Chapter 47 Influence

Dole Breitner, on the edge of the Blue Mountains, surrounded by colorful flowers, is a quiet cave.

"Daisy, the spy reported that they went to Norse City to support the 200 children of Master Wingford, all of them sacrificed." Philavandrey Ain Fidar, dressed in white, stood at the start of a woman, handsome and handsome. And a sad smile appeared on Noble's face, "Five warlocks including Freya were unable to come back."

The elf warlock Francesca Findabe stared into the telescopic mirror which had not responded for a long time, her beautiful blue eyes glistening with tears.

"Their corpses were ordered by the Archbishop of Eternal Fire, Cyrus, to hang in the square in memory of the hundreds of temple guards who died in the conflict." His voice was choked, full of bitterness,

"But in fact, a group of witchers killed most of the temple guards."

"This account was all placed on the dead children, and the archbishop was like a madman, not blaming the witcher at all."

"Now, this conflict has spread throughout the North."

"The kings of the north all know that there is an extreme anti-human organization called the Squirrel Party."

Under the flowing and supple white hair, the man's eyes looked at the woman questioningly, "Why is it completely different from what Wegfords promised before?"

He gripped the leather gloves tightly, his knuckles white.

"Is that Your Excellency making a joke with our blood and the future of the elves?"

The thin and fragrant shoulders of the elf sorceress trembled, and her slender fingers continued to rub the crystal of the telescopic mirror, watching the water-blue light curtain in the air condense and dissipate.

cycle back and forth.

explain softly,

"Wigfortz is out of touch."

A drop of crystal teardrop slid down his eyes, for the deceased compatriots.

"What does he mean, after using it, we will abandon it and treat the children as victims?"

Philadelphia's black eyes shot out terrifying anger, and her voice was so gloomy that it was like leaves scratching against the cold and wet ground.

"Wiggoforts betrayed us?"

Francesca shook her head, "He has no reason to betray, we are all on Nilfgaard's side. There must be other reasons."

"More important than the lives of children?"

"I'll ask him for an explanation.

After a while, I will continue to contact him and entrust others. "

"He ignores the safety of the children. Are we going to continue to provoke the entire northern region and stir up the flames for him?" The king of the elf kingdom in the past stared at her beautiful profile, hoping to get a negative answer.

"The next action is not for Wingford, but for the future, for future generations to have a real place to live. No more hiding in barren mountains and starving." Francis Ka stretched out her slender, white-like right hand, and an Apollo butterfly flew into the hole and landed on her velvet cuff, her small white flower-like wings opened and closed.

"We have reached an agreement with His Majesty Emhyr."

"The war is about to begin."

"Since the humans of Eternal Fire have officially torn their faces."

"Since the witcher has children's blood on his hands."

"Then, we should also take revenge on humans equally!"

She calmly gave the order,

"Let Ethangreen Faotiana lead a brigade to the outside of the Brock Leon Forest and cooperate with the dryads to attack humans. If the situation is critical, Ms. Esina will provide them with shelter."

"Evelyn, Toruviel, and Kensafa led a brigade to win over the discriminated dwarves, halflings, elves, and half-breeds on the edge of the Blue Mountains in Aden and Kaedwen, and carry out military harassment activities."

"Is it really worth it?" Filavanteri asked. "Most of them will die. Maybe sticking to the Blue Mountains will make them live longer?"

"There is no way to escape the doom of death. The elves must go out, at least take back the Valley of Flowers. We must fight to disrupt the human kingdom and prevent their preparations for war. This is an agreement with Emhyr, and we cannot defy it. Sorry, Fila Verde."

The man bowed deeply to her.

"I forgive you, Enid, but I don't know if the sacrificed children forgive you."

...

Stiegar Castle.

The gust of wind on the cliffs poured in from the window.

The countless books on the bookshelf made a slight bump.

Hereby—

Rita Ned looked at the flash of magical light in the telescopic mirror beside the large water tank, her eyebrows frowned slightly,

This was the tenth time she noticed the magic power fluctuations.

I was amazed.

Who is it that is tirelessly contacting that dead ghost - Wigfords?

There was a flash of brilliance in the blue eyes, and every time I thought of that high-level man in the Brotherhood of Warlocks, the hottest man in the north and south.

He died so silently in Roy's hands and annihilated into cosmic dust.

She felt a burst of disbelief, the impermanence of fate.

If it wasn't for Roy to bring her to the castle, let her see Vigo's inseparable and dying assistant Lydia with her own eyes.

She thought it was a joke.

And before today, she never knew that the charismatic, gifted, and deeply loved and trusted Wigfords was not just a pervert who tortured innocents—the laboratory was full of cruel torture instruments, Syringes, special electric chairs, buried dozens of skeletons.

Earlier, he joined forces with the South and betrayed the Northern Warlock Brotherhood!

It is simply a scum among the mages!

"Tsk tsk... worthy of being one of the six members of the Wizarding Society. The collection of books in this house of Wigfords is complete and valuable. The number is equivalent to one-fifth of Ben Ader's. It can be called a small book. Magic Academy."

A man dressed in a loose and greasy mage robe with a sharp Mediterranean hairstyle held a thick tome, with an excited and wretched smile on his face, "especially this out-of-print "Natural Magic". "And Mystery", when I study it thoroughly, the level of alchemy will definitely rise to a higher level. Unfortunately, his most precious things should be carried in the space ring and annihilated together."

Those small eyes that looked like sesame seeds rolled around, feeling a little bit regretful. Coral had already put away the documents related to the extraction of Wei Ge's greatest ancient bloodline.

Listed as forbidden.

"But this castle is quite good. It is located in the uninhabited Shihu Lake in Ebin. The location is hidden, it is big enough, and the experimental instruments are complete. They are all high-quality goods. The gems and rare magic materials are enough for decades. Ms. Rita, why not? Let's just move the laboratory from Nuocheng?"

"There's no need to move," Coral shook his head. "Starting today, Styggar Castle will be listed as the sanctuary for the Witcher Brotherhood along with the bottom of Temple Island and the bottom of Lake Nine."

"Good idea," Kalkstein casually opened a page of the tome and looked at it, seemingly inadvertently,

"That Lydia, what are you going to do with it?"

Coral pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment.

She didn't expect Roy to leave this hot potato behind.

"Lydia is not yet fifty years old, but a confused little girl who was brainwashed by that conspirator, and I will let her know where she is going."

...

The morning glow dyes the horizon a warm red, and the breeze blows the willow trees in the corner of the courtyard to dance gracefully, like a beauty in a veil.

After a near-miss catastrophe, Gawain's house briefly recovered a fiery scene.

In the bright alchemy room, Vicky held the large and small packages of medicine bottles in her arms and looked at the pestle, measuring cup, and heater on the alchemy table with a face full of reluctance.

"My baby, I can't hold it, woohoo..."

"Come on, ma'am," Renee grinned brightly. The gaps in her baby teeth that had just erupted were ridiculously wide. She frantically stuffed a bunch of dried chinensis and sage into the package of her blue dress. Inside, the waist was stuffed bulging, like a little squirrel collecting food for the winter.

"Mr. Lesso didn't say that there is everything over there. If there is any shortage, I will go to Kaedwen to buy it. Just in time, we can get some new alchemy equipment. Do you mean it, Conrad?"

The handsome little boy by the fire nodded suddenly, but his eyes looked through the glass window of the alchemy room to the busy scene in the yard, with a look of disappointment.

behind the owl.

Putting on a brand-new leather armor, the spirited Arkham Thom held a half-human-high storage box and slowly drilled into the portal of the conference room.

Carl smiled and kicked the butt of his companion in front of him mischievously.

More than a dozen witcher apprentices surrounded the five seniors who participated in the bloody battle, with bright eyes, turned into fans, and kept asking questions.

The three hunting and agricultural apprentices, Oreo, Terry, and Beam, followed Serrit with hoes and pitchforks, wooden bows and quivers, and bags of crop seeds slung over their shoulders.

Quintas, Fyodor, and Clough Todaro and their daughters, wearing their beloved blacksmith apron, clenched the forging hammer in their hands, with a little nervousness and discomfort about reaching a new environment on their faces.

The big hairless vulture, Golphin, was carrying a mess of luggage, just right to block her bald skin, so that she wouldn't be too ashamed.

The little black dog barked and licked its long beak.

Escal's Skopion, Geralt's Radish, Roy's Werther, Lambert's Scorpion, several horses formed a circle in the crowd, whispering with hoofs and sniffles.

Thirty or so students were in the dormitory, eagerly packing their bedding rolls, clothes, shoes, and notebooks left on weekdays, discussing the upcoming trip.

His little faces were flushed with excitement, and his eyes were full of tension, anticipation, and reluctance.

"We've only been here for two years and we're leaving."

Conrad muttered,

"A big man, what's the point of being sad? Grandpa Vesemir didn't say that we can come back anytime in the future!"

Renee snorted disdainfully in her nose, but the corners of her mouth were shriveled unconsciously, and her eyes were red.

This red brick and green tile, small and exquisite yard, carries too many good memories for everyone.

"So we have to work hard to grow," Vicky pursed her lips, her delicate little face showed a firm color, and her blond ponytail swayed gently at the back of her head. "In the future, help teachers protect their homes."

"Instead of hiding and praying for them like last time!"

"Um!"

Outside the fence in the yard.

A group of witchers and friends and acquaintances of Nuocheng, lovers reluctantly bid farewell.

"Masters, Kyle Mohan is thousands of miles away, and the journey is long. You must take care when you go here..." Dandelion swept over all the witchers present on the scene with a sad look. Today, he changed the body for the first time. A garish minstrel coat, wearing a serious, serious gray gentleman's jacket, "Nuocheng, rest assured, my friends, will cooperate with the propaganda of Archbishop Cyrus and Gawain Samsa, and continue to wash. The bad name on your head."

"With the ten thousand crowns that Master Roy asked for from the loan shark, the next step is to continue north and open the dance hall branch in Redania."

"Trust me, with our three-inch tongue, at most one year, you will become heroes admired by everyone and return triumphantly! There are more than 30,000 people in Nuocheng, and the one or two thousand haters will not be a problem for you."

"When will we get rid of the habit of talking nonsense?" Geralt shook his head and smiled at his old friend, "We don't need to worry about you here, it's you, without our care, stop messing around all day. Run, cause trouble, or someone will cut off his 'leg' sooner or later!"

He glanced at the blue shirt and orange sleeves tights, quiet as a beauty grass, Priscilla said with a deep meaning,

"Honestly accompany your woman, don't mess around!"

"Geralt, don't smear my reputation! You should be single-minded against Lady Yennefer! Stop piling up!"

"What is Kyle Morhen in the wild? Believe it or not I'll seal your mouth with Arden."

"Cough, Master Dandelion," Cohen's honest cheeks showed a hint of pleading, "I'm away while I'm away, please take good care of Igsena."

His tri-colored pupils turned to his side affectionately, holding his hand, his stylish lover, the latter's big black eyes still staring with love,

"I'll be back in a month or so."

Ignatius loves poetry and drama performances, so she chooses to stay and work in No City Song and Dance Hall.

After all, Cohen had already joined the Witcher Brotherhood, and the chivalry he received from a young age made him feel more responsible for the orphanage, his fellow Witchers, and the children.

So he chose to leave with the big team.

"Don't worry," Master Dan patted Cohen on the shoulder and winked at him, "Psila and I promise to teach her carefully and make her a rising star!"

"The manager of the dance hall branch!"

The other pair is in a completely different situation.

Not too far away from the crowd,

Escal, a handsome man with fair skin, was whispering intimately to an exotic woman with double horns on her forehead, sexy body, and chocolate-colored skin.

His eyes were full of beautiful longing, and he was discussing building his own happy hut in Kyle Mohan.

...

Roy stretched out his left hand from under the swaddle in his arms, and there was a splash of water on his palm.

His face turned into a bitter gourd.

"Hey..." Minuo, who was white and tender, blinked her innocent big eyes at her brother, giggled, and hugged one of his fingers and sucked.

In the yard, the old Moore and his wife, who were carrying pots and pans, noticed this warm scene and couldn't help smiling. Not long after arriving at Gawain's house, they took over most of the chores of farming, cooking, and cleaning, and they became a fraternity. The indispensable life steward.

On this trip to Kyle Mohan, they walked together.

Temporarily moving to Kyle Mohan is also a good over-choice.

But this is not Roy's ultimate goal, and the witcher's base should not be limited to the north or the south.

However, his grand plan requires the cooperation of two other ancient bloods.

One of them has not yet been born.

Roy thought for a while, and moved to Kyle Mohan for two months. When the unexpected daughter in Calanthe's belly was born, the third green grass trial should also be put on the agenda.

...

"Tattoo..."

Not far away, at the entrance of Alder Forest, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Aiden of the cat school led two tall knights in armor and high momentum, as if they were going to the battlefield and stepped into the courtyard.

"Grimm?"

"Casiel?"

"Masters, Geralt," said the champion knight with fluttering blond hair, smiling brightly at everyone, noticing that there were more than ten witchers present, his eyes sparkled as if he saw gold, "I finally see you all. ?"

"We have a humble request, I hope you will fulfill it?"

"tell me the story."

Geralt walked out of the crowd and nodded to the two of them. After all, not long ago, in front of the Archbishop and everyone in Nuocheng, they testified for the witcher and said good things.

Just looking at Cassirer is still full of vigilance, this guy is from Nilfgaard and once kidnapped Ciri!

"I hope to travel with the masters, um, to be a guest! Then, I will ask for advice one by one and hone my martial arts..." Grim leaned against the great sword, his eyes bright like the sun.

"I..." Cassirer bowed and saluted, her cheeks tightened, and she asked in a harsh tone.

"I pray that Master Geralt will let me meet Ciri."