocious griffins or hundreds of water ghosts, but now I can get it on time without doing anything. I think I will never be able to go back to my previous life of sleeping in the open, Joel.

My employer is not only rich, but also very powerful, so powerful that you can't even imagine. Brother, I think as long as my employer wants, he is fully capable of subverting the situation in the entire continent. This is the best safe haven for wanted people like us.

I am now in a newly built camp, living in a spacious wooden house and eating different kinds of food every day. I only need to do some work such as guarding, cleaning and chopping wood, and I basically don't have to work too hard.

Although this kind of work doesn't resemble that of a demon hunter at all, who would be willing to risk being killed by monsters and wallow in the mud when they can get paid safely? Don't you think so?

I explained your situation to my employer, and he generously offered to hire you under the terms I had given him, and if you found Silotinger, you could bring him along.

Please contact me as agreed upon after receiving the letter. I will check the contact points regularly.

Look, I'm not kidding you.

- Gaitan

After writing the recruitment letter, he packed up his things and started his daily work.

This was a camp located in the western forest of Novigrad. Although he didn't know why his employer would say that this camp occupied by bandits originally belonged to him, the dozen or so bandits whose bodies were exposed in the wilderness had no objection to this, so he naturally wouldn't refute it without any tact.

It was called a camp, but in Gaitan's eyes, it was cleaner and more orderly than an ordinary village. There were many pieces of furniture placed on the flat ground. The recliners, tables, stoves and many other things that seemed to appear out of thin air were all masterpieces of his employer.