From Demon Hunter to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 97: The World Goes Business as Usual

The soldiers glared at each other with red eyes: “Shut up, you won.” All my cards go to you except this card, only this one can’t. ”

Xingshang looked around and shook his head helplessly: “Okay, okay…”

The soldiers were so excited that they had no interest in spending any more time on the Quint cards. Deep in the wine, someone slaps the table in anger and yells.

“Lord Lannister must have been attacked by the Nifgaards, and Toussaint is definitely an accomplice! ”

A companion next to him held down his drunken drinking friend who began to talk nonsense, shook his head and shouted to the bard on the side of the tavern: “Poet, sing a song for our Lannister Earl.” ”

Everyone also raised their glasses in cooperation at this moment: “Honor Lannister!” ”

Milo Glass nodded and began to pluck the strings: “Good Lannister, valiant Lannister, generous Lannister, merciful Lannister…”

At the bar, two men dressed as warriors were drinking, and there was an empty circle around the two of them. People passing by clinked glasses with wine glasses, but no one came to join them.

They are Ace, House.

Only Miró Glass, who had finished singing, came over at this moment to toast the two attendants, and they could barely be counted as having a relationship.

“Count Lion, two lords. ”

Ace picked up his glass and saluted, “We are not adults. ”

House picked up his glass in return: “Thank you for your song, poet.” But how did you come back? ”

The merchant poet plucked the strings and said with a smile: “Everyone loves the song of the Lion Count, and this is the place that inspires me the most.” And I hope to have the privilege of meeting Lord Count again, after all, I still owe him a drink. ”

Ace smiled bitterly, if Lan was still there, he would hate these people who did not measure up. These greedy fellows stared at the sparsely populated Lannister, always wanting to mix up an official half-job, or lick the krona leaking out of the fingers of the generous count.

But now that the count is dead, he has nothing but lamentations to the merchant poet:

“Lord Earl never asks for wine to be returned, and he is unlike the miserly Sirs you have seen. And you will not have new subjects to create in the future – leave Sintra, poet, and do not learn from the merchants who desperately want to make a fortune in war. If you want to return the Count’s wine, pass on his poetry, and knights like him should not be forgotten. ”

Milo Glass smiled nonchalantly: “Of course the wine has to be returned, for me this is the rule… And I don’t think I don’t have new subject matter to work on. ”

The stubborn merchant poet left after a brief conversation greeting the two attendants, and the remaining two fell silent again.

The tavern owner poured wine for the two attendants, and in the next second they picked it up and drank it. After a long time, Ace finally asked:

“Sward still can’t come? ”

House nodded: “He is now inseparable from Her Royal Highness, standing guard until he fainted two days ago, fortunately he was discovered by Hardy in time.” He always felt that it was his own fault, because he was the only one of the three of us to follow Lord Count. ”

Ace sighed: “Do you blame him?” ”

House glanced at Ace: “What about you?” ”

The tavern owner poured wine for the two, and the two clinked glasses and drank.

Ace suggested, “Let’s get together more often in the future, the longer we get in touch with those officers now… The more I miss Lord Count. ”

House shook his head: “Who isn’t, those knights in the court really… There will be no knight like Lord Count.

But forget about polypoly. Didn’t your father help you become a squad leader of the City Guard? Don’t be so idle when you first take office. I’m also learning housekeeping with Mr. Ens now, and I should become a palace attendant or something like that. ”

Ace bowed his head, his former comrade-in-arms fell apart because of the death of the oath master, and he asked again: “Do you have any news of Mr. Geralt over there?” ”

“Queen Carantha almost didn’t release him from the dungeon, but in the end, it was the credit of Mossack’s advisors that kept him alive. Finally, Queen Carantha asked him never to set foot in Sintra or have his head cut off. ”

Ace sighed, “Then we may never meet Mr. Geralt, he is also an amazing warrior.” ”

House suddenly remembered something and said, “But Mr. Mossack seems to have asked him to do something, maybe something magical, but it’s not something I should know.” ”

“Speaking of magic… Doesn’t Lord Count still have a warlock friend, what is his name? ”

“I heard it was Temoria’s advisor, I forgot what it was called. ”

…………

“Triss! ”

Triss was walking through the crowd when she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

Looking back, it was a sorceress wearing a black and white mixed color dress, the skirt rustling. She has violet eyes, long black wavy hair that reflects the light of peacock feathers, and she exudes Triss’s familiar smell of cloves and gooseberries.

“Yennefer? I’ve been looking for you for years…”

The sorceress named Yennefer twisted her snow-white neck with a black velvet ribbon and looked at everything in front of her in confusion, and a large number of warlocks poured into a conference hall, and Triss was originally one of them.

“A warlock said that Tishaya needed my help, and that man called himself Wigofotz of Logueyven. Yennefer frowned, “What are you doing, what needs to gather so many warlocks?” ”

Triss was overjoyed when she heard Yennefer’s answer: “With you back, Dean Tishaya can indeed breathe a sigh of relief.” ”

Then she explained, “We are holding a secret meeting of the Warlocks of the Northern Kingdom. Nifgaard is in full swing, they have already captured Manado, and Sintra is next! ”

Everyone rushed into the conference hall, and inside the hall, a middle-aged warlock who looked to be about fifty years old was talking, he looked energetic, and his brown beard was well groomed.

But warlocks, like demon hunters, cannot judge age by their appearance. This is actually a centuries-old warlock named Atores Vigo. He is a master of illusion and magic, and his strength and seniority have given him a large number of fans in the Warlock Brotherhood, and his prestige even exceeds that of most members of the two bodies of the Wizarding Society and the Warlock Supreme Council.

Atores was now stating his opinion to the warlocks present: “To go to war with Nifgaard is to go crazy, and it is even more foolish to fight Nifgaard for Sintra!” Sintra has been rejecting our warlocks for decades, rejecting the help of magic, and now it’s just right for them to get their way. ”

The warlocks in the room were divided into two factions around the long table, and Athores’ side was led by him and another white-haired robed male warlock, who were clearly opposed to the resistance to Nifgaard.

The warlocks who advocated taking the initiative against Nifgaard across from them were represented by two young warlocks, a man and a woman.

The sorceress is named Tishaya de Verisse, a senior sorceress, one of the five members of the Order of Wizards, and the headmaster of Eritusa Academy, one of the only two magical schools in the world. Her dress is rigorous, her black hair is coiled into a classical bun, and her low-cut long skirt with plain colors outlines her full figure, revealing a large chest without losing her dignity, and her elegant momentum attracts people’s eyes.

The male warlock beside her was unusually handsome, strong, and dressed more like a noble swordsman than a warlock. He was the one who called Yennefer back, Logyven’s Wigofortz.

Hearing Artores’ point of view, Wigofortz retorted: “We are talking not only about Sintra now, Nifgaard will only be satisfied if he occupies the entire continent. ”

“How do you know? ”

Wigofertz replied, “Because if I had changed me, I would have done the same.” Only I have led troops to the battlefield, and I can know what the emperor of Nifgaard thought. ”

Listening to his words, the white-bearded warlock on the other side mocked: “We all know this, you change into your ridiculous costume, dance knives, guns and sticks at every opportunity, and look like a lowly soldier more like a warlock for so many years!” ”

The white-bearded warlock was called Strigob, he was pale-skinned, hunched over, with a long staff, and a wide black robe that looked like a warlock walking out of a textbook.

His words caused ridicule from a proud warlock, Wiggofortz is a powerful warlock who has risen to prominence in recent decades, and became a member of the wizarding guild at less than a hundred years old, and is one of the ten strongest warlocks in the world. But his “maverick youthful behavior” was always criticized by veteran warlocks.

After listening to the other party’s words, Wigofortz gritted his teeth helplessly, and was about to refute, when Tishaya next to him suddenly spoke expressionlessly.

The voice was cold and majestic, and many of the young warlocks present were former students of Tishaya, and they couldn’t help but think of their school careers at this moment.

“Whatever Wigofortz is, it’s better than a baby born with a penchant for eclipses. And he was chased by one of the sons of Eclipse who did not kill him and hid for so many years, and the name of the warlock was humiliated by you-Strycob. ”

The ridiculed warlock suddenly blushed, but in the face of Tishaya, he could no longer use an irreverent tone, the strength and prestige of the female warlock in front of him were not inferior to her beauty, and she was the undisputed top among the warlocks in the world.

Tishaya was not interested in looking at the other’s ugliness anymore, but looked around and called: “If we act now, we can still stop Nifgaard.” The South is the South, and our Northern Kingdom should unite! ”

With a wave of his hand, a huge map appeared on the table in front of him, and the chaos magic gathered at his fingertips to mark the map one by one, and he said:

“If we go now to persuade our king to send troops, it will be too late. The army could reach Soden in a week and then save Sintra. ”

Strygerb countered again: “Why? And what about the demise of Sintra, who cares? ”

“I care! A warlock behind Tishaya suddenly exclaimed, “If Sintra perishes, my country will be next!” ”

Suddenly, the door of the drawing room opened at this moment, and a sorceress broke in with a group of warlocks. The sorceress had rare neat short hair, wore a gorgeous court dress with openwork, and had snow-white skin, beautiful and elegant.

In stark contrast to her, the warlocks who came in behind her, all dressed in plain robes, dressed simply, even a bit of the standard of the army.

The lead sorceress, named Fryingira Vig, was born in Bowkeland in Towsaint and played for Nifgaard. After she brought the warlocks in, she broke the confrontation between the two sides, and for a while faintly formed a three-way confrontation.

This is indeed a secret meeting of the warlocks of the Northern Kingdom, but the Warlock Academy itself has no clear political position, warlocks from all countries have graduated from here, and warlocks from all countries can be allowed to return here.

And Fryingira was able to break into this meeting at such an ingenious time, apparently someone was whistleblowing.

(End of chapter)