"Are you scared?"

Lan's dodge seemed to make the other party even more excited.

The sorceress smiled and leaned back, and Lan En suddenly saw only a large white flower in front of him.

“DUANG-DUANG-”

"Mentos, you don't need to be dubbed at this time!"

"Sir, this is a subconscious voice in your head, I just played it."

"It's ...... anyway Stop it! ”

"Yes, sir."

The glamorous and charming sorceress laughed for a moment and asked Lan En with an eyebrow.

"You can't really be as big as you look, are you, little witcher? I remember that you also have a long lifespan. ”

Lan pressed the roaring bear head necklace on his chest and didn't speak.

“...... Are you really only a teenager?! ”

This time it was Margarita's turn to be stunned.

The East Asian face is already tender, and Lan En has not left any scars on his face since his debut, so in Margarita's opinion, it would be good to have a sixteen-year-old.

But after Margarita was stunned, the chuckle on her face became even more "ill-intentioned".

One is only a teenager and has just graduated from school, no. According to his knowledge reserves, the witcher, who has not even reached the level of mastering, has been able to defeat a camp of fifty people!

Although there is no one in that camp who is equipped with armor, who can say even a word of gossip about this combat effectiveness?

Whether it is potential, combat effectiveness, personality or age, Margarita's interest in Rann has greatly increased.

"Ma'am, it looks like your injuries have ......"

"Call me Rita." Before Lan could finish his greetings, the sorceress interrupted him.

Faced with the witcher's astonishment, Margarita rested her hand on the armrest of her wheelchair and chuckled against her chin.

"You saved me, we're friends, Lanne. Close friends would call me Rita. ”

"So, Rita."

Lan En is just not used to such aggressive gazes, but if he is slowly getting closer to a real beauty who costs at least a few thousand pieces of P to P, no man in the world will refuse.

So the young man asked a question that had lingered in his heart for a long time.

"How the hell did you get caught by those guys?"

Lan was puzzled.

He had thought there was a terrible archmage in the camp.

But with the will to "take people out even if they die", regardless of killing all the way to the end, there is not even a single person in the camp of the armed thugs who can set fireballs.

I couldn't imagine how Margarita could have been tortured to such a miserable state.

Margarita didn't have the slightest grudge about her miserable situation.

"I told you, Lane. You lack common sense about how to deal with warlocks. ”

In the face of the young man's inquisitive gaze, the sorceress had the feeling of teaching her students.

"The release of magic requires concentration, not in the general sense of concentration, but very, very strictly concentrated."

Hold up a finger.

"Here's an example. Kicks and burps during casting can cause spell casting to fail, or unpredictable mutations occur. ”

"And before the spell is released, even if the warlock is only in a state of diarrhea, his spell is most likely not to be feared. If it is a severe colic such as acute gastroenteritis, it will not be able to release the spell. ”

"So, Lane......"

The sorceress spread her hands, and a larger area of whiteness appeared on her already open neckline, which made the young man nod involuntarily.

"Even if a powerful sorceress is stunned by a few improvised thugs who have no warning in advance while walking on the road, and wakes up to find that she has lost a few pounds of flesh, do you think she can still cast spells?"

"Got it." Lann nodded.

It looks like the warlock is still quite vulnerable.

After all, their tolerance and antitoxicity are similar to those of ordinary people.

Eating a croton has to have diarrhea, and it can't be compared with the witcher who pours poison into his stomach as a BUFF.

In this cold world, young people feel a little warmth in the intensity of their profession for the first time in a long time.

"What's next for you, Lann?"

Margarita questioned.

"You seem to be in a hurry to deal with toxins and take care of your body. Is there anything else to do? ”

Speaking of which, Lan En's youthful sense of ease disappeared in an instant!

The cat's eyes were cold, and the palm that was originally on the velvet futon suddenly clenched.

"Heh......"

"The traffickers' accounts aren't done yet."

It was obviously a flat and straightforward tone, but after Lan En finished speaking, Margarita felt that the room was a few degrees colder.

"Not done yet? Now the news of the abduction and cannibalism case is still on the way to the crow's nest, and I was delirious at the time and didn't care about anything. Did someone escape? ”

"It's not 'someone' who escaped." Lan shook his head.

"The biggest fish wasn't caught at all!"

"The head eater took more than twenty children directly onto the ship."

"I'm not just sending you here this time for detoxification and recuperation. I saved you, Rita. The Eretusa Academy owes me a favor, and I will use it to ask you for something, and then find the Head Eater and slaughter him and his buyers. ”

The sorceress looked at Lan En earnestly with interest.

On the night at the camp, she had fully understood the witcher's will.

She admired the man's ...... "chivalry" variant.

"You don't need the favor of Eretusa, little witcher. My injury, as well as the life of my student, is also a debt to be collected by the college. ”

"If it's you, then I'm willing to ask you to become the Academy's 'debt collector'. 1000 Oren's quota, the whole college, what we have, what you need, take it as you go. ”

Margarita waved her hand magnificently and handed over the right to use a huge amount of money to Lanen.

The most famous demon hunting commission in all of Temeria, to lift the princess's curse, only gave the witcher 3,000 Oren coins.

I heard that the demon hunter's predecessor is called "White Wolf" or "Whatever, Whatever, Butcher".

The wheelchair turned, and Margarita was ready to leave.

"Your gear is in the storage compartment next to your bed, so you can contact me directly if you need anything. Hurry up and take care of your ......"

Walking to the door, the blonde beauty looked back and smiled.

"Then let's start hunting, little witcher."

The door closes.

The wheelchair continued to slide forward, and at Lanne's doorway, an old-fashioned sorceress walked beside it.

"You're interested in that witcher? It's not bad, much better than the average person. If nothing else, he will be with you for at least a few hundred years. ”

Compared to Margarita, the old-fashioned sorceress dressed conservatively.

But the collar on the chest is still wide 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, Tishaya, yes." Margarita responded in distress.

In addition to her high mana, she is not at all interested in the political games that warlocks are passionate about.

It can be called an outlier among warlocks.

"Now the situation in the south and the north is becoming more and more unstable, which is why you want me to become the dean. With two dean-level warlocks, Eretusa's position can be more secure. ”

The sorceress, who liked pure pleasure more than fighting for power, said bitterly, and there was a little complaint in her tone.

Tishaya ignored the petty emotion.

"I taught you to do it, and I know what you're capable of. Your mana is much higher than that of people like Felippa, Tris, and Kayla who are addicted to political games. I don't like politics either, but you have to be clear, Rita ......"

Tishaya looked into her student's eyes, her delicate countenance as calm as the surface of a lake.

"We must protect Erethusa and protect the legacy of magic."

"For this reason, you have to deal with the accident in which you appeared outside the academy with an injury, which has dealt a huge blow to the prestige of the academy. The dean-level warlock was deboned...... Tsk, this can even affect the prestige of the entire group of warlocks. ”

"When you became the dean, you were supposed to bring deterrence to the academy!"

After speaking, the old-fashioned archmage ignored the student's embarrassed expression, and then gave advice.

"You have a good opinion of that witcher, he is indeed good, and he is considered outstanding among the warriors."

"In that case, relax the limit of 1000 Oron to 1500. Fill him with the mark of the Academy, your mark. ”

Tishaya reached out and straightened Margarita's collars, making them symmetrical.

"Perhaps, we can get an academy hunter."