"No, I want to tell you, don't push all the northern kingdoms to the opposite of your warlocks because of Ladovide."

The wind roared outside the tower.

Schell tapped his fingers on the table subconsciously and looked at an empty wooden plate, but his attention was obviously already in his thoughts.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"You don't plan to do it is the best suggestion." Zelin paused. Xi'er did not speak, and continued to wait. "Next I will listen to my arrangements. There are still four days left, not much time, but enough. At least, no matter what other people have plans, first minimize the damage of innocent people as much as possible."

After listening to Zelin's suggestion, Schill was silent for a while.

"You help us, what do you want in return?"

"If I see an unlucky traveler being dragged into the water by a water ghost, I will stretch out my hand to pull him up, instead of thinking about what benefits he can bring to me before doing it. I don't like when others are about to face disaster. At that time, the people who used this to threaten." Ze Lin shook his head. "I just hope that if one day I need help, someone will help me like me. I'll talk about it later. Tisaya is trying to arrange the irrelevant warlocks in the city to leave, but this is not enough. Twenty warlocks leave every day. , Thirty new warlocks will arrive in the city. Xi'er, use your influence to prevent warlocks from other parts of the north from coming to Lomugne."

"No problem." Xi'er nodded. "I will notify the other warlocks and let them stand by in other places. When the warlock cult is established, I will send a messenger to inform everyone of the news. This way, they will not rush to Lomugne."

"As long as the number of warlocks in the city can be reduced." Zelin sighed. "I should go. Xier, you can rest assured that Philippa is not in Ladovide's dungeon now. She is staying in a safe place to recuperate, but it is not convenient to come out. The city of Lomugne will be full tomorrow. Her wanted warrant. I can assure you that she is safe."

He told Xi'er about this incident, hoping that this could reduce the sense of crisis in Xi'er's heart. Lomugne is perilous. This afternoon, Zelin saw a circus leaving Lomugne against the crowd. Perhaps not only the warlock, but some local civilians who want to come here to make money also felt an unusual atmosphere. .

"...Well, I see." Xi'er looked up and down Zelin. "You are less and less like a demon hunter."

"Yeah, I think so too." Zelin shrugged. "After this event is over, I must travel to a remote place and never participate in these things again."

Perhaps participating in these things will bring benefits, but it will certainly bring disadvantages.

If it weren't for the king assassin was a demon hunter and he had promised Foltest to protect his children, otherwise Zelin would never leave the castle, let alone come to Lomugne.

Before leaving, Xi'er went to the top of the tower and communicated with other warlocks through telescope. Before Zelin left, Saqiya walked to him with a serious face.

"Philippa with you?"

Zelin was not surprised.

"Yes, she stayed in a safe place, not only me, but other people."

"That's good, I'm relieved." Saqiya nodded. "I just accepted the dagger. Actually, there is no need to lift the spell on me."

Zelin raised his eyebrows. "You know you are cursed?"

"Yeah, Charm. Um... I didn't notice it the first day, but found it the next day." Saqiya smiled. "This feeling is strange, but I don't hate it. I have never had such feelings for a particular person, although it is fake."

"Aren't you angry?"

"I know that Philippa has her purpose in cursing me." Sakia shook her head. "I was curious at first, but later, I found out that I should feel sad for her. She lost too much when she was a child, so she has a strong possessive desire for many things, including power and status. But because of her identity, if She is not a warlock, she has long been to a higher position, but in Ridania, where warlocks are discriminated against, she didn't get a lot of things she dreamed of until Vezmir II came to the throne. I want to help her , Because she didn’t realize what she wanted in her heart, but categorized it as power in general. I knew her better than she knew."

"Few people can say that I know you better than yourself."

"Maybe I am one of the few." Saqiya said confidently. "So, do you know my true identity?"

"Yes." Zelin nodded. "If Dean Tishaya knew that I could talk to you one step earlier than her, she might envy me."

"What she thinks can only be handed over to Destiny." Saqiya sighed. "Sometimes, I really want to be able to see the future like my father. But now, I can only surrender everything to destiny."

"Your father must be a very powerful dragon."

"Yes, but he is also a romantic knight. Once, he fought against humans to protect a green dragon. There was a knight among humans, so he announced that he would hold a one-on-one knightly duel with humans, and it was not allowed to use it. Magic, spells, and any supernatural powers. As a result, only the knight among the humans kept his promise, and other people came to help him besiege him. As a result, he insisted on his vow, not using magic spells, and only used his claws and teeth to deal with it. Enemy, he almost tripped over the fishing net. He has been reluctant to eliminate his beer belly."

"I thought that the quality of keeping promises was extinct. Your father is a noble knight. Will I be lucky enough to know him?"

"Perhaps. It's just that I don't know where he is. He gave me a name, taught me what I thought I should know, and then flew away. Dragons are like this."

"Are you Golden Dragon?"

"No, I am the Green Dragon." Saqiya said. "Why, no golden scales and sparkling eyes let you down?"

"It seems that every kind of dragon can be transformed into a human form?"

"No, only my father and his heirs can. My mother is a green dragon, so I am also a green dragon. When I have the opportunity, I will also introduce you to my father, and he should be willing to chat with you. May fate take care of you, demon hunter."

"So are you, Sakia."

When Zelin left the tower, the clouds on the horizon had already turned white under the rays of the rising sun.

In the Nilfgaard camp, Guksaat received the reward from the Imperial Quartermaster. After weighing his purse, he turned and walked out of the camp.

Ambassador Hillard was sent back to the camp by him, and everything went according to plan. The soldiers of the empire did not express suspicion, they were all grateful that Ambassador Hillard returned safely. The ambassador got a cold and was weak. When he left, he was still listening to the report of the soldiers left behind to check the loss data that night. However, Guxart wondered whether Hillard's physical condition could still allow him to think about what happened as wisely as he used to. Until the magic effect of modifying the memory fades, he will maintain this sickly appearance. Perhaps there is a warlock who can see the signs of Spellcasting on Hillard, but it is a pity that there is no warlock in this camp for a long time.

Before leaving, Guksaat took the opportunity to pay attention to the Nilfgaard camp. The woman wearing a nun's headscarf said that no assassin was found hiding in the camp. He was a little suspicious, but after a cursory inspection, he had to believe the nun's conclusion that the assassin was not in the Nilfgaard camp.

But he was not worried about whether he could find Bren.

Tisaya's mind reading technique has found a lot of unexpected information. As the imperial envoy, he has many secrets in his mind.

The early morning wind blew through the broken streets, rolling up a cloud of dust.

Guksat was walking down the long street, and suddenly stopped as if he had noticed something.

He turned his head, and in the abandoned alley beside him, a man wearing a tabby cat mask smiled at him, then turned and disappeared into the ruins of the house.

Guksat's eyes widened and his pupils shrank. After a few seconds, he immediately drew his sword and followed.

He will never admit his mistake.

Bren the Cat of Lelo!

Chapter 1908 Buren's Ambition

The wind in the early morning is very cold.

The rolled up dust made Guksart's mouth tighten.

Standing among the abandoned houses, there are broken walls and eaves.

"It's not like you to avoid like a mouse, Bren." Standing in a wide clearing, Guxart looked around. "Why didn't you come out and let the two of us use the demon hunter to solve the problem?"

"You old stubborn people think about solving the problem by the way of demon hunters." There was no sneak attack, no secret arrows, a figure wearing a special robe came out under a dumped stone pillar. The hem of the robe is cut to the knees so as not to affect the movement. Guksat has always disliked such flashy clothes, even after tailoring. "When the emperor’s soldiers come to you and tell you that demon hunters and stray dogs are not allowed in this city, how should your demon hunters solve the problem? When the governor of the province tells you that this province does not allow any When non-humans enter, where are your demon hunters?"

"Your complaint is over?"

"My complaint? Know why I can enter every city in Nilfgard? The Governor has to rely on me to control the wilderness and the countryside, otherwise his orders will not get out of the walls at all. And you, these noble demon hunters, are I can only stay in the dilapidated castle, wondering whether I have enough coins to buy food and firewood for the winter. Because everyone who wants to keep up with the times has been driven out as traitors."

Bren drew his sword and propped it on the ground. Guksaat also drew out his sword, with the tip of the sword facing down, facing the enemy in front of him.

"You are not a demon hunter." Guksat said. "You are a robber. You even threw away the school badge."

"I am a robber, but when everything is over, I will be the most merciful squire in the book, righteous and kind. And you, demon hunters, thugs, murderers, villains. Times have changed long ago, Guksat Now you still have a chance to return to the right path. Together with me, we can control the wilderness. Demon hunters are far beyond ordinary people in terms of swordsmanship and life span. Poverty and low status shouldn’t belong to us. Get money, Get the soldiers and the army, regardless of the method used, as long as you get enough power, people will respect you, praise you, and call your robbery a knight and righteousness. The school of demon hunters is the most meaningless, artificial generals. The forces that could have been united are divided into different factions."