Chapter 100 The Lion Opens His Pupils (7,000 words)

When East came out of the tent, the Skellige warriors seemed to see a fire burning under the sea.

Everyone knew that the King of Cintra had passed away along with the Queen, and the man standing in front of them had turned back into the "Son of the Islands" and "Knight of the Sea" once sung in poems - Ester Tu

Ersek.

"I want to go back to Sintra, Ciri is still there."

The sailors' blood boiled, while Kratz looked at his uncle with a worried look: "You are too tired, and too many things happened today. I will ask the druid to give you some potion to let you sleep for a night, and then return to Sintra tomorrow.

Right. Nilfgaardians are not that fast, and you don’t want to fall off your horse, right?”

East shook his head and said: "Every extra minute spent will make Xili more dangerous. Xili is to me what Halma is to you. I can't wait a moment longer."

In the crowd, a young man with a green face but a strong body shouted: "Father, the soldiers are very quick, let's go rescue Xili!"

"Shut up, Halma!" Kratz roared at his son, then sighed and surrendered to East, "Since you insist so much, let's set off overnight."

East nodded, turned around and stared at his wife affectionately, as if he wanted to bring this longing into the subsequent battle.

With a "bang", Kratz punched East from behind and knocked him to the ground. The newly awakened Sea Knight fainted under the stunned eyes of the Skellig soldiers, raising fallen leaves all over the ground.

Mirror Master whispered in Lan's ear: "——Just like me."

You know, Lan, when I first heard someone approached me, I was surprised. It has been so long since I came to this world. This is the first time I have encountered such an interesting thing. And I can be sure that I have never encountered such an interesting thing before.

I’ve never traded with you or anyone you’ve been in contact with, so how do you know about me?”

It took a while.

The evening wind stopped flowing, and the petals falling from the mid-air stopped moving; the insect that had been flapping its wings at a frequency of hundreds of times per second gradually slowed down and became visible to the naked eye, until it became a specimen fixed in the air.

Jie Long smashed the table in front of him with a slap, and the sharp sawdust pierced his palm, but he didn't even notice it.

"At first I thought you were a guy summoned by some warlock to possess you, but after taking a closer look, it's not like that. You fit in so perfectly with this body, as if this body is yours. It's like a direct connection.

It’s like this world that I came to with my physical body, it’s like——”

"It's strange why I'm here, right?

He slowly walked down from the sky, as if there was a staircase laid out for him in the void. Every step he took would echo in the air, and a burst of gorgeous blue flames would flash out from the soles of his feet, leaving a trail of dust behind him.

A long-lasting trajectory.

He will give you what you wish for, gold, silver coins and honey.】

Compared to Geralt's amber cat eyes, his eyes are much darker in color, almost yellow but not yellow, almost brown but not brown, as if there is dark ancient gold deposited in them:

This young man's hair is now dry and his skin is as white as a dead person. The skin in some places still has a melting sensation like a burnt person, and his fingers and joints also have varying degrees of deformity.

In the eyes of warlock researchers, "demons" collectively refer to those creatures from other worlds that they cannot understand, cannot define, and cannot be described.

Jaylon murmured.

Like the eyes of a lion.

It was as if everything around him had opened up to Lann. Lann felt as if he had some magical senses, and the film covering his five senses had been lifted off.

"It was my selfishness that made you go through all this. I should not have forced my fate on you. This is not the way of chivalry."

Toussaint, underground of Heshan Castle, secret laboratory.

Lann recalled that when he first traveled through time, he did have many behavioral and language habits and serious environmental rejection, but people around him thought it was a normal phenomenon for a young man whose family had undergone a huge change.

Mirror Master walked around Lann's immobile body and spoke, like a poet reciting poems, or like a businessman introducing his products:

"Oh, by the way." Mirror Master who was walking out suddenly seemed to remember something and paused, "There was a Lake Nymph who likes to play knight games and was peeking at you before. She seemed to be scared away by me. I need to ask you

Apologize."

He rummaged through all the experimental materials, read all the classics he could find, hunted countless monsters to make various potions and decoctions, and tried to reverse the process, but all failed.

Many people in previous lives have made unfounded speculations that the Mirror Master is actually the incarnation of the player. Because of this "unfathomable strength", "elusive personality", "must set rules for oneself", "spreading money when good times are bad"

The bad image of "fun people" in "Time Butcher" is really similar to those of you who play cracked games with golden fingers.

It was as if the world that had been pressed on the pause button was liberated at this time.

Now that the mutation has failed, there is no need to stay here anymore. Jaylon fished Lann out of the culture tank and carried him out of the tunnel.

Jeron kept looking back at Lann, as if he was watching the future of the Griffin School pass away. His hair was raised in the air for a long time and never fell again.

You will become his slave and be tortured forever!]

By some strange combination of circumstances, fate unexpectedly made him a joke. In order to save his life, he passively underwent a witcher mutation, and then failed.

I admit it to those who say I update less, after all, I cherish my life... But to those who say I am lazy, I must defend myself, I just write in detail. I have written as little as possible about the daily life of the characters and some auxiliary dialogue... If I continue

If you remove many of the rich descriptions of characters and world backgrounds, you will feel that the characters are just like puppets, and it is inexplicable. How can this be called water...

That is the voice of health, the voice of strength, and the voice of life.

At this thought, Lan opened his eyes.

"That...father?" Halma said suddenly, "I also want to save Shirley..."

Lann, he should actually have died from the mutation a long time ago, but [Gourmet] and a strong will to survive have been hanging on to his life.

After letting East lie flat on the ground in a more comfortable position, Kratz turned back to the sailors and said: "Uncle's safety cannot be compromised. He is seriously injured and needs to return as soon as possible with Queen Calanthe's body.

Skellig—Halmar!”

Seeing this, the Mirror Master nodded with satisfaction: "You can think of this as a 'product trial' - maybe you haven't heard of this term, but you will definitely understand it."

After clearing his mind, Jielong looked around. This small laboratory contained his nightmares for hundreds of years. He even felt that his experiments on Lann in the past period were repeating the evil deeds his father had done to him.

, which made him feel even more guilty.

Having said this, Master Mirror suddenly laughed. He clapped his hands, and the contract turned into sparks and disappeared in the air: "But you actually invited me to a drink... a drink. I have seen and touched the dragon sitting on the golden mountain.

The king who controls the empire, but no one has ever been willing to buy me a drink. You actually made the move before me, you are too cunning. So now I must abide by the rules and find an opportunity to return the drink to you first."

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If you really want to say this and want to see the truth, it is better to read the outline...

Regarding the definition of the word "demon", warlock researchers and folklorists have great differences. The "demon" in the mouth of folklorists is more in line with the narrow sense of demons in public perception, which brings together all the things that intelligent creatures can think of.

Vicious, terrifying, evil qualities.

You can also call me by the nickname my customers give me, they usually call me - "

Lann, who was studying the panel with his consciousness, suddenly heard a voice ringing in his ears. It was a strange and familiar voice. It was strange because Lann could not match this voice to any face he knew. He had never seen it before.

through the person who made this sound.

Jaylon's eyes showed despair, and he collapsed to the ground helplessly: "The mutation... failed, the Griffin School..."

I have seen too many such warriors. Their heads are fire, their eyes are fire, and their bodies are still fire. Such flames will burn the enemy to death, but they will also burn themselves to death. This is the lesson the sea teaches us, even if

He is a knight of the sea and is no exception."

Jie Long murmured, and he roared on the ground, followed by a strong sense of guilt.

When Mirror Master finished speaking, at that moment, it was as if a drawing board had been forcibly removed from the canvas. The Mirror Master, the moonlight, and the souls filling the sky all disappeared in an instant, as if they had never been seen before.

The same has never happened before.

The lute in the air flew back into the hands of the Mirror Master. He plucked the strings gently and sang in a low voice: "Special Lann, poor Lann, it's not like that poor guy went on adventures and ended up forgetting to go home.

way?"

Jie Long was well aware of this knowledge, but he still had a sense of luck when facing Lann. However, reality dealt him a heavy blow and shattered his faith.

It's him! It's him!

Mirror Glass, the merchant poet who once composed songs and poems for Lann in Sintra, chuckled reservedly at Lann, and then his face immediately melted and turned into a look like Lann.

It's the first time I've seen it, but it looks very familiar.

Looking back at Jaylon's mutation experiment, the witcher's mutation, which was mixed with a large amount of legendary materials, was even stronger, but it was directly applied to Lann without any experiments, and the final effect was still running out of control.

He made assumptions based on his strong knowledge, and Lan En relied on his strong will and system to hold on to his health for so long. However, some things cannot be accomplished by hard work alone. After all, his fate has not turned towards the top one percent.

of trails.

"After talking for so long, it's time to get down to business."

"Knight? Can you hear me?"

The Mirror Master took out a contract: "I originally planned to observe you for a while and help you out when you encounter trouble. In this way, if I help you and you help me, everyone's problems will be solved.

.”

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In this era, scientists and explorers have already studied that the continent they are stepping on is a sphere. And after the research of warlocks, there is an elemental layer outside this planet that humans cannot set foot on, and there are people living in it.

Elemental spirits that can be summoned and enslaved by warlocks.

"Perhaps I should have freed you as soon as possible."

He looked at Lan En's lifeless body and said, "After all, it is written in the poem: A passing traveler is invited to drink, and sometimes he has to pay for it with his life."
To be continued...