Geralt's badge buzzed because of the wave of magic flashing across Sabina's body.

"Don't forget where this is!" Ye Naifa yelled coldly. This allowed Sabina, who had reached the edge of the runaway, to slowly calm down.

This woman was not at ease from the beginning. If Roger was just an ordinary person, then the final outcome can be imagined.

But so many days of company, there is no credit and hard work, and to be honest, Roger always feels that the other party is the one who has the advantage.

"Demon hunter, very good, very good."

Sabina gritted her teeth.

"I remember you!"

"Similar compliments, I often hear you say, but the attitude is very different from now." Roger shrugged and replied indifferently.

Whispers were heard from the surroundings, the female warlocks were all people who feared that the world would not be chaotic. Although their voices were soft, they did not avoid Sabina.

Feeling her face lost, Sabina walked out angrily, obviously not planning to attend the dinner later.

"It won't be long before you will thank me." Roger shouted loudly, and at this moment the female warlock had disappeared from the crowd.

"Roger..." Geralt shook his head helplessly, completely unable to see through to his colleague.

The three quickly entered the old-fashioned mode, and after a short while, other wizards and warlocks greeted Ye Naifa.

Although there were many things he wanted to ask Roger about, Ye Naifa could only hold back and turned around to greet other friends. Geralt wanted to stay, but after thinking about it, he followed.

With Ye Naifa's experience, there might be so many old lovers to meet at this banquet, Geralt felt that he had to follow her.

Seeing this opportunity, Dijkstra quietly approached Roger.

"My lord." He lowered his voice and handed it over a wine glass.

"Why are you here?"

"What order can I..."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in what you are about to do, conspiracy, betrayal, control, whatever you do, as long as it doesn't affect my life."

Roger looked up at the dome covered with frescoes. "Even if this palace is collapsed...what if the whole island is sunk?"

"How could Sinide Island sink?" Dijkstra smiled awkwardly. Although the entire palace seemed almost airtight, the air inside was smooth and the temperature was pleasant.

But at this time, the Secret Agent felt all over his body, and his back was pierced by sweat. I don't know why, he always felt that the man in front of him seemed to see through all their plans.

"It is indeed difficult to sink an island, but if the wizard on it dies..." Roger looked at Dijkstra with a smile.

"I have said everything that should be said, continue to do your business."

Roger took Dijkstra's glass, which made the latter breathe. What he worried most was being snubbed or warned by Roger.

After Dijkstra left, Triss also came over to say hello to Roger, but she just nodded and exchanged a few words before leaving.

These sorcerers and warlocks are obviously more ridiculous than anyone else, and at this time they all dressed brightly and gracefully.

The food on the surrounding tables was also lacklustre, and Roger felt bored after a few turns.

Soon Geralt returned to Roger again.

"Don't be your flower protector?" Roger joked.

Geralt loosened his collar. "I've had enough. This clothes makes me feel uncomfortable. No matter what I say or do, I won't fit in with Ye Naifa's side."

"The wine here is like cat urine. When the banquet is over, we will have a good drink."

"Are you sure you have time to drink with me tonight?" Roger looked at Geralt, "I think you should have more important things to do."

Thinking of the fascinating taste, Geralt smiled awkwardly.

He and Ye Naifa had just reconciled, and the two reunited after a long absence, it was the time when the emotions were strong.

"Understand!" Roger patted Geralt on the shoulder, "Behave well!"

"What do you show?" Ye Naifa's voice suddenly came, and she didn't know when she got rid of the warlock around her.

"It's nothing." Geralt said vaguely. At this time, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the tide separated to the two sides.

"They are here."

Those who were present were the top leaders of the Wizarding Council and the High-level Council. The old guys who walked in the front had nothing to say, especially the two who lagging behind.

One man and one woman.

The appearance and figure are all too beautiful.

"Francisska..." Ye Naifah looked at the woman and introduced to Roger, "Her name is really beautiful, meaning the valley daisy, and many people think she is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"She looks so young." Geralt praised dryly, eager to survive, and praised another woman in front of Ye Naifa...

Geralt has done a similar stupid thing, and it doesn't need to be said too much.

Ye Naifa chose to kick Geralt off the bed at the moment when the essence of life was about to bloom!

This is the revenge of the sorcerer.

"She's a pure blood elf, look at the man who escorted him, Leo Gwen's Wigofts."

"You are so young and talented."

As the youngest member of the council, Ye Naifah knew that it was time for her to play, so she tidied up her clothes and stepped forward.

What followed was naturally boring communication. Roger was already a little drowsy and refused the warm invitation of several beautiful ladies.

Just when he was about to leave, Ye Naifah turned back and approached Geralt.

"Geralt, someone wants to see you and wants to talk to you alone."

"Who?"

"Wigofertz."

"What can we talk about?" Geralt looked puzzled.

"Maybe I want to win you over, maybe I want to get some news, you have to be careful, this person is cunning not to be fooled by him."

"Okay." Geralt hesitated, and then walked into the back corridor. Roger just wanted to leave at this time, but Ye Naifa took advantage of the mechanism to stop.

He understood the meaning in the other's eyes.

The two took a glass of wine, avoided the crowd and came to a terrace full of flowers. The damp sea breeze pounced on their faces and looked up. The splendor of Gastang Palace seemed to be in sight~lightnovelpub.net~tomorrow We are going to hold a meeting there..."

Ye Naifah opened the topic dryly.

Roger didn't say a word, he knew the purpose of the sorcerer's invitation to come here, and indeed, the next moment, Ye Naifa couldn't wait to turn his head.

"Roger, you said, I still have hope... but when is that?"

"I can not wait anymore."

"I can give you whatever you want!" Ye Naifa's eyes were firm.

"Be more patient, I will come to you when the time is right."

"but……"

"No, but that's it, you and Geralt are not ready yet."

"Me and Geralt?!" Ye Naifah seemed to realize something.

"Me and his kid..."

"Can we?" Happiness came so suddenly, Ye Naifa was even a little incoherent.

"That's it, all you have to do is to be ready when happiness comes."

After speaking, Roger jumped out of the railing.

"I'm fed up with the boredom here, see you tomorrow."

"That's right." Roger glanced at Ye Naifa last while his body fell.

"If I were you, I would take Geralt down tonight and get rid of this huge vortex."

"What do you know?!" Ye Naifa's eyes burst out, and Roger's body had already begun to disappear.

Under him is an abyss.

Ye Naifa was not worried about Roger's safety, she had seen the peculiarities of this man, and it was not until a long time later that she murmured.

"No, my choice is right."

Obviously she didn't take Roger's advice to heart.

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