From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 359 The curtain rises, the lights are in place, and the actors wait on stage
The huge central hall of Arethusa Palace was built in a T shape.The longer one has narrow, tall windows that are almost level with the tops of the columns supporting the ceiling.

The ceilings here are high and every window has stained glass.There was wind blowing through the hall, but all the candle flames remained motionless. Lann could clearly feel the vibration of the lion's head badge as he walked slowly past. It was obvious that these candles were enchanted.

In Arethusa, magic is more common than Gwent in the tavern.

The Warlock Brotherhood has a tradition of banquets. The more important the meeting is, the more grand the banquet will be before the meeting.

And this time, the meeting that was going to entertain representatives from the entire northern territory even mobilized the servants from the entire Thaned Island. Not enough, the Brotherhood also hired a lot of cooks and servants from Goss Velen.

Triss put on an emerald green low-cut evening dress, and the skirt seemed to flicker with the light of the forest under the candlelight.There is gold embroidery on the edge of the skirt, a necklace made of gold leaves hangs on the collarbone, and a headband decorated with broken gold and small gems is tied on the forehead.

Such a bejeweled outfit should have been exaggerated, but the harmonious color combination and Triss's unique temperament made the entire outfit elegant.The flaming hair slightly obscured the exposed back, and Lan even half expected that red hair to set the dress on fire.

"I heard from the dressmaker in Sintra that this skirt is a design sketch you drew?" Seeing Lan's eyes almost glued to her, Tris curled her lips reservedly, "I now believe those cowboys Scholars have been attracted to Cintra by your knowledge."

"I still have many qualities waiting for you to explore." Lan also raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his arm.

"So now, will the man in front of you have the honor to invite Ms. Triss to the banquet?"

The thin arms like twigs were held up in a chuckle.

The surrounding hall walls are decorated with tapestries, garlands and pennants, which flutter in the cold wind from time to time.Rows of long tables stood against the walls, beneath swaying tapestries and garlands, with exquisite plates placed on even more exquisite tablecloths, exquisite flower arrangements and ornate ice sculptures.

Lann and Triss walked into the hall. At this time, there were hundreds of people present.

The appearance of the lion and the sorceress immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

……

"The Lion of Sintra actually came in person, I thought it was just a rumor..."

"I've long wanted to meet him in person, but I didn't expect that the real person is even more handsome than the one described in the poem... Can an appearance without magic adjustment really produce such a beautiful face?"

"Look next to him. It's Merigold. I heard that she has been very close to the lion for a long time... What good luck!"

"Drink, maybe it's not good luck..."

……

Compared with the representatives from various countries who were concealing their whispers, the sorceress's discussion was undisguised.

They were also far more unrestrained than the ladies and ladies who coveted Lann. Soon there were several sorceresses dressed in clothes that could be described as "dirty" in Ciri's eyes, twisting their waists and trying to get closer to Lann.

But they soon began to fight among themselves, seeming to want to compete for the "strongest" to gain the glory of being close to the lion.

Before Lan could laugh, he suddenly felt the force holding his arm tighten, trapping him with a strong sense of wrapping.

Well, it still feels familiar.

The sorceresses not far away spat in unison and fought among themselves faster.

"Are you very proud?" Lann lowered his head and looked at Triss with a decent and warm smile on her face.

Although the red-haired sorceress greeted the acquaintances around her politely, Lann believed that if it weren't for the wrong occasion, the surrounding temperature would have risen enough to ignite a fire.

After a few collisions of ideas in his mind, Lan quickly figured out the most appropriate response at the moment.

He also had a smile in line with social etiquette on his face, his tone was soft, but the words he spoke were cold.

"Are there any enemies of yours among those people? Do you want me to take the opportunity to chop a few times during the chaos?"

"Ok?"

"Remember our plan - to break up the Brotherhood and absorb warlocks into Cintra. Therefore, other respected people who may be able to gather scattered warlocks must be taken for their own use as soon as possible; and they may become our enemies. , and dangerous elements who are at risk of inciting scattered warlocks must be removed as soon as possible."

Lann nodded Triss's delicate shoulders in the direction of the group of sorceresses: "For example, they."

"That's all you thought about?" The voice was a little excited.

"Otherwise?" Lan En's expression was reasonable, "The overall situation is the most important thing."

Triss is not an innocent little girl, she can fully understand Lann's intentions.With Lan En's ambition, this murderous passage is definitely true; but for a man, it is definitely not very true.

But Triss liked Lan's response.

Then Lan felt the wrapping feeling on his arms getting stronger, and his nose could almost only smell jasmine and orange.

"By the way, I really like your new perfume." Lan said seriously.

Triss covered her mouth and chuckled: "Yennefer helped me pick these together... Look, they are there!"

Not far away, a sorceress with wavy black hair held an embarrassed witcher with silver-gray hair.She stretched out her snow-white neck like a swan, raised her head, and pushed Geralt provocatively into the center of attention of the people around her.

With Lan's eyesight, he could see that the wolf head badge on Geralt's chest was constantly vibrating.Apparently the sorceresses around were not only curious about the "little wolf dog" brought back by Yennefer, but also used their mind-reading skills to test it.

"As expected of her." Triss sighed after looking at Yennefer's behavior, "But the people around her are so rude - do you want to save Geralt?"

The answer was obvious. Lan quickly took Triss and walked quickly towards Geralt.This move completely focused the attention of the entire party here. Now it was not just the sorceress who was curious about Geralt.

But the good thing is that now that the lion has appeared, the sorceresses will no longer continue to use mind reading to spy on Geralt no matter how reckless they are.Lan could clearly feel Geralt sighing in relief.

……

Lan looked up and down at the white wolf, who was obviously more majestic. He was wearing a straight black tight-fitting dress, which perfectly outlined his muscular figure.

"Yennefer insisted that I put it on." Feeling the teasing look in Lan's eyes, White Wolf explained helplessly.

But that's not the point. The point is the significance of Geralt's appearance here - the second mutation is completed.

Triss and Yennefer hugged each other happily, then walked aside, leaving space for the two men.Lann and Geralt each held a glass of wine and started chatting amidst the curious eyes around them. "how do you feel?"

"It has never been so good." Geralt clinked glasses with Lan. "It's like a new body. The strength, speed, and reaction have all increased explosively. I can now control Eskar and Lan with one hand. Burt pressed and beat together."

"And most importantly - look."

Geralt raised his hand, and an invisible force surged in his hand.The lion emblem and the wolf head emblem thus began to tremble together.

The Witcher Badge will not react to the power of the Witcher Sigil.

What Geralt has in his hands is the purest chaotic energy, the power of magic.

"I am the source of magic again." Geralt said softly.

……

Geralt's mother is a druid named Visenna; his father is a legendary and powerful warrior named Colin.Geralt, the child of their union, has had unparalleled talent since birth.

In theory, Geralt was supposed to be a powerful spellcaster like Vilgefortz.

But fate was twisting. Geralt's father died fighting to protect his lover before Geralt was born. Before he died, he saw a vision of adult Geralt fighting monsters as a witcher.

Visenna therefore believed that her child would become a witcher and believed that this was destiny, so she sent Geralt to Kaer Morhen after his birth.

As the son of a warrior and a druid, Geralt was discovered to have a natural source of magic by the resident mages of Kaer Morhen. His strength and learning ability were also among the best among the demon hunter apprentices at the same time.Geralt's witcher mutation went particularly well, and he even participated in additional mutation experiments, and his creamy-white hair was a result of these additional mutations.

Unfortunately, these mutations eventually destroyed Geralt's magic talent.Although he was better at casting spells than a normal demon hunter, and he didn't have to worry about his body being destroyed by the out-of-control power of the demonic source, he eventually lost the ability to cast spells freely.

Fortunately, just like Geron, Geralt's talent was finally awakened by the second mutation.

And Geralt, who has superimposed the magic source talent, has also experienced an explosive improvement in strength, and has steadily been promoted to the first combat echelon of the current Demon Hunter Order; if he is given enough time to learn and adapt, in the future It can definitely become the third combat force after Lann and Jeron!

……

"Jeron has talked to me a lot in the past few days." Geralt sighed, "Lan, you have a good teacher."

Lann smiled slightly: "Be careful if Vesemir hears it, you will be in trouble."

Geralt's awakening of talent was an unexpected gain, and with the addition of Cohen, Leitho, and other demon hunters who have now completed the second mutation, Lann is more confident that he can achieve his goal in the next melee.

At this moment, the sorceresses not far away who were fighting for the right to chat with Lan finally decided the winner. A black-haired sorceress walked towards the two of them.

She wore a shirt made of black thin silk, a dark red skirt, and a silver belt with a huge rose-shaped buckle.The collar of the shirt is slit down to the navel, and the side of the skirt is slit to the hips - very characteristic of a sorceress, and the exposed part is also very eye-catching.

"Sabine Grievesig." Geralt actually recognized her at a glance. "Henselt's royal advisor, known as the 'authentic daughter of Kaedwen Moor'."

"Kaedwen." Lann chewed these three words.He naturally understands the major political forces in various countries and is no stranger to royal advisors.

"But why are you so familiar with her?"

"Yennefer helped me get to know them in advance." Geralt shrugged, "And Ciri also asked me to, uh... 'protect' you. So I'm sorry."

Seeing the dazzling sorceresses approaching, Geralt was slightly ahead of Lann, as if he wanted to protect his daughter of destiny from the sorceresses that the Lion of Cintra was about to face.

But it turned out that White Wolf's defense was a bit redundant.

……

All the warlocks, including Sabina, stopped what they were doing and stepped aside, bowing to the dignitaries entering the hall. The representatives from various countries were a little confused at first, but they quickly understood the current situation.

Members of the two decision-making bodies of the Warlock Brotherhood: the Coven and the Supreme Council of Warlocks, arrived.

The leader was a middle-aged but energetic man, wearing simple woolen clothes; walking next to him was a tall woman with clear features and neatly combed black hair.

Following closely behind them was an old acquaintance—Wilgefortz.He was tall and strong, wearing a knight-style jacket, high-spirited and handsome.No one could tell that he was different from before.

"This is Gerhart of Eller, also known as Henry Gedimidis, the eldest living warlock." A voice suddenly sounded behind Lann and Geralt, "Beside him The woman in question is Tishaia de Veris, now the dean of Arethusa Magic Academy. She is not much younger than Henry, but she has never hesitated to use elixirs to cover up her age."

"You have to be careful about the man behind them, he is Wilgefortz!"

Lann and Geralt turned around and saw a tall bald man speaking.The other party was also wearing a breathtaking tight-fitting dress similar to Geralt's. He looked a bit bloated, but anyone who knew this guy well could understand that the other party's strong physique was disguised as "bloated".

"Long time no see, Lord Lannister."

"Count Dijkstra." Lann toasted to Redania's intelligence chief.

"Please don't call me that. I'm just a farmer's son. His Majesty Vizmir gave me the title just because he hopes I won't be offensive when talking to people like you."

Sigismund Dijkstra bowed slightly towards Lan and said hello to Geralt.

"You still call Vizmir 'Your Majesty'?" Lann smiled slightly, "You are indeed very cautious."

However, Dijkstra's reaction next shocked Lann.

The sinister face of the intelligence leader suddenly became serious, and he said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Duke Lannister, you are no longer what you used to be, and you have become Philippa's chosen partner for the plan. But this does not mean that you You can despise my king in front of me, a subject."

what's the situation?
Lan En's expression remained unchanged, but thoughts ran through his mind like lightning.

The intelligence chief was indeed a patriot, and he spoke highly of the king - but didn't he know that the killer assigned by Philippa would soon kill his king?
Wait, does he really not know?
...Things are getting interesting.

Lann said leisurely: "I apologize to you and His Majesty Vizmir who is not here for my rudeness."

This language made Dijkstra's expression soften and he handed over his hand.Only then did Lan and Geralt see Dijkstra coming over with two glasses of wine.

He looked at Lann and Geralt and took the two glasses of wine with a slight smile, and sincerely wished him well: "I hope our subsequent actions will go well... Do you need me to continue introducing the members of the Wizarding Council and the Supreme Council to the two? "

(End of this chapter)