Chapter 63 63. Cheers, madam!

Margarita Laux Andrea.

One of the most powerful women in the world is also one of the most beautiful women in the world.

Her noble family and unparalleled magical wisdom have allowed her to achieve her current status.

But now, a lot of muscle had been cut off from her two calves, her body was dirty and smelly, and she could only huddle in a wooden cage with the withered bones of her students.

The high fever that persists in her body, and the fact that she can be infected under such a wound for so many days and still not die, already shows that a top sorceress has extraordinary magical power and physical strength.

But it was still of no use. The high fever and the pain from the festering wounds still tortured her, making her unable to cast spells.

This is the reason why powerful kings treat magical power equally.

Uninformed people only think that the magic power of the mages is so powerful that it can even wipe out an order of knights in a frontal battlefield.

But those familiar with the matter know very well that in order to prevent a mage from casting spells, in addition to expensive magic-blocking gold, it may even only require a bout of dysentery.

Diarrhea, vomiting, colic. Guys who dare to forcefully cast spells in this state usually die in the academy because of the backlash of their magic power.

This is just an apprentice who has never even started his apprenticeship.

"Come on, mage, put on a shield."

But inexplicably, when the young apprentice said to himself, "I want to try to struggle," a strange sense of trust arose spontaneously.

"If I rescue you this time, will Aretuza give me a reward?"

You're just doing what you want to do.

It was as if he really believed that he could fight his way out of here.

So, that noble margarita, that beautiful margarita, that powerful margarita

During this period of time, I can only stay in a cage like a hen waiting to be slaughtered.

It is because of this situation that Margarita is trapped here.

You don't do these things for the glory of the world, right, Witcher.

But the witcher didn't even look at them seriously now.

Margarita thought she had heard wrongly.

"What do you want me to do? Let me state in advance that my current state is no longer possible."

Even she herself is about to accept that she will die as "food" in the future.

"Is it 'unable to cast spells' or 'limited in casting spells'? Make it clear!"

She has seen both the imperial nobles in the south and the kingdom nobles in the north.

Magic? Trump card? Or curse?

Margarita lowered her head. She was tortured by pain and high fever and could not even cast a spell, let alone explore the principle.

However, Lan En, who was leaning against the cage, grinned in relief.

A crossbow arrow hit it just at this moment, and the wooden shaft of the crossbow made a crisp snapping sound.

If a spell is not turned into an instinctive reaction that drives breathing, then a distraction and violent chaotic magic will twist the mage into an unspeakable mass.

There are still ten seconds of shield left, and the enemies outside the shield are still laughing and shooting crossbows, or running over with long swords and hammers.

The young witcher laughed and raised the hand holding the bottle as if he was holding a wine glass.

The camp was already in chaos, with armed men holding torches converging on the little demon hunter like a long dragon.

Margarita could only see Lan En's side face from below in the cage.

Until she saw a young witcher leaving and returning.

But she understands one thing -

A series of actions caused the enemies to exclaim, and then made them more interested in "bear hunting".

But now...is it really a relaxing time?

Poison-removing potions, disease-removing potions, pain-relieving ointments, magic amulets. Ordinary people can't imagine how much money a mage would spend on these things.

He deflected an arrow with the armor on his wrist, and cut another in mid-air with the sword in his hand.

"I can only do some tricks now! Do you know the tricks? It's as weak as your seal, and it can't even last twenty seconds!"

"What did you say?"

She boasts that she has met most of the noble people on this continent.

Even if there are really the world's top powerful mages in this camp, the gap between the top and the top shouldn't be this big!

Margarita was surprised by the other person's sharp thinking.

Margarita pursed her lips. Even though the magic cream covered her charm, others could still feel the plumpness of her lips.

No. Margarita smiled miserably, remembering how embarrassed Lan En was when he came to her cage for the first time.

Before Margarita could finish speaking, Lan En let out a low growl.

‘Put on a shield’? Does it mean magic protection?

Margarita thought this statement was interesting, easy to understand and relaxed at the same time.

This is the posture for witchers to meditate and rest, but at the same time, it is also the posture in which they can absorb the power of medicine most easily.

On the contrary, he was relaxed and carefree. She had never seen such a person.

But putting oneself in danger for the sake of others is not just and righteous in the process, nor is it regarded as a noble honor.

Ten seconds? What can you do in ten seconds?

Lan En did not respond to her doubts.

A powerful and well-resourced mage will make a lot of preparations to maintain his condition.

A spherical shield like twisted air covered Lan En and Mu Cage.

How could a person who didn't even have common sense about mages discover the difference between these two states in such a short period of time?

Lan En slowly knelt down on the ground.

Of course, the greater possibility is that the chaotic magic scattered in the world cannot be mobilized at all.

Not sure.

But now, there is nothing around Margarita.

The firelight reflected on that exotic face, unexpectedly showing no panic or regret.

In twenty seconds, she can take away the lives of several people. But this will only make her final death more miserable.

Lan En took out two vials from the alchemical leather bag, turned around and asked the sorceress with a smile.

"In the name of Margarita Laux Andrea!"

He won't die here.

His head and face were covered with blood, and he had a reserve of common sense that he didn't know what to ask about the warlock.

His skills are surprisingly good, but his most important knowledge reserve is a mess.

"You will become Arethusa's friend."

Margarita's face was now distorted in order to maintain the shield.

The sorceress looked at those cat eyes seriously.

"Twenty seconds, even ten seconds is enough."

Is this the "chivalry" of his hometown? Or the "chivalry" of the witcher? Margarita couldn't figure it out.

The basis of spellcasting is full concentration.

Are you kidding me? He's just a witcher!

No matter what, the sorceress frowned, tried her best to block the physical pain, concentrated her consciousness briefly, and mobilized the chaotic magic power of disorder.

Lan En did not believe that the world's top sorceress would be directly restricted to the point of completely losing her ability to cast spells.

Instead, he just calmly looked at the enemies who were laughing wantonly.

But since you are not simple, then give it a try!

Expecting an apprentice to fight his way out of a camp full of armed enemies? He was really out of his mind.

"Hahaha, what an honor. Then in your name, cheers! Madam!"

Just like a toast, after finishing speaking, the two bottles were empty.

The dark toxins crawled up the blood vessels and onto the cheeks.

Opening his eyes, there were no amber vertical pupils on the eyeballs but a deep black!

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