Chapter 528

In Marvel, working for the system.

Learning witchcraft was different from learning programming. You couldn't just search online and find piles of tutorials and examples.

With only a few parchment scrolls and the materials he had gathered, Kaecilius had gone from knowing nothing to grasping the basics in a few years. He clearly had talent. Had he been born into a family with an established tradition, he would most likely have made an excellent Demon Hunter.

Using the witchcraft recorded on the parchment scrolls, Kaecilius had modified the goblins he found in the limestone cavern.

Ordinary goblins stood between half a meter and a meter tall, and their fighting ability hovered around that of a goose, depending on the circumstances. Like most weak creatures, they liked to band together. In a fight, goblins swarmed their opponents, but the slightest disadvantage sent them scattering.

They were a race that bullied the weak and feared the strong.

Most lived underground, deep in remote forests, or in other places rarely visited by humans.

So.

Even when Geralt noticed that the footprints resembled goblin tracks, he hadn't associated these three-hundred-pound creatures with goblins.

He could hardly be blamed.

As coincidence would have it, Kaecilius had been nearby when Daniel Gates camped at Eden Lake. He recognized Daniel Gates as Bor Gates's son at a glance.

The father and son looked far too alike.

Seeing that face reminded Kaecilius of the night of slaughter, and of his dead wife.

Rage consumed him.

Never mind "Bor was the one at fault, not his child." Kaecilius wanted nothing but revenge.

He had ordered his modified goblins to abduct everyone.

But his emotions had been too intense, affecting the goblins.

As a result, the modified goblins had beaten one of them to death.

The blood had stimulated the