Chapter 63 63. Cheers, Ma'am!
Margarita Laux Andrea.

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

The noble family and unparalleled magical wisdom have given her her current status.

But now, her two lower legs have been cut off a lot of muscle, her body is dirty and smelly, and she can only curl up in a wooden cage with the dead bones of her own students.

The high fever on her body did not subside, and the fact that she was able to survive the infection for so many days under this kind of wound already showed that a top female sorceress was beyond ordinary people in terms of mana and physical strength.

But it was still useless, the high fever and the pain of festering wounds still tormented her, preventing her from casting spells.

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

Guys who don't know anything just think that the magic power of mages is so powerful that they can even wipe out a knight order on the frontal battlefield.

But those in the know know very well that in order for the mage to be unable to release spells, in addition to expensive anti-demon gold, even a dysentery is all that is needed.

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

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

The basis of casting spells is the power of concentration.

Without turning a spell into a breath-driven instinct, a distracted, frenzied Chaos magic twists the mage into something unspeakable.

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

Potions for detoxification, potions for curing diseases, pain-relieving ointments, magic amulets. Ordinary people simply cannot imagine how much a mage would spend on these things.

But right now, there's nothing around Margarita.

So, the noble margarita, the beautiful margarita, the mighty margarita
During this period of time, it can only be like a hen waiting to be slaughtered, staying in the cage.

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

Until she saw a young witcher go and come back.

The camp was already in chaos. Armed personnel held torches and gathered towards the little witcher like a long dragon.

Margarita could only see Lane's profile in the lower part of the cage.

The firelight shone on that exotic face, unexpectedly showing no panic, nor tainted with regret.

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

As if he really believed that he could kill a bloody path from here.

What are you kidding?He's just a witcher!

No. Margarita smiled bitterly, remembering Lan En's embarrassment when she came to her cage for the first time.

With blood all over his head and face, he has a reserve of common sense about warlocks.
Surprisingly good skills, but the most important knowledge reserve is a mess.

This is just an apprentice who didn't even become a teacher.

Counting on an apprentice to fight his way through a camp full of armed enemies?I really lost my mind and went crazy.

But inexplicably, when the little apprentice said to himself "I want to try to struggle", there was a strange sense of trust.

He will not die here.

magic?hole card?Or a curse?

Not sure.

Margarita lowered her head. Tortured by the pain and high fever, she couldn't even cast spells, let alone explore the principles.

But since it's not easy for you, try it!

"What do you want me to do? Let me state in advance that I am unable to do so in my current state."

"Is it 'unable to cast spells' or 'restricted spell casting'? Make it clear!"

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

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

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

Lan En didn't believe that the world's top sorceress would be directly restricted to completely lose the ability to cast spells.

Even if there are really world-class powerful mages in this camp, the gap between the top and the top should not be so large!

Margarita was surprised by the sharp thinking of the other party.

How could a person who had no common sense about mages notice the difference between these two states in such a short period of time?

"I can only play some tricks now! Do you understand tricks? It's as weak as your seal, and it can't even last for 20 seconds!"

It is because of this circumstance that Margarita is stuck here.

In 20 seconds, she can take the lives of several people.But that just made her final death a little bit worse.

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

"Ten seconds is enough for 20 seconds."

"What did you say?"

Margarita thought she had heard wrong.

ten seconds?What can you do in ten seconds?
Lane didn't respond to her doubts.

"Come on mage, put on a shield."

'Put a shield'?Do you want magic protection?
Margarita thinks this kind of statement is a bit interesting, it is easy to understand and at the same time very relaxed.

But now...is it really easy time?

In any case, the female sorceress frowned, tried her best to shield the physical pain, concentrated her consciousness for a short time, and mobilized the chaotic magic power of disorder.

A layer of spherical shield like twisted air covered Lan En and the wooden cage.

A crossbow bolt hit it at this moment, and the wooden pole of the crossbow bolt made a crisp snapping sound.

Lan En slowly knelt down on the ground.

This is the posture in which the witcher rests in meditation, but at the same time...it is also the posture in which they are most likely to absorb the power of medicine.

"Will Arethusa pay me if I rescue you this time?"

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

At this time, Margarita's face was twisted in order to maintain the shield.

With ten seconds left on the shield, the enemies beyond the shield were still laughing and shooting crossbow arrows, or running over with long swords and hammers.

But the witcher didn't even look them in the eye now.

Margarita pursed her lips. Even though there was a magic cream to cover up her charm, others could still feel the plumpness of her lips.

She claimed to have met most of the noble people in this continent.

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

But putting yourself in danger for the sake of others is not justified in the process, nor is it considered a noble honor.

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

Is this the "chivalry" of his hometown?Or the "chivalry" of the witcher?Margarita doesn't understand.

But she understands one thing -

You don't do these things for the glory of the world, do you, witcher.

You are just doing what you want to do.

"You will be friends with Aretuza."

The sorceress looked seriously at those cat eyes.

"In the name of Margarita Laux Andrea!"

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

"Hahaha, what an honor. Then also in your name, cheers! Ma'am!"

Like a toast, after speaking, the two bottles were already empty.

The pitch-black toxin crawled up the cheek along the blood vessels.

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