Falsifying history is good business

Dandelion had calculated that the time-space gap in Mahakam opened every fourteen or fifteen days, which corresponded to the full moon and the dark moon of each month. From the perspective of Arda, the changes in the moon phases were different from those in the demon hunter world, so Lin You could only wait.

The second time I came to Dol Guldur, the sky here was no longer covered with dark clouds, and I could clearly see the sun, moon and stars. But for some reason, the sunlight here was always colder than elsewhere, and the moonlight was always gloomy. Even the starlight that the elves loved seemed erratic, as if it was always floating in an invisible vapor.

The evil that has accumulated over hundreds or thousands of years cannot be eradicated by just burning it and then exposing it to the sun.

Lin You counted the days and nearly a week passed. It was already the fifteenth day since he entered the world of Alda. The gap in time and space finally opened again, spreading a magnificent "Aurora" to the outside world.

"Fifteen days, basically synchronized with the time of the Witcher world." Lin You now had an idea in mind, and was ready to confirm with Dandelion after returning; but when he stepped through the door, the one who greeted him was not Dandelion or any of Geralt's family of three.

Opposite was a large and well-organized military formation, with soldiers in blue, red and black uniforms arranged in three squares on the left, middle and right.

The armor of the central army was decorated with a red background and white edges, and they carried a red flag with a white eagle wearing a crown, holding a scepter in its claws, and a cross shield hanging on its chest.

The left wing is a blue ocean. Not only are the armor and shields blue, but the flag is also almost sky blue, embellished only with three silver lilies.

A thick mass of black surged on the right wing. The surface of the metal armor was shiny black, faintly reflecting the magnificent light that sprayed out from the cracks in time and space; a sun was embroidered on their flag.

Lin You was most familiar with the right wing formation. After all, he had defeated several companies in the enemy's capital before. He still remembered that those Nilfgaardian soldiers were staggering, covered in dust, and their armor had no luster at all.

The three square formations formed a large formation, with at least three thousand people on high alert; they were well-equipped and armed with spears and halberds like a forest.

This is the center of the fortress built by the orcs; it can be seen that the fortress structure has undergone an emergency transformation, and all the defense measures that were originally intended for external defense have been changed to internal defense. What was originally a strong fortress has been transformed into a cage to lock up prisoners.

Just behind and on the left and right sides of the 3,000-man formation, many archers stood on the high walls of the fortress, ready to provide long-range fire support to the phalanx at any time.

When Lin You crossed the gap in time and space alone and appeared in front of the army, he heard a buzzing sound like a swarm of flying bees. This was the sound that the soldiers subconsciously made when they were surprised. The various voices of thousands of people combined together, noisy and harsh.

Several figures passed through the gaps between the army formations and came in front of him. Lin You looked closely and found that one of them was also an acquaintance - Fringilla Vigo, the royal sorcerer of the Nilfgaard Empire.

The Nilfgaardian sorceress had once been trapped in a terrible state by Lin You's magic-blocking metal trap; but many years had passed, and the sinister little boy had grown up, so she didn't recognize him for a while.

The other two figures beside Wei Ge were also female, whom Lin You had never seen before; but they had the common external characteristics of female sorcerers: enchanting and colorful, boldly dressed, and the kind of style that wanted to slit their skirts to the waist, and never waste even a single thread for unnecessary covering. Although the three stood together, they were actually slightly separated, each representing the army and country behind them.

These people were clearly well prepared; the army was arrayed to guard against orcs, and the three sorceresses were preparing to fight against evil magic while also intending to make the acquaintance of a "powerful god."

A fire killed tens of thousands of orcs and violently uprooted more than a dozen military strongholds; from the narrow perspective of the king and the emperor, this was enough to change the course of a war or even overthrow a country. Moreover, the holder of this power was so mysterious that how could they feel at ease without personally contacting him and finding out the ins and outs?
As for the person responsible for the contact, naturally the best choice is a sorcerer. When Lin You saw the three female sorcerers, he immediately understood all these petty schemes; however, he had no intention of engaging in intrigues with these evildoers. He sensed the breath and direction of the Supreme God of Destiny slightly, and disappeared in full view of everyone the next moment.

"Portal?" The sorceress standing in front of the red and white army frowned slightly.

"Very similar; I can feel a brief distortion in space, but his magic is different from the ones we usually use." Wei Ge also looked at the place where Lin You disappeared thoughtfully, "It's faster, and the fluctuation of magic power is almost unnoticeable when it is activated; I always feel like I have seen this way of casting spells somewhere before."

"Has Yennefer told you the details of this 'God', Philippa?" The sorceress in front of the blue army looked at her companion among the three.

"No. As I remember, you have a better relationship with Geralt's family, Triss? Why don't you go and ask? Even if Yennefer is jealous of you, you can still ask Ciri." The one in the middle of the three was Philippa Eilhart, the magic consultant of the Kingdom of Redania, who had communicated with Yennefer before.

The female advisor of the Kingdom of Temeria rolled her eyes coldly, turned her head away and said nothing.

On the other side, Fringilla Vigo suddenly felt her body shaken; she remembered who this familiar way of casting spells came from.

"You seem to have thought of something?" Philippa was the most observant of all the sorceresses, and she immediately noticed something strange about her companion.

"Hmm... No, I must have thought wrong." Wei Ge hesitated for a few words and quickly passed through the Nilfgaardian army and left. She had already remembered that the young man just now was the instigator of the great riots in the Golden Tower City many years ago and the subsequent political purge; a "devil" who turned the Nilfgaardian Empire upside down and could come and go freely.

The riot that took place in the capital that year has become a taboo in the Nilfgaard Empire, both at home and abroad; countless people have been imprisoned and executed for spreading "poems that slander the Supreme", including many prominent families in the empire.

The most surprising thing is that the emperor was only focused on hunting down the disseminators, but ignored the well-known "poetry creator" Dandelion.

In fact, many people knew that the romantic bard was once the lover of the Grand Duchess of Toussaint and had stayed in Beauclair, the capital of Toussaint for several months. If the emperor wanted to arrest him, Dandelion would have been thrown into prison or even hanged. However, the emperor seemed to be completely unaware of the matter. Not only did he not send anyone to arrest him, he did not even send an imperial edict to Toussaint, completely ignoring the culprit.

The emperor's unusual behavior caused a lot of discussion in the court and the country, and various speculations emerged.

Some said that the Archduchess of Toussaint, a distant cousin, pleaded for her lover with the emperor; some said that the riot was directed and acted by the emperor himself, and even the poet was impersonated by someone else; others said that Dandelion knew more of the emperor's private secrets, so the emperor did not dare to overturn the table.

Thinking about it now, all these speculations seem ridiculous.

Fringilla Vigo had already understood a little about the strange things that happened back then: It turned out that the reason why the emperor was so tolerant was because there was a god standing behind him? (End of this chapter)