The Witcher: Darkness Falls

The little boy ran down holding a piece of blue crystal.

He panted and said, “You can use this magic crystal to contact the teacher.

He said if I encountered any problem that I couldn't solve, I could contact him, but he might not be able to reply to me immediately! "

"What are you waiting for? Contact us now!" Zivar said immediately.

"Just be patient." Lyon patted Zivar's shoulder.

Zivar immediately felt a little rude, so he quickly apologized: "Sorry, I was too anxious."

The little boy was still a little afraid of Zival, so he quickly shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Zivar smiled bitterly.

"How can you use the trouble crystal if you don't have magic?" Leon asked the key question.

Many wizard things require magic to use.

"I have this!" The little boy took out a glass bottle and shook the dark and sticky liquid inside and said, "This is a disposable magic solvent. It contains magic. Just pour it in.

When the teacher is not around, I use this to charge the lights on the weather tower."

As he spoke, he poured the black slime onto the magic crystal.

The moment the glass bottle was opened, the Demon Hunter Medal began to tremble, and Leon shuddered all over, and the strange feeling came over him again.

However, he suppressed this strange feeling and stared at the crystal in the boy's hand.

The black mucus was as disgusting as snot. It hung along the wall of the bottle and was immediately absorbed into the crystal the moment it touched it.

Then, the magic crystal began to flicker slightly and emit a soft light.

The little boy immediately shouted: "Teacher, teacher, can you hear me?"

However, there was no response from the other side.

The little boy shouted twice more, but still no response.

He then apologized: "It seems that the teacher doesn't..."

"Mel? Is that you? What happened?"

Just when the little boy thought that Stregobor must be busy, an old voice came from the magic crystal.

Mel was so excited that he quickly said, "Teacher, your friend wants to talk to you about something!"

"Friend?" Stregobor was obviously surprised.

"It's me, Leon." Leon stepped forward and said.

"Oh! It's Leon. You've arrived in Nilfgaard so soon? What do you want to talk to me about?"

The other party was a little surprised. It seemed that he thought about his friends and did not think of Leon.

Lyon didn't waste time. He briefly described the current situation and then sought a solution.

“You mean, your dwarf friend was poisoned by the goblins?” Stregobor’s tone sounded a little surprised, but Leon always felt it was a little strange.

"You know goblins?" he inquired.

From Stregobor's tone, he seemed to be able to tell the difference between goblins and dwarves, but he did not expect that the dwarves would be poisoned by the goblins.

"Of course, of course I know that." Stregobor said matter-of-factly, "But isn't that thing extinct?"

Leon and Zival looked at each other. It seemed that they still underestimated the wizard's knowledge.

But after all, he is an old wizard who has lived for more than 600 years. If you think about it carefully, it seems natural for the other party to know the existence of goblins.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later. Is there any way to help my friend now? He's dying." Leon said quickly.

"Hmm..." The other end murmured, obviously thinking.

"The potion can heal him, but it has to be the right medicine for the condition.

From what you just described, your friend must have been poisoned to the bone.

I am in Cintra now and have more important things to do. I really can't judge what the situation is with that dwarf."

Zival sighed, and the flower of hope that had just ignited in his heart gradually died out.

"Is there anyone in Nilfgaard who can help us? Don't you have so many colleagues? Can you please help us talk to them?" Leon asked hurriedly.

Stregobor had said before that there could be five official wizards in Nilfgaard, so there should be four even if Stregobor was not there.

"Of course, but I don't know if they can help. Please wait a moment and I'll ask them. It's possible that they are not here either."

As he spoke, there was no more sound from the other end.

Everyone just waited like this.

"Your name is Mel?" Leon asked.

Mel replied, "Yes, Mel Golan Diffrin Roken."

Leon pondered the other person's name. It seemed that the little guy in front of him came from a big family!

"My name is Leon, as I just said," Leon said.

"My name is Zival Wawel, from Mahakam." Zival also introduced himself.

"Hello!" Mel greeted quickly, although he didn't need to.

"Hello!" Zivar responded.

"How long have you been studying here?" Leon asked.

"Two years!" Mel replied.

"How old are you this year?" Leon asked again.

"Nine years old this year!" Mel gradually relaxed.

Leon raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I've been studying with Bourne since I was seven! Is it tiring to learn to be a wizard? What does it take?"

Mel immediately started talking when Leon asked this.

"I'm so tired! Let me tell you, in addition to learning Mandarin every day, I also need to learn the language of the ancient elves, and remember some strange runes. Those runes are like earthworms, crooked and twisted. Looking at them makes me dizzy!

I also have to learn meditation every night, which is said to require entering a state where there is nothing in my mind.

But I couldn’t get in at all, and fell asleep after a while. I still haven’t learned how to think!

besides……"

Mel complained to Leon, and Leon agreed from time to time, saying that being a wizard was really hard.

This further aroused Mel's desire to speak, and the two of them continued to speak in unison.

Zivar was impressed by Lyon, as he was not very good at getting along with children because these disrespectful little guys always liked to pull his beard.

If it was an adult, he could just swing the axe at him, but he couldn't do that to children because they knew nothing and ignorance is not a crime.

While Leon was talking to Mel, Zival looked at Retak lying on the hospital bed, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

"You are so unlucky, but you must hold on!" he thought to himself, while silently praying to the goddess of Mahakam.

Finally, more than an hour later, the magic crystal that had been silent for a long time finally started to move again.

“Leon, I contacted them. There are only two people still in Nilfgaard City, but only one of them is willing to help you.

If you really can't wait, you can go find her. Her name is Fringilla Vigo, a female high-level wizard. I am a good friend of her uncle Artorios, and I have taught her magic.

Go find her, she is in the Castle of Groy, her base in Nilfgaard."