Early the next morning, as soon as Han Baiyi woke up from the creaking wooden bed, he saw from the window a row of fully armed soldiers waiting at the door of the inn, with their heads held high.
At the front of the soldiers stood a gorgeous nobleman dressed like a peacock.
There is also a feather in the hat.
"Dong dong."
There was a gentle knock on the wooden door of the room. Han Baiyi glanced at it and saw that it was Bolqi.
"Sir, here are the people sent by Emhyr to greet them. Do you want to send them away?"
"No need." Han Baiyi stood up from the bed and patted his clothes casually. His highly intelligent body basically had no concept of dirt. He even skipped washing his face and brushing his teeth. "Go and take a look first."
When I got downstairs, I saw the male peacock half-kneeling on the ground with an ostentatious manner, and said in a sharp voice:
"Dear sir, His Majesty Emhyr sincerely invites you to enter the palace and have a chat."
"Lead the way."
Just as Han Baiyi was about to speak, Borqi next to him stepped forward like the male god's personal guard. He protected Han Baiyi with great care and said coldly to the male peacock in front of him.
Han Baiyi glanced at him in surprise, but Bolqi gave him a look that said, "Sir, don't worry, I will handle everything."
The male peacock seemed to be startled by Borch's performance, but he didn't say anything and only asked the two of them to come into the carriage.
The cavalry escorted the way.
Shirley and Shining were missing.
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In an attic somewhere far away, a thin man wearing a white coat and a hood watched the carriage carrying Han Baiyi and the two people go away from the gap in the wooden wall of the attic. He took out an emerald green stone from his pocket.
Glowing stones.
"Your Majesty the Pope, we have seen him and are heading to the palace."
"Okay, we're getting ready to evacuate now."
"Where is that woman?"
"Yes, we will complete it as soon as possible."
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Vizima Palace,
Emhyr was sitting at the desk in the side hall, looking at the woman on the sofa opposite, with a plain expression showing a bit of indifference.
"Warlock?"
"I don't remember that I issued a notice to recruit warlocks in the empire."
Upon hearing Emhyr's words, Margarita, who had just explained her intention, was suddenly startled.
"Your Majesty! Our Aretusa College is a well-known training ground for legal professionals. If we can..."
"I said it."
Emhyr paused, then raised his head indifferently and looked at the woman in front of him,
"Warlocks are of no use to my army. Do not use my kindness as an excuse for your arrogance, Miss Margarita."
Margarita looked at Emhyr's indifferent look and knew that if she didn't tell the matter, she would definitely be kicked out, so she immediately stood up decisively and stood in the center of the side hall:
"Your Majesty, to be honest, I took in all the glorious moments created by countless warlocks that night."
"Although I don't know what you are doing, I know that if you want to achieve such a level of advanced legion spells, the number of warlocks you must gather will never be small."
"For your goal, I and the entire Arethusa Academy are willing to devote all our efforts to you."
"Oh, what nonsense are you talking about..."
While Emhyr was reviewing the documents at hand, he smiled sarcastically and asked someone to drive her out.
But just in the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized when Margarita was referring to 'that night'.
She was probably talking about... that gentleman, right?
Emhyr's writing paused.
Because he just remembered what the gentleman had told him before.
While Emhyr was thinking, he waved to the old eunuch beside him: "When will that gentleman arrive?"
The old eunuch bowed and replied: "We are already on the way, and Earl Will's mansion has been vacated for that gentleman. It has been cleaned very clean and there are no servants left."
"Um."
Emhyr nodded with satisfaction, then looked back at Margarita in front of him.
"You said you could dedicate your strength to me?"
When Margarita saw that Emhyr was shaken, she immediately cheered up and said, "Yes, Your Majesty. Our Academy of Arethusa has been inherited for more than 1,100 years, and the knowledge base we possess is even comparable to that of all warlock academies.
They won’t fall..."
"Is there anything special about you?"
Emhyr didn't bother to pay attention to what she said and interrupted her rudely. There was not much time left for conversation and decision-making.
Margarita's voice suddenly stopped.
special?
What is special?
Aren’t warlocks just warlocks?
Thinking quickly in her mind, Margarita recalled the scene that appeared in the sky that day. Combined with this special word, her heart suddenly became clear and her tone was extremely affirmative.
"certainly!"
Emhyr's eyes lit up, and Margarita took this opportunity to speak:
"Aretuza Academy was originally founded by the legendary 'Source Warlock' and the owner of 'Ancient Blood', Ms. Laura Doron."
"This is an elf sage who fully understands the power of his bloodline, and has the power to reverse time and space."
"It is rumored that her classics are buried in the Cross Library of Arethusa College."
"Reverse time and space?"
Emhyr's eyes lit up, this is a good thing,
"Can you do it?"
"cannot."
Margarita refused simply and neatly,
"However, with many thoughts related to the power of time and space recorded in our classics, we can..."
"Okay, I understand." After Emhyr heard the word "no", his interest was interrupted. "You sit here first, and you will go with me to meet someone later."
"How to make a decision at that time... it depends on that gentleman's judgment."
"That one, sir?"
Margarita keenly grasped the key point in Emhyr's words. What kind of person can make the emperor who is about to dominate the world be called "sir"?
"Is he a legendary professional?"
Margarita was confused, but she immediately put an end to this thought after taking a look at Yeager, who was always standing behind Emhyr.
While thinking about it, Margarita sat back on the sofa and continued to wait.
At this moment, a guard suddenly came in from outside the door.
"Your Majesty! That gentleman is here."
"squeak."
Emhyr instantly put down the pen and paper in his hand and stood up. His too fast movements made the heavy wooden chair scrape on the ground with a dull sound.
Margarita couldn't help but jump up as soon as her butt touched the sofa. She still looked confused when she got up.
That was His Majesty Emhyr.
The Emperor of Nilfgaard, the white flame on his grave, the man who controls half the world.
Why was he so panicked?
Compared with this reaction, the cold and calm image of questioning herself before was more in line with Margarita's imagination.
Moreover, at a glance, not only His Majesty Emhyr, but also the guards around him, and even the black-armored legendary professional who had been standing behind His Majesty, all had a solemn and upright attitude.
Even the atmosphere seemed to have solidified.
Only Margarita herself looked confused.
What on earth is going on?
Before she could recover, she saw Emhyr straightening his collar and looking at her seriously:
"For a moment, don't speak unless the gentleman asks you."
"Don't get me into trouble."
"Understood?"
Margarita looked at him confused and nodded blankly.
Although he still had the same face and the same expression, as the Emperor of the Empire, Emhyr would actually say something like, "Don't get me into trouble." However, it didn't sit well with him.
Who is that gentleman?
Seeing that she understood, Emhyr nodded and walked towards the central hall surrounded by guards.
From a distance, Margarita saw a person sitting on the sofa in the center of the hall - that should be the master's seat.
There was a tall man standing behind him.
Emhyr walked closer, but did not say a word because of the other party's impoliteness. Instead, he leaned slightly, touched his chest and saluted.