Shameless Warlock

Lookout Fortress, Oak Square.

As the evening approached, the heavy snow had weakened the next day, but the wind remained the same; the square was crowded with people, and the floating lanterns made by craftsmen slowly lit up, lighting up the vicinity of the large square at the junction of the inner city and the outer city. Winter scenery.

　　 This is one of the rare winter days in Northland when people go out in the evening.

　　 Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the Kutlin people, the cold day celebration slowly kicked off.

At the northeast corner of 　　, a big platform was erected early.

At this time, the sky is dim and the illumination of the lanterns is actually very limited. Fortunately, there are two huge pillars standing on both sides of the table. At the top of the pillars are two huge iron basins with strange shapes. .

　　 These two immortal flames illuminate the area around the square as bright as day.

The residents of 　　 Lookout Fortress are no strangers to these two groups of humanoid flames, and even someone who is good at it named them.

The human-shaped flame on the left is called Poseidon. It is usually relatively indifferent and doesn't care about people. It just sits in the brazier silently. Only the reckless children run under the pillar and yell at it. Poseidon usually pretends to be very Using flames to scare those little **** kids with a fierce appearance was quite effective at first, but later the bear kids discovered that the flames given by Poseidon were not only harmless, but had the effect of strengthening their physique. More and more kids came to find Poseidon’s troubles.

This made the cold and immortal flame very helpless, and he simply hid most of the time; until most parents began to deliberately restrain their children not to trouble the great Poseidon. It just started to show up again.

　　 Today’s Poseidon seems to be in a good mood. The celebration has not yet begun, and there is already a large group of children underneath. It stood in the brazier and performed some magic tricks for the children, causing cheers.

The humanoid flame on the right is called Kyriel. Compared to Poseidon, it is more lively, but with human-like cunning and deviance, it likes pranks very much. Even the guards stationed daily often complain about Lord Kyriel. Tricky ideas. Naturally, the children dare not trouble the king of pranksters.

　　 Watching a large number of children around Poseidon at this moment, Caryl pretended to be very angry, and there was a crackling noise in the brazier, as if a big conspiracy was brewing.

　　 The people below also pretended to be frightened, as if they were really worried about the feelings of Mr. Carrell.

　　 But many people laughed kindly.

　　We’ve been together for so long, and everyone knows that whether it’s Poseidon or Kerry, these two humanoid flames from the kingdom of lava tyrants are very kind. Their significance to the Watcher’s Fortress is obviously not as simple as the celebration lighting. In the previous battle with the demons, they fought until the oil was exhausted. If it weren’t for Evelyn’s last venture to break into the lava tyrant’s territory again, steal a few If you drop ancient lamp oil, I'm afraid these two will enter a long-term dormant state.

　　 And now, the two immortal flames looked vigorous, and the ancient lamp oil in the brazier was enough for them to burn for a long, long time, even if the snow was heavy.

　　They are actually one of the many changes brought about by Evelyn's arrival in Icewind.

　　As a powerful spellcaster, Evelyn has had many adventures since she was a child; these adventures and Caesar's bloodline did not make her lonely and weird, but her relatively cheerful personality gave her more willingness to communicate with ordinary people.

It was a bold and meaningful attempt to put her adventure partner in her youth on the fortress’s traffic arteries. At the beginning, everyone was afraid of these two non-talking but human-like flame creatures; but then, Kutlin People fell in love with these two magical creatures with different personalities.

　　 just as they gradually love this new lord.

　　 At this moment, the celebration has not yet begun, and many people are already calling the name of Her Royal Highness Evelyn.

　　 This is completely different from previous celebrations.

　　The Kutlin people have never accepted a leader from outside like this.

They waved the flag in their hands excitedly. Some people stood on tiptoes and looked over to the stage, trying to find Evelyn's figure near the VIP seats, but there were so many people on both sides of the stage that most people could only watch To the dense silhouettes of people.

　　 Geralt was in the middle of the crowd. He was sore and sore, but he could still feel the joy of people nearby.

　　 Black cat complained frantically in his ear.

According to their previous itinerary, it was time to leave the Watcher Fortress this morning; what Querlas said to Geralt made the latter a little confused and injured. Since everything is just a misunderstanding, it is the only way to return to his parish earlier. What a qualified goddess priest should do.

　　 But unfortunately, they did not find Grey.

　　 In this way, things become awkward. Whether it is Geralt or Black Cat, although they have their own flaws, they are also very self-aware people: without Grey, they would not be able to walk back to Wildfire City alive.

　　 In desperation, they can only stay in the Muffin Inn, waiting for news from the high-level mercenaries.

During the period, they were informed by the innkeeper and out of curiosity, they ran over to participate in the excitement of the cold day celebration. Unexpectedly, they would not be able to go back and forth. The crowds brought them forward, the tall and majestic Jello. Fortunately, the black cat was almost trampled to death several times!

　　 "Damn! I'm going to be pinched! Geralt, grab me!"

The black cat grabbed Geralt's neck violently and almost strangled the bleeding marks on his neck. The latter couldn't help rolling his eyes, grabbed the black cat, and said angrily: "If it weren't for your weird intuition, we would Won't leave the hotel!"

　　 "What about now? Does that dangerous intuition still exist?"

　　 His voice is very low.

　　 The black cat was silent.

　　 Geralt sighed, and sure enough, he still believed in this guy's instincts too much.

　　When he was in the hotel, the black cat was always irritable and secretly told Geralt that he sensed a dangerous approach. Geralt didn't believe it at first, because he was a stranger and there was no reason to have enemies here.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 However, due to the repeated emphasis of the black cat, and the delay in showing up by Grey, he also had some doubts, so he mentioned it when the innkeeper mentioned At the time of the cold day celebration, I took the black cat out.

　　 If it is really dangerous, then it should be better in the public, right?

　　 Although all here are heretics, Geralt doesn't feel that if he is threatened, the residents of the Icewind will turn a blind eye to the street.

　　 As soon as they went to the street, they met a crowd.

　　 Until here, he has a chance to catch his breath.

　　 "The danger is gone." The black cat said a little puzzled: "Is it my illusion?"

　　 "It's your illusion!" Geralt said gloomily, "I would have rested in the hotel if I knew it."

　　 "But I really think someone is following us!" The black cat jumped on top of Geralt's head and looked around.

　　 It tries to find the source of the danger before.

　　 "I don't have any enemies." Geralt shrugged, comforting it and said, "Forget it, anyway, it's all here. It's okay to join in the fun."

　　 "Teacher, he seems to be here to host this celebration..."

　　 In the last sentence, his tone is somewhat complicated.

　　 The black cat looked around annoyedly, and suddenly scratched Geralt's neck excitedly:

　　 "I saw someone!"

　　 Geralt was a little wary: "Who?"

　　 "You would never believe it, did we actually see him here?"

　　 The black cat grabbed Geralt by the ear:

　　 "Go over there!"

　　 "It's that charming Lord of Wildfire City!"

　　……

　　 On the VIP table.

　　 All the famous families of the Watcher Fortress came.

　　 Evelyn hasn't appeared yet, but Xu Nan settled down early.

　　 Considering the secretiveness of the cooperation between Bingfengling and Anonymous City, he did not appear as the Lord of Wildfire City, but attended this grand festival as a friend of Evelyn himself.

　　 Even inside the lord’s mansion, only a few people with real power know Xu Nan’s true identity.

　　 This caused Xu Nan to cast a lot of curious eyes on him as soon as he sat down.

　　 Some people tried to come over to talk and grasp Xu Nan's details, but May 1 was not sent away by Xu Nan in a few words.

　　 In this way, Xu Nan's image in the eyes of everyone is even more mysterious.

　　 Considering the identity of "His Royal Highness Evelyn’s friend", the possibility that Xu Nan is a powerful spellcaster has skyrocketed. There are even flexible-thinking people, thinking of the archmage Xiaocheng Song, who was very uproarious some time ago!

　　 But today's protagonist is not Xu Nan after all. These powerful people are curious at most, and they didn't really focus on this aspect.

　　 Xu Nan was not interested in them either. His eyes swept through the crowd, trying to find potential people from the Ninth Manor, but this was obviously in vain.

　　 There are too many people in the audience. I'm afraid that even a wanderer in the shadow world, among so many people, can't use stealth spells at all!

　　 Xu Nan even suspected that if they were late, they might not be able to come in!

　　 Is this an unexpected variable?

　　 As early as this morning, Evelyn had made the decision on the Little Jasmine incident.

　　 She has informed the descendants of the Atsam family that she should be on the way to secretly approach each other. Most of the dignitaries in the VIP seats were vaguely informed of what might happen in the celebration today, and the guards were also doubled to prevent vicious riots for a while.

　　 "This Mr. Quellas has a very unusual feeling."

　　 Not far away, on the edge of the table, an old man in costume was leaning on a cane, closing his eyes and resting.

　　 That is the host of this celebration, the elder of the Ice Goddess Church, most likely Mr. Querlas, the magician who entered the realm of legend!

　　 After knowing that Quellas was Geralt's teacher, Xu Nan was actually a little surprised.

　　 I learned from Grey that Geralt had also come to the Watcher Fortress; things became more interesting.

　　 Xu Nan doesn't think that the letter Grey's mouth is a coincidence.

　　 He always feels that there is a black hand behind all this: whether it is the big man in the shadow world or Quellas himself, it is possible.

　　 After all, he has experienced the battle of Lannis's Great Secret Realm and the game of Hell in Wildfire City. With this level of layout, Xu Nan already has a relatively keen sense of smell.

　　 What he cares more about is, what kind of **** Evelyn will play in this game that seems to be between the two sides?

　　 "If it weren't for me to show up, Elliott would be very likely to succeed, after all, he has the support of the Shadow Realm legend.

　　 "But now, variables have emerged. In which direction will things go?"

　　 "If the people in the shadow world want to act, then they can only mix into the VIP seats, otherwise they will not have the opportunity to act in the crowd below. So, among these people, who is the Ninth Manor?"

　　 Xu Nan seems to be yawning lazily, but his thinking is highly active.

　　 At first, he actually hated such things as layout, reasoning, and so on; then gradually, he found that this kind of affairs seemed less boring. If you can appreciate the fun of it, you can even get addicted to it.

Throughout his experience, he also gradually understood that those top big men 51 are not good calculations. If you want to survive in this world, your strength alone is not enough. Even a fierce man like Romans is a brain. Clear and proficient in calculation; this is especially true for Ferrando and the Wizard King.

　　 "This incident may be a good opportunity."

　　 "It is said that bystanders are clear, I originally broke in by accident, should have a better view."

　　 Xu Nan stretched his bones, his eyes locked on Quellas.

　　 Although he had made countless inferences beforehand, his conclusions were very erratic due to lack of information.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 But one thing can be confirmed.

　　 The protagonist tonight must be this old gentleman.

　　 The little Jasmine he brought might be very important, but Xu Nan always felt that Quellas had a familiar smell on his body.

　　 The smell is very secretive. He can't tell the feeling from reason. He is familiar with it. In the past, when this happened, it was usually someone or simply Quellas himself who used a powerful force to conceal this information.

　　 So that Xu Nan can only sense something wrong through the blood instinct, but cannot confirm it from a rational perspective.

　　 "My Lord Santo!"

　　 "My Lord Santo!"

　　 shouts from the crowd below.

　　 Xu Nan turned his gaze in a little surprise, but found no one he knew.

　　 Just as he wanted to go further, a loud drum sound suddenly came from his ear!

　　咚!

　　 The spirits of everyone present shocked!

　　 Xu Nan's attention was also attracted by the stage again.

　　 I don’t know when, Quellas has been floating with the help of a levitating technique. He has a long roll of prayer in his hand, and the wrinkles on his face appear extra clear under the shining of the eternal flame:

　　 "Tonight is a very cold night."

　　 "Here we sigh the bleakness of the severe winter and remember the harvest of autumn..."

　　 "If the four o'clock is bounded, after this night, there will be no extreme cold..."

　　 "The sisters of Erlang who were born in Si and grew up in Si, we dance together; the heroic soul that has drifted for four thousand years will return to its homeland tonight!"

　　His voice is louder, more calm and powerful than a mature man, and more penetrating than a sharp woman.

　　 There were tears in people's eyes.

　　 At that moment, it seemed that the entire square was quiet, and the people on the VIP seats also stood up, excitedly welcoming Quellas’ excellent prayer recitations.

　　It is hard to imagine that this prayer praising the hero Atsam, praising the customs and habits of the Kutlin people, and honoring the resilience of the people led by the ice wind was handwritten by a high-ranking member of the Ice Goddess Church.

　　 And his recitation is so contagious.

　　As if he is also a Kutlin, a believer of Atsam!

　　 In his prayers, not only the spirit of the hero Atsam was highly praised and praised, but the Kutlin people's hard work in the ice wind was also recognized. And he didn't mention even a trace of the ice and snow goddess in his writing!

　　 "No wonder Evelyn trusted him so much."

　　 "Although the general world is a universal value of polytheism, it is a bit too rare for a magician of this level to extol the achievements of other non-god beings in the same field."

　　 Xu Nan was a little moved, but still more surprised.

　　 This is really too abnormal, he kept his ears upright, waiting for a reversal at any time.

　　 But to his regret, until Quellas silently closed the prayer, he didn't hear the magician of the ice goddess mentioning the slightest words praising self-belief.

　　 There was enthusiastic applause in the square, and people showed up.

　　Quillas has a serious face. After chanting the prayer, he cancelled the floating technique and landed slowly.

　　 Next, it is time for the lord to speak.

　　 Most people are very excited, they stretch their necks, want to see Evelyn.

　　 Soon, Evelyn dressed in the robe of the wizard flew up from an unknown place, arousing enthusiastic cheers from the residents.

　　 She seemed to be in good spirits. After saying a few scenes, her conversation suddenly changed:

　　 "...but before that, Mr. Quellas made a very serious accusation against me."

　　 "In order to ensure its fairness, I decided to hold a public prosecution tonight."

　　 "I believe that under the gaze of our hero's soul, all grievances or injuries will be innocent!"

　　 "Mr. Quellas, it's your turn."

　　 Her eyes turned to the stage.

　　 Everyone was a bit at a loss, but they also faintly felt the gust of wind and rain~www.readwn.com~ The people on the VIP seats knew a little bit of inside information, but they didn't guess that the author of the incident was actually this respected old man.

　　 What does he want to do?

　　Countless eyes stared at Quellas.

　　 The latter beckoned to the audience.

　　 Soon, little Jasmine who was a black and thin child ran up.

　　Quillas gave Little Jasmine a levitating technique and a light technique, and her appearance appeared in front of everyone in an instant.

　　 "Before filing a complaint, please allow me to introduce this little girl to everyone."

　　 "Her name is Jasmine Atsam."

　　 "She is the heir of the Atsam family."

　　Quillas' voice sounded deep.

　　 Everyone was shocked, but soon they were immersed in Quellas's statement. Computer::/

　　 The old man's language ability is really strong. In just a few words, he clearly explained the dispute between the slaves and blood of the Atsam family.

　　 The black and thin little Jasmine's pitiful appearance also won the sympathy of most people.

　　Someone began to roar in the audience: "Clear the scum!"

　　 "Kill the traitor!"

　　 "I've long seen that sick seedlings are not pleasing to the eye, they actually deceived us!"

　　 Everyone's emotions began to become a little angry.

　　 At this moment, a somewhat awkward, somewhat sharp voice rang out, which was almost hysterical:

"You are lying!"

　　……