Chapter 1896: Flowers in the Ruins

"Count, I must announce that you will be arrested for treason. You can now make any accusations and rebuttals, but I will show your collusion with the Nilfgadians to betray the motherland in the Regent. Your punishment will be The Regent Council made a verdict. Now, take him down and put him in a dungeon."

Tamoria camp. Marshal Natalis announced his sentence to Maravill in front of him. Roche interlaced his hands on his chest, leaning on a stone pillar, watching the trial in the camp, his frowning brows gradually loosened.

"Roche."

Roche turned his head.

"Zelin." He stood up straight. "You helped us a lot this time, and Natalis wants to award you a Medal of Honor of Tamoria."

"Ah, that's not necessary." Zelin waved his hand. "How is Aneth? For a girl, what she has experienced these days is simply a nightmare."

"Natalis found a nanny for her. We all know how to lead the soldiers, but a woman is more comfortable taking care of a little girl." Roche sighed. "I originally found her a doll, but she said she didn't want a doll, she wanted a sword. So I made her a wooden sword, I will teach her fighting skills, and Natalis will teach her the art of war , I believe she will become an excellent queen in the future."

Last night, Zelin asked Tofrid to rescue Aneth from the Kodwin camp, and then gave it to Roche who was waiting. It did not cause any commotion, nor did it attract any extra attention. There was a trace of turmoil in the Coldwin camp, and soon many messengers left the camp, possibly requesting assistance from within Coldwin. Everything was business as usual in Lomugne, Tamolia rescued Aneth, and soon everyone else would know that Foltest’s illegitimate daughter was in Tamolia camp, but they could not produce evidence to prove Tamoli Ya has nothing to do with what happened in the Cordwin camp, because Natalis was busy arresting Kimbert and Maravill at that time.

Everyone in the city saw it.

"Then it couldn't be better." Zelin looked at the ongoing trial in the camp. "Roche, I'm afraid I have to ask you one more thing."

"Don't say please, just tell me what is the trouble, I will try my best." Roche spread his hand. "It’s been a few days since the summit meeting. Since we have found Her Highness Aneth, there is no reason for the remaining nobles to leave Temaria. Otherwise, if the summit is held, we have not found Aneth yet, I I can't imagine what Tamoria would look like by the group of wolves. You prevented Tamoria from splitting. As long as I can help, you say it, I will never shirk it."

"You are a senior officer in Tamoria, and you have the right to approach the circular arena." Zelin thought about what to do next in his mind. "As far as I know, Saqiya of Forkin lives in a tower near the ring arena, with her warlock advisor. I can’t get close to it, so I hope you can help me find out about it. . For example, what Saqiya intends to do, or what advice her sorcerer gave her."

Although Frid can also enter the tower quietly, Roche has many secret agents, who can more effectively inquire about Saqiya's situation, as well as the thoughts and plans of the Sorcerer's Assembly Hall.

"No problem, I will find a way to inquire." Roche nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"I already told Geralt that Triss was locked up in the Nilfgaard camp. So I have a plan."

"Need help?"

"No, just help me keep an eye on the ring arena."

Cynthia told Zelintris the exact location of her detention, and there was an entrance to the sewer at the Nilfgaard camp.

This is a good opportunity.

After leaving the Temporia camp, Zelin found Marti near the sorcerer's meeting place in Lomugne. The latter moved her camp to Lomugne, because there have been many wounded in Lomugne recently, not just being stabbed in the back when walking at night, but also encountering magic traps and gargoyles when cleaning up the ruins. , Or attacked by demon birds that settle in the nearby mountains, many of them guards. So many healing warlocks entered the city of Lomune. After all, the summit meeting was about to be held, and almost all the warlocks who were going to participate in the meeting left Fort Lida and entered the camp in Lomugne.

"Marty."

"Oh, Zelin, are you here?" Marty was bending over, washing her hands in a basin. "Do you need treatment? I was injured in a monster commission? Don't worry, I have some potions that can quickly relieve pain. Coupled with the recovery ability of the demon hunter's body, you only need to sleep to return to normal. We are old. Are you friends? How about giving you a 10% discount?"

"We have known each other for so long, is it only worth 10% off?"

"Uh, 20% off? This is the lowest. It is thought that our doctors make a lot of money, and the ingredients for preparing the medicine are very expensive."

"I know, I know, but I am not here to seek treatment today." Zelin shook his head. "Where is Tishaya? I have something to find her."

"President? She went into the sewer today and said she wanted to see what was left of the first council." Marty shrugged. "Let me say that there are only dangerous guardians and magic traps that do not know if they are out of control in this city. What was left by the first council of that year became the spoils of adventurers hundreds of years ago. The market."

"Did she say where exactly did she go?"

"No, but she went down from the sewer on the side of the camp. Can't your demon hunters see things that many people can't find? For example, footprints, smells, and other things, she left half an hour ago Yes, it may not have gone far yet."

"Thanks, Marty. Oh, yes, the summit will be held soon, but... can you do something for me?"

"Oh?" Marty's eyes suddenly came to mind. "Would you like to introduce a few patients to me? Well, you can describe to me the injuries of the patients in advance, so I can prepare well in advance."

"No, it's not a patient, it's a shipment... well, how do you put it. Don't you plan to rebuild a new Warlock Order during the summit?"

Marty nodded.

"So, I discussed with Tishaya and planned to establish a stable portal between Mahakam and Lomune. Remember, there is a source of magic power near my castle, and Enid uses magic power The Source has established a stable portal to Sinide Island."

"I remember, so you plan to do it again after imitating the island of Sinide?"

"Yes, but I can't build in Lomugne, so I hope you can help find a few reliable warlocks and find some suitable portal locations outside the city. I ordered a batch of magic materials, which should be very good. It will be transported to Lida Fort via the Ponta River soon."

"These materials are very valuable."

"Well, it's not cheap."

"Oh my god, if I didn't know that there were people around you, I could not help but the desire to have dinner with you." Marty covered her mouth and laughed. "Well, no problem, I will call a few good sisters and take my apprentices to explore near Lomugne. It just so happens that I'm almost fed up with those **** generals and nobles, even if the Protestant order is subordinate to the north, But they cried and drank as if we were their servants. It just so happened that we went out together to get some fresh air and make money. It was great."

"Well, then I will trouble you, Marty."

Zelin did not intend to establish a portal. Curdin revealed to him the plan of the summit. Lomugne will not become a new headquarters of the Warlock Order, but will become a slaughterhouse.

But it is impossible for him to directly warn the warlocks that someone is ready to act on them. No one believes Zelin, just like when everything is normal, a person who yells that the end of the world is about to come will definitely be regarded as a lunatic.

So he asked Tishaya to discuss, Tishaya was the only warlock who was willing to believe Zelin's warning before the coup in Sinide. Moreover, he had to find a way to evacuate the warlocks in the city to other places, in a more concealed way.

So that afternoon, many warlocks found that Lomugne's sign had many commissions for hired warlocks. Collect magical materials, plan monster structures, and survey the Blue Mountain minerals. Basically, the goals are outside the city. It takes more than a week to complete. The rewards are high. It is like an announcement issued by a businessman who has been attracted to hear that Lomugne is about to rebuild. This is not a small attraction for some warlocks who have no income for a long time because of the collapse of the warlock cult. After all, not all magicians have professional expertise as applicable to everyone like Marty. No one can leave a doctor, but geology, biology, astronomy, or meteorology is too far away for ordinary people's lives.

So Zelin deliberately went to Marti, not only to inquire about Tisaya’s traces, but also to get her and her sisters who studied medicine to leave Lomugne, otherwise, how could they not be able to make these by commission alone? Physicians who lacked money left their stable and comfortable tents.

The commissioned work is basically not dangerous, and the only danger is probably to go outside the city. There are many mercenaries idle waiting for work in the city. These warlocks can hire a few fighters to protect them and complete their missions. The amount of commission above is enough to allow them to hire a few good players, but there is still a lot of surplus left.

Before long, by night, the number of sorcerer camps in Lomugne was reduced by nearly a quarter.

Some spies went out of the city to investigate what the warlocks were doing, and followed the clues on the commission to find the merchant who issued the commission.

But they must have never imagined that the person who actually issued the commission was in the city, in the sewers in the city.

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"Well... it's a scavenger again."

Zelin shook the mud splashed on his body and coughed heavily.

"Footprints stretched here, and then... well, disappeared?" Zelin looked at the mud on the ground. Tisaya's footprints are easy to track, and the female warlock has a spell that allows them to walk in the dirty sewer without leaving a trace of mud on their boots. The footprints left by this spell are deep and easy to distinguish. "Is it a portal?"

Zelin looked at the nearby sewer, several broken carrion corpses scattered in the nearby mud. No one knows how many corpses there are in this sewer, or how many scavengers live in it. Sewers lead to nearby valleys, and many of them have collapsed, but some tunnels have long since become fragile under the erosion of the years, allowing scavengers in the mountains to dig through the walls and sneak in.

"The walls..."

Zelin walked to the wall, stretched out his hand, ready to try to touch it. He still remembered that when Cynthia dispelled the illusion outside the laboratory, there were more secrets hidden in the sewers than he had imagined.

Just when his hand was about to touch the wall. Suddenly, a dark whirlpool appeared on the wall. Zelin quickly retracted his hand and put his hand on the hilt of the silver sword, his muscles tense, watching the surrounding vigilantly to prevent possible attacks from all directions.

But the attack did not occur, and a human face appeared in the whirlpool. The chin of the face opened and closed, and bursts of jerky notes flowed into the ears of the demon hunter.

"Nanna-Kanpa-Zi-Uddu-ya-la-la-Gat-Exa-Nanna-Zi-uddu-Zi-Gat-Kanpa-Nibbit."

"What?" Zelin frowned. "What do you mean?"