From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 123 The sorceress wants to act (end)
These are two extremely beautiful women and two extremely powerful women.

One of them is dressed rigorously, her black hair is tied into a classic bun, she is wearing a plain dress, and her face is cold, but she has a curve that is so beautiful that it cannot be hidden by the dress, and the plain dress can make her charm pass through. The contrast is completely raised, making her proud, glamorous, and unbearable.

Tishaya de Vries, a senior sorceress, one of the members of the Wizarding Society, is now the top warlock in the world.

The other person had the standard dress of a court warlock, dressed gorgeously but abandoned the conservativeness of noble ladies and wives.The jacket is sleeveless, low-cut, and hollow, and the skirt is tulle, semi-transparent, and lace. These designs use all methods to show the beauty of the body; she has black agate jewelry on her body, with pleasing long black hair and exquisite makeup. It is as attractive as Tishaya beside her.

Philippa Earhart, Redania Royal Magic Advisor, one of the members of the Supreme Council of Warlocks, a senior sorceress.Although she looks only 30 years old, there are rumors that she is over [-] years old.

Besides these two ladies, there were three other male warlocks in the room.

This is a real secret place in the northern kingdom, where the high-level warlocks gathered and held a real secret meeting.

Vigfortz, wearing leather armor, sat at the head.He is the initiator of this meeting. Since he led the warlocks to win the battle of Mount Sodon, he has gained great prestige among the warlocks in the northern kingdom. Regarding the war against Nilfgaard, everyone is willing to give priority to hearing his opinion.

"First of all, thank you very much for coming." Vigfortz said modestly, "I am also very sorry that all ten people from the Wizarding Council and the Supreme Council of Warlocks were invited to this meeting, but only half of them attended."

"We've lost a lot of friends during this time," Wigfortz said sadly.

There were ten members of the Wizarding Council and the Warlock Supreme Council, but only three men and two women attended the secret meeting.

"Hen Gedimides is unwell and Francesca has other things to attend to," said a man. "Don't make it sound like everyone died at Mount Sodden, they heard you You won't be happy if you do."

"Okay, okay." Vigfortz reluctantly accepted the correction, "Thank you for the reminder, Artor."

The sorcerer who doesn't show face is called Alto Terranova, a member of the wizard society, short and fat, and belongs to the few ugly men among the sorcerers.

"Let's get straight to the point, Vigfortz," said the last male sorcerer in the room, "I used the portal three times in a row from Temeria to get here, not to listen to those clichés .”

The warlock who spoke this time is called Fikat, and like Triss, he is one of the three royal advisors of Temeria. He survived the Battle of Mount Sodden and was praised for his bravery. He is now the youngest of the High Council of Warlocks a member of.

"Okay, okay," Wigfortz said, "We have a lot of topics to discuss today, and I believe everyone has their own preparations. But before that, please allow me to show my hospitality, after all You’ve come a long way, and now there’s bad weather everywhere.”

Vigfortz smiled gently, turned his head and asked in a low voice behind him: "Lydia, could you please excuse me? Then I want to entertain my guests with good ingredients and aged red wine from Cidaris." us."

Lydia van Braidevoort, Wigfortz's assistant and private secretary, came out from behind the curtain like a phantom, looking at the warlocks present with a smile in her eyes.

The warlocks also knew this well-known female assistant, and they all nodded to her.

Lydia clapped her hands, and then two maids rushed forward and back.Their dresses were rustling, and all kinds of tableware were placed on the table.

Finally Lydia gracefully conjured a flame with her thumb and forefinger, and lit the candles in the candlestick.Teshaya saw traces of oil paint on her hands.She took this to heart, and was going to ask the young sorceress to admire her latest work after dinner, knowing that Lydia was a gifted painter.

Dinner took place in silence.The pudgy Aalto was unceremonious, and without waiting for his master to speak, he had the audacity to take the glass bottle of red wine and reach for the food at the same time - and often.

Tishaya ate a little, and she focused most of her energy on arranging dishes, knives and forks, and napkins symmetrically—in her opinion, the placement of those things was still not neat enough, which damaged her sense of order and aesthetics .

Philippa drank with restraint, and Vigfortz ate and drank even more restraint.As for Lydia, she didn't even touch food or wine.

Gold and red candles flickered endlessly.Raindrops tinkled on the stained-glass windows.

"The weather is getting worse and worse recently." Philippa said suddenly, "The strong wind and heavy rain have appeared without warning. If not for this, Sintra, supported by Skellige, would not have lost so much that we couldn't react. Come."

Wigfortz nodded regretfully and said: "If you really want to say that, that storm was really one of the turning points in the northern border. That's why the current situation is so unfavorable to us."

"Well, Vigfortz," Aalto seemed to have finally satiated and said, but at the same time he was looking for a medium-fat piece of meat on the dinner plate, "What do you think of the behavior of the kings? We want to know your point of view. Teshaya and I are interested too. The Wizarding Council wants all members to be on the same page on this matter. If action is taken, we also want everyone to be on the same page."

Wigfortz nodded and said, "Since I am the organizer, I should be the first to start: I think everyone has heard about the public talks that the Northern Kingdom is planning to hold recently?"

Naturally, all the warlocks knew about it.

Philippa jokingly said: "The kings have decided to open the talks, and they won't let us participate or help. They would rather spend months on the road than use our portal."

Wigfortz nodded and said: "Yes, this is not good news. The kings began to think independently, and they began to make their own plans without the advice of consultants. In a short period of time, their thinking level From tactics to strategy? Obviously not long ago in Soden, they could only gallop and shout to attack, and they didn’t even think to look back to see if their troops were left behind or ran in the wrong direction.”

He said regretfully: "None of the kings has asked our permission, and will not ask again. The kings don't trust us."

Fikat frowned and said: "Obviously we were the first to see the threat of Nilfgaard, and we also sent a large number of warlocks to fight against Nilfgaard. Thirteen of us died! If it weren't for us, Nilfgaard would They have already been rampaging in the north."

"We have nothing to do, Fikat." Philippa said coldly, "It is precisely because we have played such an important role that the kings are frightened by us. It just so happens that we have lost a large number of members, so the kings also follow the trend It began to take back the rights that should belong to us."

"Very good." Vigfortz nodded, "Thank you Philippa for your summary, this is exactly what I want to point out. So today we have to find a way to reverse this situation. With all due respect— "

He looked around, taking in the reactions of the warlocks, and said slowly, "The Brotherhood is worrying about how to deal with the plans of the kings? There is no need. Just ignore their plans."

"Sorry, what did you say?" Alto's left hand holding the wine glass and right hand holding the wine bottle stopped in the air, "Did I hear you right? You want us to do nothing? Let..."

"It's already done," Vigfortz interrupted him. "None of the kings has asked our permission, and won't ask again. I repeat, we should pretend we don't know. That's the only reasonable thing to do. practice."

"You mean," the pudgy Artaud frowned, "we cooperate with them and dance this dance?"

"Yes, Alto." Vigfortz looked at him, his eyes sparkling, "you have to dance this dance to their beat, or you have to leave the dance floor. Because the podium of the orchestra is too high You can't climb up and tell the musicians to change the tune, remember that. If you think there is another solution, you're wrong. You mistake the reflections on the lake for stars in the night sky."

Everyone bowed their heads and pondered Vigfortz's suggestion.Although warlocks participate in politics, they have always only had the right to advise the king, so let them directly rebel against the kings?This is not the way a warlock acts.

"Then we just do nothing and wait for the king to marginalize us, and wait for Nilfgaard to invade while we are weak?"

"No, no, we're not doing nothing." Wigfortz said, "First of all, we need to replenish the staff of the Wizarding Council and the Warlock Supreme Council. If even these two institutions are not full, then how can we Running the Brotherhood of Warlocks?"

Regarding this suggestion, everyone has no doubts. After all, in the face of such a severe situation, the warlock management organization that can only exert general operating efficiency is indeed somewhat stretched.

Only Tissaia, the female dean of the Academy of Magic, added as she adjusted her lace sleeves: "But we also prefer shortages, these two institutions represent the pinnacle of warlocks."

When Tishaya adjusted her sleeves, her concentrated and elegant appearance attracted the attention of one side.Especially the pudgy Aalto and the young Fecat.

"Of course, Tishaya, your suggestion is very helpful." Wigfortz smiled, "But I believe that for the next candidate, I believe you will not object: I want to recommend someone to enter the highest level of Warlock Members of the council: Yennefer of Vengerburg!"

When Wigfortz said this, a different light shone in his eyes.Warlocks who don't know him well may not notice it, but the keen Tishaya has caught it.

Tishaya thought: He's planning something.

Long ago, Teshaya noticed something was wrong with Vigfortz.The strength of this young wizard is growing day by day, his brilliance overshadows others, and his record and strength force other warlocks to faintly subordinate to him.

Even, Tissaya felt that the wizard was more and more like a chess player when dealing with the affairs of the northern border.What worried the headmistress was that they knew nothing about the rules of this chess game.

However, what Wigfortz has done so far is beneficial to the northern border and the warlocks, which makes her unable to find a reason not to cooperate with the other party.

The young Fikat also knew nothing about Wigfortez's anomaly, and he quite agreed with Wigfortez's proposal: "Yennefer fought bravely in the Battle of Soden Station, and almost paid his eyes forever. For the price, her strength and qualifications are enough."

"But there is a problem." Vigfortz regretted, "We couldn't find her. She disappeared after the battle."

The chunky Aalto sneered: "Let such an irresponsible person join our organization? Don't forget that Yennefer even abandoned the title of advisor to Wengerberg and his own responsibilities!"

The young Fikat retorted: "But this time she is going to save Triss, who we mistakenly thought was sacrificed!"

As the royal advisor of Temeria, Fikat obviously values ​​Triss very much, and also has a good impression of Yennefer who rescued Triss.

"That's right." Vigfortz said happily, "So why can't we trust Yennefer like this? Fikat, did Triss say where Yennefer went after she came back?"

The young Fikat shook his head: "It seems to be Kaer Morhen, one of the strongholds of that witcher, and also brought Princess Sirila of Cintra with her. I remember that Yennefer was rumored to be walking with a witcher. Very close, now it seems that the rumors are true."

Alto laughed without style: "I also heard that for a while, she was very close to a witcher. If I remember correctly, his name is Geralt. It seems that they are not a dewy marriage, and Ye Nai Fa is quite enamored with him... a witcher, ha, a witcher!"

Wigfortz smiled and said: "This is Yennefer's private matter, and it has nothing to do with us. It's just that she disappeared in her own way, which is really distressing. She also brought the princess of Cintra... Sirila, it's called Is that the name?"

While Vigfortz spoke, Tishaya watched secretly.

Come, this is the feeling, like the feeling of operating a chessboard.Tishaya thought to herself, which sentence of Fikat caused Vigfortz to change?Is it Kaer Morhen, or the witcher, or Cirila of Cintra?

"Speaking of Sintra." Tishaya took the initiative to say, "A new witcher appeared there recently, the rumored long-dead Lann Lannister Ray Allen, does anyone remember?"

The chunky Alto praised Tishaya's field very much: "Of course, Sintra faintly praised him as the No.1 of the younger generation in the North before, but suddenly died suddenly. I didn't expect to jump out now. And became... a witcher, haha."

Artaud smiled contemptuously again.

Tishaya ignored Aalto at all, she focused on the changes in Vigfortz.With the same feeling, he also reacted to the name "Lan". Is there any necessary connection between these reactions?
Tishaya ignored Alto, but some warlocks showed disgust at his reaction.

Philippa suddenly said: "This is the 'demon hunter' who fought all the way from the capital of Sintra to Brokiron, and even repelled Fringila Vigo, and broke up her team." The so-called Nilfgaardian warlock unit."

The sorceress, who had been silent before, said: "I think this is an opportunity. Lannister is one of the heirs of the royal family, and Princess Sirilla is still young, and he has prestige. Not too bad either. Cintra has a lot to offer and we can support him."

"Huh? Support a witcher?" the chunky Alto exclaimed exaggeratedly, "When did we get to this point?"

Philippa said expressionlessly: "The kings in the north have lost their trust in us, but this witcher has actually gained the right to rule a country. In a sense, he is our kind, isn't he? I think this is an inspiration for our future path."

The chunky Aalto pinched Philipa's exposed large skin with his eyes, and shouted louder: "What are you kidding, Philipa? You say that witchers are of the same kind as us? And He just collected a group of refugees! Where is the right to rule in any country?"

Facing the male sorcerer's yelling, Philippa pierced him mercilessly, and she mocked expressionlessly: "If you look down on the witcher so much, why did you covet the magic of the Kyle Siren?" The library? Are you just jealous and jealous, or did Lannister's record of beating Vigo give you a sense of crisis?"

Aalto slammed the table to his feet and began to babble with Philippa.

Of course, it was not so much a quarrel as it was Aalto's unilateral quarrel, and Philippa just looked on coldly.After a long while he was tired from shouting, everyone continued to discuss.

Unlike Alto, the young Fikat had a good impression of Lann: "Lannister's support for warlocks is obvious. He is the complete opposite of Calanthe. It was he who saved Triss, and I heard Said that he also discovered a potential magic apprentice, let Triss bring it over to follow you as an apprentice?"

When Fikat said this, he turned to Wigfortz and turned all his eyes to him by the way.

"That's right, but that apprentice's aptitude is not as good as you imagined." Vigfortz nodded generously, "I plan to let him spend more than ten years consolidating knowledge and getting familiar with experiments, and then slowly Train him, maybe he can become the royal advisor of Sintra in the future."

After answering this question, Wigfortz looked at Tishaya expectantly: "Tishaya, among the people present, you are the person who is most familiar with Yennefer, can you locate her?"

Tissaya shook her head: "Ye Naifa wears amulets made of gemstones, metals and crystals, which are enough to shield any spiritual visits. As long as Ye Naifa doesn't want anyone to know where she is, no one will find out. she."

Here it is again, this feeling, although he concealed it well, but he is very disappointed in not being able to find Yennefer, it is more than a normal degree of loss.Tishaya felt it, but she didn't know why.

"If you can't find Yennefer." The young Fikat suggested, "I think Triss is also good. She fought bravely in the battle of Soden Mountain..."

Wigfortz refused: "Triss is still too young, let her be a supporter of Cintra, isn't this what you want? And I think she is also enjoying it."

At this moment, everyone basically finished eating, and Lydia, the assistant of Wigfortz, brought the maid over to clean up the mess and refill the wine for everyone.

"Thank you, Lydia." Tishaya said softly, looking at Lydia who had never made a sound and sighed.

Lydia is a beautiful warlock and a superb painter. A landscape painting of Lydia hangs in the glorious corridor of the Arethusa Academy of Magic. Laura Doren's Encounter.

It's a pity that such a beauty, a painter, once participated in an experiment to study ancient cemetery crafts under the recommendation of Wigfortz.Those artifacts were cursed, and thus cost Lydia severe burns, a shattered jaw, and a mutated throat.

A total of five warlocks participated in the experiment at that time, except for Lydia, three of them died on the spot, and the fourth lost both eyes and hands, and then went crazy.

Afterwards, Lydia has been resisting the regeneration spell to regenerate skin and flesh, but only uses illusion to maintain a normal appearance. She loses the ability to speak and only uses telepathy as her only way of communication.It was also from then on that she truly became the shadow of Vigfortz.

A male apprentice that Tishaya had never seen came in with the maids to help clean up the tableware.

Because it was an unfamiliar face, and her demeanor was too incompatible with those servants, Tishaya couldn't help but look at it twice, until the apprentice was taken away by Lydia.

Very strange, many places have become strange.Tishaya began to arrange the lace on her cuffs again. She tried to think hard, but she couldn't see what was wrong.

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At night, Redania Palace.

The portal opened in mid-air, and the figure of Philippa Earhart emerged from it.

It was already late at night, but she was not in a hurry to rest. Instead, she walked to the side of the magical contactor made of crystals and gems, muttering something.

Ripples appeared in the invisible magic fluctuations, and a figure gradually changed from illusion to solidity, projecting in front of Philippa.

Maverick short hair, proud and stubborn eyes, dressed as a court sorceress, it turned out to be Fringilla Vigo.

One of the top talkers of the warlocks in the north actually has a connection with the sorceress of Nilfgaard. If others find out, their jaws will drop in shock.

"How is it? Am I right?" Fringeira Vigo couldn't wait to say upon seeing Philippa, "There must be something wrong with Vigfortz!"

Philippa said indifferently: "His biggest problem is that he has a close relationship with you, although I am the same now."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fringilla to mock her, Philippa went on to say: "But Vigfortz did hide a lot of things, his reaction to Princess Sirilla and Lannister was abnormal, and he has more Many demands, but concealed from us."

Philippa deduced: "Either, his appeal will hurt us, so he concealed it; or, he can get huge gains from it, so he is unwilling to let us know how to share the profit."

Philippa thought for a while, then raised her head and drank the wine in the glass.

She asked Fringilla, "Is Lann really as powerful as you said?"

The short-haired sorceress spoke convincingly: "He used fire magic. Or his seal is more powerful than fire magic—then this is a bigger problem."

Philippa nodded and said, "In this case, I will contact him at the right time."

Fringira asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"

Philippa finally smiled at this time, it was a beautiful smile, it was a confident smile, and it was a smile that could be recognized by all ambitious people.

"Whether it's the Northern Territory, Nilfgaard, or the Demon Hunter, these are not important. The reason why I contacted you is because our ideas are similar."

She went to the table and poured out a glass of Toussaint, walked around her workbench, which was strewn with retorts, cauldrons, test tubes, crystals, and many magical implements, and walked slowly to her bookshelf.

"We all agree that magic is above all else, and I also think that a warlock who has mastered magic should get more than what he has now."

Philippa stared at the bookshelf for a moment, and then took out two tomes.

"If your description is correct, then this Ran of Cintra may really be higher than a demon hunter, even higher than ordinary warlocks..."

Philippa said firmly, "We'll need him."

The moonlight shone, slightly illuminating the covers of the two old tomes in her hand, revealing the names written in the ancient language—"Ancient Blood (Aen Hen Ichaer)" and "Islini's Prophecy (Aen Hen Ichaer)" Ithlinnespeath).

(End of this chapter)