Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? - v14 Chapter 52 3rd option

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"Change? Well, ho."

Geralt heard something else in his tone. The witcher stood up and asked suspiciously, "You don't actually go to entertain yourself, do you?"

"If killing is a pastime, I think I've had one."

"Every time you talk like that, I feel like I'm talking to a psychopath."

He Shenyan looked around, pointed to the corpses on the ground and Geralt who was sitting in the pile of corpses calmly, and then shrugged.

He didn't say anything, and he seemed to say nothing.

Geralt sighed and stood up.

"So, what's next?" he asked. "What are we going to do? Frankly—"

"—we'll do nothing, Geralt."

"What did you say?"

"I said, we're not going to do anything."

"...that's not your style."

Geralt sat down again, and he asked in confusion, "What are you thinking about?"

The mage came to him and did not choose to cast a spell to make a clean chair, but also found a stone and sat down. He said, "Geralt, I just realized one thing."

"what?"

"Do you remember the fairy of the lake? The green lady."

"The lady who pulled you through the night and left me behind?"

"...You don't need to mention this kind of thing. In short, she is not only active in your world. Her race is called Nymph - this is a naturally powerful race, anyway, the fairy in the lake Se Yanni is much stronger than me. They can do whatever they want, logically."

"Who can stop them? They are like gods in most worlds. But this race has an oath of self-restraint. They will never interfere with the self-running of any world. No matter what choices people in this world make, whether they kill each other or work together, they will not stop them."

He Shenyan spoke calmly, while Geralt listened quietly.

"I didn't understand it before, but now, I've realized why. The reason is simple, they are too strong - the strong will do the right thing in the simple way. For some people, overthrowing the king is as hard as the sky. , but for me, I just have to move my fingers."

The mage spread his hands: "Look, now you should realize the source of the problem. People like us don't choose to do the right thing the hard way, strength itself is a source of confidence. If I want to save This world, or this city, but it still needs to be discussed with anyone, even in a low voice..."

"Then what do I need this power for?"

"So, if it's me, or the fairy in the lake, you will see two results today. The first is that we shoot directly, let everyone passively stop fighting, and then warn everyone not to do it again and stay in the world. A strong stroke."

"Second, it's a covert way - such as secretly killing all the people who should be killed, saving all the people who should be saved... But that's essentially the same as the first method, it's always a' A mechanical seance' way."

"Then, if something similar happens next time... Will the people of Novigrad choose to give up their resistance and just pray to me?"

Geralt found himself unable to answer the question.

He really couldn't answer—because he knew the answer, but he didn't dare to say it.

They will surely pray to him. That's for sure. When people encounter difficulties, their first reaction is to avoid them. There are too few people who dare to rise to the challenge, pitifully few, otherwise how could there be so many religions in this world?

And He Shenyan's narrative continues.

"Then, if they chose not to resist because they prayed to me...then their death will be on my head. Now, I have two choices before me. The first, is I keep showing up, always answering their prayers. Second, I'm blind to it."

"Both are too much trouble, and I don't like either. I don't choose either. You see, Geralt, that's a freedom—I can choose. And the shantytowns and the ghetto... ...they don't have that opportunity."

He Shenyan stood up, a portal opened in front, and behind them was their hotel room.

"What I want to do now is to give them a choice. I want to try and make them understand that there is a third choice besides kneeling to the king and praying to the gods."

Geralt saw that his eyes were shining. It was not a blue light caused by magic, but a strong will that almost condensed into reality—"The third choice, Geralt. They can still rely on themselves."

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Jack Tallinn repeated his workflow one more time, but this time it didn't work.

Go in the door with a weapon, kill someone, and burn the house down - stuck at the last step.

Jack had intended to use torches to light the beds that the gangsters had laid on the ground. In his experience, the place will burn up very quickly. However, he heard some screams from Mohu from below the floor.

He frowned, walked over, stomped the floor with his foot, and the hollow echo made his face ugly. This is a gang camp in the city, it is the 'apartment' of their thugs, they cooperate with the Swordsmen, so... what will happen next?

Jack stood up and shouted across the room. Soon, four or five men with weapons in their hands ran over. One of them asked, "What's the matter, boss?"

"Don't call me boss, you can call me Mr. or whatever. That's the term used to address Mr. Alphonse, understand? Forget it, Tarry...you haven't changed it for so many years."

Jack shook his head, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com greeted the man who he became a tower. The two squatted down. Jack took out a dagger from his waist and stuck it in the gap on the floor. Tari repeated the above process. Their muscles worked at the same time, and then the floor was opened.

An indescribable smell immediately surfaced.

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

As Tari coughed and tried to get away from the opening in the floor, Jack was much calmer. As if he hadn't smelled the smell at all, he continued to exert his strength with both hands, and he removed all the floors near the hole with three strokes and five divisions.

They are apparently often disassembled and then put back on. It's not loose.

By the time the opening was fully exposed, it was already a huge opening that could accommodate three people. A staircase appeared in front of them, and Jack took the torch handed over by the tower and looked down.

Several pairs of eyes looked at them helplessly in the dark—at first, Tari thought it was a mouse. But when he saw exactly what was in the darkness...he jumped away like crazy.