The Witcher: Make the Witcher Great Again
Author: Chaos_God
Chapter 84: The Vanished One
Chapter 84: The Vanished One
In the temporary camp, the campfire crackled.
The cook specially brought by Tyrion played a significant role.
He made the food fragrant and incredibly delicious.
The delicious food greatly improved everyone's mood.
Sitting around the campfire, Tyrion recalled the earlier scene and still couldn't help but shudder. "Madam, do you think that could have been caused by necromancy?"
Triss held a roasted chicken leg in her hand, very elegantly taking small bites.
Hearing the short merchant's words, she put down the chicken leg and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
"Necromancy is a forbidden art. Even skilled sorcerers cannot cast it casually, because once necromancy is released, it requires absorbing a large amount of magical power, which may cause irreparable damage."
"Aretuza Academy and Ban Ard Academy have also long since removed necromancy from their compulsory courses."
"Moreover, as far as I know, the effects caused by necromancy are not like that."
Aretuza Academy and Ban Ard Academy were renowned magical academies on the continent.
Comparable to the existence of Hogwarts.
Among them, Aretuza Academy only accepted female students.
While Ban Ard Academy only accepted male students.
Even the knowledgeable sorceress couldn't give a definite answer, and Tyrion's face grew increasingly grim.
"Earlier, I heard that in this land, the history of many forests is even older than that of the elves."
"Now I believe it. No wonder the Cidarian merchants didn't even put up a fight and just handed over the navigation rights of the Adalatte River to us."
Although he didn't say it out loud, judging from Tyrion's expression, the short merchant was now clearly somewhat regretting participating in this operation.
Marillian's expression was strange, and he opened his mouth several times, seemingly hesitating whether to speak.
In the end, he couldn't help but speak.
"Actually... when I was still at Oxenfurt Academy, I once heard a terrifying legend about the forest."
A caravan guard with a beard on his face said with obvious displeasure, "Hey, hey, isn't this the time to talk about this? Look at the place."
Another caravan guard, much younger, joked, "What does it matter? Tell us."
Some wanted to listen, and some didn't.
But on the whole, there were more people who wanted to listen.
In the temporary camp, the campfire crackled.
The cook specially brought by Tyrion played a significant role.
He made the food fragrant and incredibly delicious.
The delicious food greatly improved everyone's mood.
Sitting around the campfire, Tyrion recalled the earlier scene and still couldn't help but shudder. "Madam, do you think that could have been caused by necromancy?"
Triss held a roasted chicken leg in her hand, very elegantly taking small bites.
Hearing the short merchant's words, she put down the chicken leg and wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
"Necromancy is a forbidden art. Even skilled sorcerers cannot cast it casually, because once necromancy is released, it requires absorbing a large amount of magical power, which may cause irreparable damage."
"Aretuza Academy and Ban Ard Academy have also long since removed necromancy from their compulsory courses."
"Moreover, as far as I know, the effects caused by necromancy are not like that."
Aretuza Academy and Ban Ard Academy were renowned magical academies on the continent.
Comparable to the existence of Hogwarts.
Among them, Aretuza Academy only accepted female students.
While Ban Ard Academy only accepted male students.
Even the knowledgeable sorceress couldn't give a definite answer, and Tyrion's face grew increasingly grim.
"Earlier, I heard that in this land, the history of many forests is even older than that of the elves."
"Now I believe it. No wonder the Cidarian merchants didn't even put up a fight and just handed over the navigation rights of the Adalatte River to us."
Although he didn't say it out loud, judging from Tyrion's expression, the short merchant was now clearly somewhat regretting participating in this operation.
Marillian's expression was strange, and he opened his mouth several times, seemingly hesitating whether to speak.
In the end, he couldn't help but speak.
"Actually... when I was still at Oxenfurt Academy, I once heard a terrifying legend about the forest."
A caravan guard with a beard on his face said with obvious displeasure, "Hey, hey, isn't this the time to talk about this? Look at the place."
Another caravan guard, much younger, joked, "What does it matter? Tell us."
Some wanted to listen, and some didn't.
But on the whole, there were more people who wanted to listen.