Unlike the dirty streets outside the city gate that are soaked in sewage and feces, this street on the north side of the inner city is lined with white gardenias, and the air is filled with a light floral fragrance.
On both sides of the wide and straight street stand rows of three-story stone buildings one after another. The balconies are decorated with blue flower pots, and the flower branches are twisted and entwined, outlining the sunshine in the distance.
On the balcony of one of the three-story stone buildings, a man in fitted black cotton clothes picked up the black tea on the carved wooden table and looked at the sorceress opposite him with a leisurely expression.
"Miss Margarita Luxantile, our problem has been delayed for too long, hasn't it?"
Viscount Philland brought the black tea in front of him and took a sip with a calm expression.
"Our Majesty just needs a mature warlock who can help him and provide corresponding support."
"Compared with this, it is not cost-effective to have the entire Arethusa Academy under his name."
"Warlocks cannot specialize one after another like professional soldiers. The cost of training legal professions is dozens of times that of basic physical professions."
"Mutation inducers, experimental equipment, expensive glass, metal, experimental sites, human hands...these are all genuine crowns and gold orens."
Philland put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at Margarita.
"You can't just use this beautiful little mouth to make our Majesty spend thousands of orens, can you?"
The sorceress across the table from him had long curly dark golden shawl hair, and her fair and smooth skin seemed to be shining brightly against the deep V black dress that was open to her navel.
She is a rare plump beauty.
"Maybe he would?"
The voice is soft, with a slight upward pitch in the intonation.
"Someone always likes to pay for my voice, right? Viscount Philland."
"For example, the Eternal Fire, the Knights of the Flaming Rose, or... the Redanian Intelligence Agency?"
Viscount Philland's expression suddenly froze across from him, and he frowned and looked at the woman in front of him.
"First of all, you should be clear about one thing - Temeria is now the territory of Nilfgaard, Miss Margarita."
Margarita smiled calmly, her slender fingers moved up and down, and a small dark red iron waistband appeared in her palm.
A simple drawing of a flame is drawn on the waistband.
That is the symbol of the Eternal Fire, the largest church in Nilfgaard's hostile country 'Redania'.
Philland's muscles went stiff.
Margarita nonchalantly presented the badge in front of Viscount Philland, spreading her hands to show that she didn't know anything.
"The tentacles of the Redanian Intelligence Agency are so wide, even if you have heard about it before, it is not as shocking as seeing the facts with your own eyes." Margarita pointed to the waist card on the table, "Who knew, Nilfgaard Finance
Deputy director of the bureau, Viscount Philland, the popular man next to His Majesty Emhyr, are you actually a believer in the Church of Eternal Fire?"
"I think those in the Business Association are not willing to hear this news, right?"
"They have approved a lot of loans for Fairland Bank under your name."
"If I suddenly hear the news that you have been killed before I can use the power behind you - I wonder what will happen to your family."
The chewing muscles on both sides of Philland's face bulged, he squinted his eyes slightly, reached out to put away the Eternal Flame waist badge on the table, and said in a hateful tone:
"President Margarita!"
"You didn't come to talk to me."
"No, I really want to have a good talk with you, Viscount Philland." Margarita smiled and waved her hand, "You have to give me a chance."
"Even if you kill me, I won't be able to get you the asylum rights and funds covering the entire Aretuosa Academy." Viscount Philland's tone was obviously impatient, "You obviously know this very well!"
"You only need to tell your noble Majesty that is enough." Margarita restrained her smile and raised her head slightly, "In the face of war, no one will dislike an extra weight on their scales."
"In addition, I should have three thousand five hundred gold orons in my bank account, which is in your bank. I hope to receive the bank voucher before ten o'clock the day after tomorrow."
"I wish you a happy life, Lord Viscount."
After Margarita finished speaking, she stood up and walked out the door. Viscount Philland had no intention of speaking when he heard this naked blackmail, and his fingers under his sleeves were clenched tightly.
This is hush money.
Philland sat at an unoccupied table and looked out from the balcony quietly.
"Bitch!"
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At the same time, Han Baiyi, who entered Vizima City, handed over the head of the rock troll, then took the bounty and parted ways with Harovich and others.
Because it is an official bounty set by Nilfgaard, the amount of this bounty is not small, it is sixty-five gold oren - this is one of the currencies commonly used in the area south of the Pontar River.
When traveling north, payment is made in krona, and only a few banks can interoperate between these two currencies.
Of course, private exchange is also allowed, but the exchange rate is often weird.
One golden orun can be exchanged for about one hundred to one hundred and forty copper coins, which is equivalent to ten days of ordinary hard work.
Normally, the purchasing power of these little cuties is still very high.
In this way, basic living expenses are covered.
While thinking about what to do next, Han Baiyi suddenly felt a numbness in his neck.
As soon as I felt it, I found that the muscles under the skin of the neck were gradually becoming necrotic, and a little liquid was faintly emerging from the tiny pores on the surface of the skin.
However, this is not the excrement spraying from the pores of the past when the marrow was washed and the bones were cut, but real bleeding.
Although his muscles were strong enough to withstand the weight of an entire world, it was obvious that some parts of his body were not yet ready to withstand such weight.
The parts of the body above the neck that have not yet completed their transformation have become overwhelmed under such heavy pressure and have even begun to partially collapse.
That's why Han Baiyi was able to stay still all the way, and on the way, he also blackmailed Harovich's carriage to use it for sleeping.
Even if the reason why it was indeed as big as a fingertip was because Han Baiyi was too lazy to walk, it was mainly because his body was collapsing all the time and he really couldn't exert any strength.
Feeling the weakness of his body, Han Baiyi walked on the road and quietly put the special pistol issued by Special Branch from his personal space in his waist, just in case.
Walking to the inner city, Han Baiyi took a quick glance, found a relatively clean hotel with the least number of people, rented a room, walked upstairs, and locked the door.
After closing the door, Han Baiyi used a lot of ideas to take in all the surrounding space, and then split the surrounding space with stillness. He divided his mind into two tasks, lying on the bed and started to move the body bit by bit from the neck.
Your body becomes intelligent.
[Breakthrough progress: 865%.../100%]
The room fell into silence.
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While Han Baiyi was transforming himself, a twisted dark space gate suddenly appeared in a suburb about ten kilometers away from Vizima.
Click.
Click.
Skeletons wearing armor stepped out of the space door one by one.
The eyes of the leading skeleton flashed with cyan fireworks.