"Okay." Ashley sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Go back a little, I'm not sure how her body will react to spells?"

"That's it?" The ambassador looked at Ashley suspiciously. "No need for a pentagram? Candles? Blood?"

"This means that you don’t know anything about magic, ambassador, but it’s not important. It only takes a spell to disarm the carburetor seal. I will put her in the pool so that when she recovers, she can immediately replenish moisture instead of Died because of lack of water."

"Very well, make sure she survives. Renua, is the torturer ready?"

The bald general nodded. "The soldering iron is hot, and the cage made of anti-magical metal is ready."

"Very good." The ambassador stepped back. "Go ahead, Ashley."

Ashley took the woodcarving, sighed, and threw the woodcarving into the pool.

Maybe she should find a way to inform people who know Triss. Ashley thought, stretched out her finger and gestured for the spell. Casting spells requires magic, spells, and gestures, none of which are indispensable. If there are a few people who can use swords, they should be able to find a way to rescue Triss. There are not many Nilfgaard soldiers in the barracks. She opened the portal and naturally knew the military layout in the camp.

"Started?"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Ashley slowly chanted a spell, a bluish-white light surrounded between her hands. Waves appeared on the water above Trissy woodcarving, as if bubbles were boiling. After a few seconds, Ashley raised her hands up, and the water exploded, splashing water everywhere. In the mist, you can vaguely see a naked woman lying in the pool, retching constantly.

Suddenly, Ashley's hands were grabbed and kept behind her. When she reacted, her throat was firmly pinched by the iron gloved hand, making her unable to make any sound.

"You did a good job, Ashley."

Ambassador Hillard walked to the sorcerer who was struggling in Renua's arms. However, Ashley's power cannot be compared with a strong professional soldier.

"But you dare to have contact with warlocks in the north without the emperor's permission, and participate in a conspiracy against the emperor. This is a capital crime." Hillard pulled out a finely carved dagger, Ashley's eyes widened, but There was only a meaningless whine from the pinched throat. Cannot recite spells, nor can they make spellcasting gestures. Magic lingers around but helpless. "I'm past the age when I can get angry, and I can only feel a little sadness."

The ambassador walked to Ashley.

Ashley shivered suddenly, and the dagger easily pierced into her abdomen, then pulled it out, and then pierced in again.

One cut, one cut, another cut.

Soon, Ashley's skirt turned into a pool of blood, and the broken intestines flowed down the planed abdomen to the ground. At the beginning, the female warlock was still struggling hard, wailing in her throat, but it didn't take long for the struggle to weaken. Her body could only tremble slightly with the ambassador's stabbing action, and her head was weakly drooping on her shoulders. After stabbing ten knives, looking at Ashley, who had rolled his eyes, the ambassador stretched out his hand, tore off the female warlock's bra, aimed at the location of the heart and pierced it, then turned his wrist and shattered the heart.

"Throw this bitch's body into the sewer." The ambassador took out the handkerchief and wiped the blood-stained dagger. "The monster in the sewer will take care of the rest."

On the other side, Triss was lying in the water, her whole body pulled together, moaning in pain from time to time.

The ambassador walked to the waterhole.

"Do you remember your name?" he shouted.

"I..." Triss forced a few words from her teeth. "I don't know..."

"You are Merigold!" the ambassador continued to shout. "Triss Merigold! Do you remember?!"

"I'm... Triss Merigold..."

"Enough." The ambassador turned to look at Renua beside him. "Pull her up and handcuff her. We need to find all the traitors and all the northern warlocks who are trying to fight the empire. His Majesty's plan is at the last moment, and he doesn't want to see the second Sutton Mountain appear."

Renua looked at Hillard coldly.

"Your Majesty's plan?"

"You are so bold, Renua, how dare you question?"

Renua said nothing, he waved to the two soldiers waiting behind. They immediately walked into the pond with anti-magic metal shackles.

Hillard walked back to the camp, walked back to his camp. Take out a piece of letter paper and a pen, moisten it with ink, and start writing on it.

[His Majesty the Emperor Enhill Enris of Nilfgaard

Your Majesty! After visiting Foltest, I negotiated with Hensett and conveyed his Highness's proposal to him. Kodwin is a warlike country with unreliable kings and rough nobles. The importance of compassion and loyalty turns around, and they can be easily manipulated without any skill. I also discovered that Renua Mattson had taken over the savage northern garrison. I will use this opportunity to express my doubts about the necessity of sending him. Your Highness knew that I didn't trust that person, and I suspected that he was hiding something from me.

——His Royal Highness's Servant, Hillard Fitzojestelan]

After finishing writing, Hillard raised his head, and after repeatedly confirming that there were no problems with the words and grammar, he called the messenger who was waiting outside the camp.

"You carry this letter." Hillard put a wax seal on the letter with a ring. "Through the portal, immediately send to the palace. No one is allowed to know the content of this letter during this time."

"Yes, my lord."

The messenger whispered, and after receiving the letter respectfully, he backed out of the tent.

It's just that Hillard didn't know, on the other side, Renua was receiving a new letter from another messenger.

"From the imperial palace?" The imperial general's stone-like face rarely showed a trace of emotion.

"Yes, sir." The messenger knelt and pressed his face to the dust. "Only adults can view it."

Renua opened the envelope, and two clean lines of writing appeared in front of him. He knew that this was written on behalf of the royal palace, because people were not qualified to see the handwriting of the emperor, it would only make the image of the emperor not so perfect, and it is always known that the emperor must be a perfect person who knows all knowledge People.

[Hillard's activities in the north are too frequent, too much beyond authorized behavior. When necessary, Renua can take any measures against him to protect the interests of the empire. 】

The first thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight chapters meet Hawke

Zelin can't remember how long ago it was the last time he slept where he could see the sky with his eyes open.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Zelin sat up, lowered his head, thinking about what he was doing last night.

It didn't take long for him to find the answer in his painful head. When he came to the square last night, he happened to see the people in the center of the square playing a card game. With the idea of ​​entertainment, Zelin went to participate in a few games. Then he seemed to have drunk again, and the only reason for the headache was this. He doesn't think that someone will be too angry and fight with him because he lost the game. He believes that the vendors here have to do with him, and the other one must have a headache.

Zelin was clutching the back of his head. It was because of something in his impression, but...

"Are you finally awake?"

A vague figure in his eyes leaned against a broken stone pillar, with his hands interlaced on his chest, looking at Zelin. "Do you need water?"

Zelin yawned and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"No, Hawke." He heard a voice. "When did you arrive?"

"I arrived a few days ago, and I happened to ran into you last night. This city is really nice, full of weeds, bugs and broken teeth. I heard that this is a peaceful summit?"

Zelin saw a hand holding the cup and handing it to the front, he reached out and took it and took a sip.

"How do you feel?"

Zelin shook his head and blinked. "Much better. Yes, this is a peace summit to discuss the future of the North."

"It seems that the definition of peace summit in my hometown is not the same as here." Marianne rolled her head and looked through a collapsed arch to the square outside. "The ruins courtyard is full of infantry in iron armor on patrol, with sharp weapons in their hands. There is also a knight regiment on the edge of the city, which looks like they are about to fight against the National People's Congress who says no to them. It's not like that. It’s a peace summit, it’s like a group of gangsters and gangsters taking their little brothers to divide the territory."

"Well, there may be no difference between the two in essence. It's just one called a summit meeting and the other called a street fight." Zelin raised his head and drank the water in the cup. "I stayed at the hotel yesterday?"

"Yeah, it took me a while to drag you in and then paid for it. I live next door."