Chapter 97 The world continues as usual

The soldier stared at the opponent with red eyes: "Shut up, you win. Except for this card, all my cards belong to you, except this one."

The businessman looked around and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, okay..."

The soldiers' spirits were waning, and they no longer had the interest to spend time playing Gwent. When the wine was deep, some people were pounding the table angrily and shouting.

"Lord Lannister must have been attacked by the Nilfgaardians, and Toussaint was definitely an accomplice!"

A companion next to him held down the drunkard who started talking nonsense, shook his head and shouted to the bard on the side of the tavern: "Bard, sing a song for our Lord Lannister."

Everyone raised their glasses in cooperation at this moment: "Here's to Lannister!"

Milo Glass nodded and began to strum the strings: "Kind Lannister, heroic Lannister, generous Lannister, compassionate Lannister..."

At the bar, two men dressed as soldiers were drinking. There was an empty circle around them. People passing by were clinking wine glasses, but no one came to join them.

They are Ace House.

Only Milo Glass, who had finished singing, came over to toast the two attendants at this moment, and they were barely acquainted.

Strigob responded tit for tat again: "Why? So what if Cintra is destroyed, who cares?"

Everyone filed into the conference hall. In the hall, a middle-aged warlock who looked about fifty years old was talking loudly. He looked energetic and his brown beard was neatly groomed.

His words aroused the ridicule of a group of arrogant warlocks. Vilgefortz is a powerful warlock who has suddenly emerged in recent decades. He became a member of the Wizard Council before he was a hundred years old and is considered one of the ten most powerful warlocks in the world.

.But his "unconventional young man's behavior" is always criticized by veteran magicians.

House glanced at Ace: "What about you?"

The voice was cold and majestic. Many of the young warlocks present were once students of Tisaya, and they couldn't help but think of their own academic careers at this moment.

The white-bearded warlock is called Strigob. He has pale skin, a hunched back, a long staff, and a wide, floor-length black robe. He looks like a warlock who stepped out of a textbook.

"I care!" A warlock suddenly shouted from behind Tisaya, "If Cintra perishes, my country will be next!"

Suddenly, the door of the living room opened at this moment, and a sorceress led a group of sorcerers in. This sorceress had rare neat short hair, wore a hollow and gorgeous palace dress, her skin was white, and she was beautiful and elegant.

"Queen Calanthe almost didn't release him from the dungeon, but in the end it was the work of Advisor Mossak that saved him. In the end, Queen Calanthe asked him to never set foot in Cintra, otherwise she would behead him.

"

At this moment, Artorius was stating his point of view to the warlocks present: "It would be crazy to go to war with Nilfgaard, and it would be even more stupid to fight against Nilfgaard for Cintra! Cintra has been rejecting our warlocks for decades, rejecting them.

With the help of magic, they can get what they want now."

Ace picked up the wine glass and replied: "We are not adults."

Vilgefortz waved his hand, and a huge map appeared on the table in front of him. Chaos magic gathered at his fingertips to mark each position on the map. He said:

"A warlock said that Tisaya needs my help. The man called himself Vilgefortz of Rogoeven." Yennefer frowned and said, "What are you doing? Why do you need to gather so many warlocks?"

"Yennefer? I have been looking for you for many years..."

But now that the earl has passed away, he can only lament the merchant poet:

Looking back, she saw a sorceress wearing a black and white mixed-color dress with a rustling hem. She had violet-like eyes, long wavy black hair that reflected the light of peacock feathers, and she also exuded the charm of Triss.

Familiar aromas of clove and gooseberry.

House nodded: "He is never leaving Her Highness the Princess. He stood guard until he fainted two days ago. Fortunately, he was discovered by Hardy in time. He always felt that it was his fault because he was the only one among the three of us who followed the Earl.

of."

The traveling poet plucked the strings and said with a smile: "Everyone likes the songs of Count Lion. This is the place that most inspires my creative inspiration. And I also hope to be lucky enough to meet the Count again. After all, I still owe him a drink."

Ace suggested: "Let's get together often in the future. The longer I stay in contact with those officers...the more I miss the earl."

Hearing Artorius's point of view, Vilgefortz retorted: "We are not just talking about Cintra now. Nilfgaard will only be satisfied if it captures the entire continent."

"I heard he is an advisor to Temeria. I forgot his name."

"How do you know?"

After listening to his words, the white-bearded warlock opposite laughed and said: "We all know this. Whenever you have a chance, you put on your ridiculous costumes, dance with swords, guns and sticks. Over the years, you have been more like a lowly soldier than

Like a warlock!”

Triss was walking among the crowd and suddenly heard someone calling her name.

Ace smiled bitterly. If Lan was still here, he would hate these people who come here without knowing their own abilities. These greedy guys stare at the sparsely populated Lannister and always want to get a job.

, or licking the crowns that leaked from the fingers of the generous earl.

Ace lowered his head. His former comrade-in-arms was torn apart by the death of the Lord Sworn. He steeled himself and asked again: "Do you have any news about Mr. Geralt?"

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

House shook his head: "Who wouldn't be? Those knights in the court really... will never have knights like the Earl again.

Then she explained: "We are holding a secret meeting of the warlocks of the Northern Kingdom. Nilfgaard is invincible. They have captured Manado, and Cintra is next!"

The sorceress's name is Tishaia de Veris, a senior sorceress, one of the five members of the Wizarding Council, and the principal of Arethusa Academy, one of the only magic academies in the world. She is dressed strictly in black.

Her hair was tied into a classic bun, and her plain-colored low-cut long skirt outlined her plump figure, revealing her large breasts while still being dignified. Her elegant aura attracted attention.

"If we persuade our king to send troops now, it is still too late. The army can reach Sodden within a week and save Icintra."

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The tavern owner poured wine for the two of them, and they clinked their glasses and drank them all.

Triss was overjoyed when she heard Yennefer's answer: "If you come back, Dean Tissaya will indeed be relieved."

House picked up the wine glass and responded: "Thank you for the song, poet. But why are you back?"

Milo Glass smiled nonchalantly and said: "Of course you have to return the wine. For me, this is a rule...and I don't think I have any new themes to create."

"Triss!"

The stubborn merchant poet greeted the two attendants and left after a simple conversation, and the remaining two fell into silence again.

After hearing what the other party said, Vilgefortz gritted his teeth helplessly and was about to retort when Tisaya beside him suddenly spoke expressionlessly.

Opposite them, the warlocks who advocated taking the initiative to fight against Nilfgaard were represented by two young-looking warlocks, a man and a woman.

"Your Majesty the Count never buys drinks just to be repaid. He is different from the stingy knights you have seen. And you will have no new themes to create in the future - leave Sintra, poet, don't imitate those who risk your life."

A businessman who wants to make war fortune. If you want to repay the earl for his wine, spread his poems. Knights like him should not be forgotten."

"No matter what Vilgefortz is, it's better than killing babies born at the moment of a solar eclipse. And you've been chased by one of the children of the solar eclipse who didn't kill him. You've been hiding in Tibet for so many years. Your reputation as a warlock has been ruined because of you.

Not a little ashamed - Strigob."

Tisaya was not interested in seeing the other party's ugly appearance anymore, but looked around and called: "If we take action now, we can still stop Nilfgaard. The south is the south, and our northern kingdoms should unite!"

The warlock next to her was exceptionally handsome, strong, and dressed more like a noble swordsman than a warlock. He was the one who called Yennefer back—Wilgefortz of Logoeven.

Ace sighed: "Do you blame him?"

The warlocks in the room were divided into two groups surrounding the long table. Artorius's side was led by him and another white-haired male warlock in robes. They were obviously a group opposed to resistance to Nilfgaard.

But let’s forget about it. Didn’t your father help you become the captain of the city guard? Don’t be so idle when you first took office. I am also learning housekeeping affairs from Mr. Ens, and I should become the palace guard in the future.

Waiter or something like that."

But warlocks, like witchers, cannot judge age by appearance. This is actually a hundreds-year-old old warlock named Artorius Vigo. He is a master of illusions and spells, with powerful power and profound knowledge.

His qualifications have given him many fans in the Warlock Brotherhood, and his prestige even exceeds that of most members of the two institutions, the Wizards' Guild and the Supreme Council of Warlocks.

Ace sighed: "Then we may never see Mr. Geralt. He is also an amazing warrior."

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

"Sward still won't come over?"

Vilgefortz replied: "Because if it were me, I would do the same thing. I am the only one here who has led troops on the battlefield. I can know what the emperor of Nilfgaard thinks."

"Speaking of magic... Don't you, Lord Earl, have a warlock friend? What's his name?"

"To Earl Lion, my lords."

House suddenly remembered something and said: "But Mr. Mossack seems to have asked him to do something. It may be something related to magic. The specifics are not something I should know about."

The ridiculed warlock suddenly blushed, but he could no longer use a disrespectful tone when facing Tisaya. The strength and prestige of the sorceress in front of him was not inferior to her beauty, and she was undisputed among the warlocks in the world.

top notch.

In stark contrast to her were the warlocks who came in behind her. They were all wearing plain robes and were simply dressed, even a bit like the standard military standards.

The name of the leading sorceress is Fringilla Vigo. She was born in Beauclair, Toussaint, and works for Nilfgaard. She brought the sorcerers in and broke the confrontation between the two sides. For a while, there was a faint appearance of a three-way confrontation.

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

And for Fringilla to break into this meeting at such a clever time, it was obvious that someone was tipping off the information.
Chapter completed!