MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v3 Chapter 21 The death of a painter (2) (5/5)

After sending Christina out of the villa, Geralt, who was relieved after watching her return home, kept on going. He immediately returned home and put on studded soft armor, breeches and black hard leather boots, and walked out the door with a steel sword in hand. , and did not tell the black-robed mage what happened.

And He Shenyan didn't ask.

Geralt ran wild in the city, and he rushed to the door of that Dale as fast as he could. This is a classic middle-class house with two floors and a balcony. The location is good. But the witcher wasn't in the mood to pay attention to this right now. He didn't even want to knock on the door politely.

An impatient voice said angrily: "Who is it?! God **** it, you knocked on the door like this at noon?"

He opened the door, and when he saw the tall and murderous witcher, he was stunned, and his tone involuntarily weakened: "...what's the matter with you?"

"Don't you know me?"

Geralt said in a low voice.

Dale's expression turned horrified, he pointed at Geralt, and stammered, "I was just on impulse that day! Cronin and I are all right, really! Ask him if you don't believe me, God, Do not hit me!"

Geralt pulled him up from the ground, covered his mouth, brought him into the house, and closed the door with his feet. He held Dale's collar, looked at the man who was sweating profusely because of fear, and clenched a fist.

"Now, I ask, you answer."

"What's your relationship with Cronin?"

"I'm his teacher!" Dale's tone was almost outrageous, it seemed that he was really afraid of being beaten.

"Why did you want to stab him with a dagger that day?"

"I was just impulsive! God! For the gods' sake! I was just impulsive! He painted a bust of my Alice, and only I can paint her, I'm just impulsive, please Please don't hit me, please, please..."

This guy was almost on the verge of crying, and his whole body began to tremble. Geralt let go of his hand in disgust, and Dale stepped back immediately. He backed up to the wall of the living room and said, "I told you everything!"

At this moment, a woman's lazy voice came from upstairs: "What's so noisy? Dale? Is that you?"

Dale's voice immediately became loud and full of energy, and he said loudly, "It's okay, baby! I'm fine, I'm just talking!"

"Are you still interested in music? Why didn't I know that?"

"At the beginning, baby, it's alright! Go back to sleep!"

The woman smiled and agreed. Dale returned to his weak look, only intentionally or unintentionally blocking the witcher's gaze upstairs.

Seeing this, Geralt was silent for a while, then left his home.

He walked on the street, seemingly aimlessly roaming, but in fact he has gradually come to the shanty town. This is a ghetto within a ghetto, and only those who don't care about everything choose to live here. Geralt got into a dark alley. A tattooed guy stood in the dark with a simple mace hanging from his waist, sneering at him.

"Look at what, mutant bastard?"

Geralt stared at him without speaking.

The three people next to the tattoo couldn't hold their breath, they gradually gathered around, and their hands had already touched the weapon on their waist.

"Are your ears full of cow dung? Can't you hear him asking what are you looking at?"

Geralt still didn't speak. He was silent. He could really mock people.

With a low voice from the tattoo, he punched the witcher in the face, but was chopped off in the middle. The witcher held the sword in one hand, and without hesitation, he made another strike and pierced the tattooed heart. The tattoo opened his mouth, as if he didn't realize what was going on.

Geralt didn't turn his head back. He broke a few teeth from the elbow of the guy behind him with an elbow strike. Then he pulled out his sword habitually, spinning his body like a dance, and easily cut off two heads.

But in the blink of an eye, only one person was left alive.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he looked at the steel sword still dripping blood in the witcher's hand, and swallowed.

Geralt didn't talk nonsense to him, wiped the sword clean on his companion, put it in the sheath, and kicked the guy into a shit. He rolled on the ground in embarrassment, got up and wanted to run, but the witcher's cold voice sounded behind him: "If you want to die, run."

He stopped, turned around with a smile on his face, and said, "My lord, my lord, I apologize to you for him..."

Geralt strode forward, he punched the guy in the face, pushed him against the wall of the alley, and asked coldly, "Don't talk nonsense, I'll ask you, if you hesitate or lie, I'll connect you with it. Kill all of your family together."

After saying this, he pointed to his eyes: "You should know what I do."

The guy nodded frantically.

"Very good, first question, where is Hawthorne?"

Sure enough, he didn't hesitate, and immediately said, "In the underground casino, my lord."

"Where is the underground casino?"

"...I'll take you there, okay?"

Geralt kicked his knee, bent over and picked up the dagger he had dropped while he was screaming. where?"

"In... the sewers of Third Avenue! My lord!" the guy said with pain. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Geralt gave him a deep look, pulled out the dagger, put his foot on his neck, and left with a click.

According to what he said, Geralt soon came to Third Avenue. He made a round of twists and turns to find the sewer gate here, kicked the door and walked in. It didn't take long before loud voices and various unpleasant smells came from the front. The witcher's eyes glittered in the gloomy light of the sewers, and he could smell sweat, wine, tobacco. Those noisy voices ranged from excited screams to chagrined roars, and it seemed that there was no doubt that the casino was ahead.

After turning a corner, he saw an iron door, two tall men stood in front of the door, looked at the witcher who was walking slowly, and said, "Stop!"

"Ha, I really didn't expect that we would see a mutant freak come to the casino."

The one on the left said to the one on the right.

"Yeah, hey, you. Freak, what are you doing?"

Geralt looked at them and spit out two words: "Find someone."

The two looked at each other, their hands were already on the swords around their waists. Without a scabbard, it shone with a cold light, and at a glance, it was known that it was the standard weapon of the army.

"Who are you looking for?"

With a clear sword cry, Geralt's hoarse voice mixed with the sound of his body being cut open: "Hawthorne."

With a violent sword force, he chopped off the head of the big man on the left in an instant, and the one on the right roared at him. A backhand sword pierced his heart.

After doing all this, he squeezed out the Alpha Seal. The light blue psychic power slammed open the iron door, flew out and hit a lot of people. A hoarse voice sounded in the scattered smoke: "Who is Hawthorne?"