In the end, Eofis promised Zelin that if he encounters a kingslayer, he will notify Zelin before he does it, and act according to the plan prepared by the demon hunter.

Seeing Iofis leaving through the portal, Zelin sighed heavily. Convincing some elves is not easy. They are always paranoid and mentally sensitive. But in an environment that discriminates against non-human races all the time, it is difficult to avoid being discriminated against due to the unintentional actions of others.

"What should I do next?" Tisaya stepped up and looked at the place where Eofes disappeared. "There are only three days left before the summit."

"What did Kaduin say?"

"He couldn't believe what you said."

"What did he decide to do?"

"He decided to prepare something more just in case."

Zelin sighed. "Kaduin is still fantasizing that Radovide will keep his promise?"

Tisaya walked behind Zelin and subconsciously stretched out her hand to tidy the collar of the Demon Hunter. "This matter is not that simple. Ladovide will find ways to prove that the warlock broke his promise in the first place. Even if there is no reason, he will find a way to find a reason."

"Then we will think of a way." Zelin said suddenly. "Let him find no reason for three days. Since Bren is hiding in the dark, maybe we can find a way to force him out."

"Force out?"

"Yes, I have been thinking about how to prevent Bren from doing it, but it may not be necessary at all." Zelin said, holding his forehead. "Instead of wasting time looking for him, why not let him think that the situation has changed and take the initiative?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Wait."

"Waiting?"

"Wait for the news from Eofis, once he is ready, we can do it." Zelin's gaze crossed Tisaya's shoulders and looked at the figure in the robe of the wizard behind him. At such a close distance, he recognized that this was not a mage, but a golem carved like a mage. "What's that?"

"Golem." Tisaya turned her head. "The guardians of the first Order of the Warlocks who stayed in Lomune. We set up magic traps and guards of mage golems in important places, and gargoyles in secondary places. These golems, we call them operators, they You can control the secondary golems and summon demon spirits to ensure that some secrets will never fall into the wrong hands."

"Can you operate it to leave this secret room?"

"Maybe... I need some time to prepare." Tisaya frowned, as if remembering something. "In order to save the magic in the secret room, there is a very ingenious mechanism here. The spell that opens the secret room is a summoning spell in necromancy. If there are no visitors in the secret room, the inside is empty. But if the visitor uses the spell to open the door of the secret room, At the same time, the operator will be summoned. In other words, as long as we leave the secret room, the operator becomes a lifeless stone sculpture. I need to change the golem program to let it leave here."

"Then I will trouble you." Ze Lin took a deep breath. "He will come in handy."

Camp Redania——

Ladovide looked at the scroll in his hand, then looked at the person sitting in front of him, chuckled, and threw the scroll to the ground. "As a demon hunter, you have very bold ideas. Bold, brave, and reckless, I guess you still don't understand the identity of the person in front of you. I just need to clap my hands, and there will be countless brave knights vying for the first. Present your head to me just to get my favor. The kings of the north will thank me for that, because I let this assassination stop, and the children who lost their father will be grateful to me because I caught and killed their father. The culprit, the loyal ministers in the kingdom would also thank me for my assistance, and repay my kindness after saddling a horse for me. Similarly, Nilfgaard would be very happy, because you are dead, their secrets will not be revealed. Tell me. I, what reason do I have not to take away so many low-hanging fruit?"

"You will get a chaotic world." Bren stared straight into Ladovide's eyes. He saw ambitions that did not fit the other's age. "Except for your kingdom, other kingdoms have been in chaos due to the assassination of the king, and the empire will be defeated in a sudden war. Once defeated, I am sure that there will be another person on the throne of the Golden Tower City. The new emperor needs to ascend the throne. It takes a long time to regain control of the local provinces. He does not have the energy to care about what is happening in the north. And you have enough time to take down those lands that make you salivate. The land north of the Ponta River will be inserted into Switzerland. The flag of Dania."

Radovide snorted.

"A demon hunter wants to get a chaotic world, why?"

"If the emperor can rely on officials to directly control the taxation of each village, what qualifications do people in the wilderness have to bargain with him?" Bren grinned. "Only when the emperor is weak, he will choose to reach an agreement with the leader who actually controls the place, by giving up some power to ensure local allegiance, taxes, and public order. If the empire defeats the north in the next war, Enhill can use it. The prestige brought by the war sweeps away political enemies, and when the time comes, he will be free to sweep the wilderness. So the empire must be defeated. A weak emperor is just a puppet of the parliament, but a powerful emperor can revoke the parliament."

Radovide waved his hand, and the guard beside him bowed to salute and exited the tent.

"How can a demon hunter enter the Imperial Council?"

"I control the roads of the two provinces, and the governors' orders are limited to the walls. I can make the taxes of these two provinces disappear in the mountains, and the messengers who leave the walls can die in the monster lair." There was a hint of fierceness in Bren's voice. "As long as I want, I can take the head of any official. The owner of Martina is me, not the emperor, nor the governor."

"The Empire didn't send a legion to encircle you?"

"So the more chaotic and weak the empire, the stronger I will be."

"I understand." Ladovide nodded, he touched his chin and squinted his eyes slightly. "But how can you be sure that when I unify this land, I won't annihilate you?"

"You control the north," Buren said. "Even if the empire is defeated, your army will not be able to cross the Yarlunga River and march into the empire's territory. You don't have such a big appetite, you can't swallow it."

Radovide laughed. "I understand, so after the defeat of the empire, in order to get local taxes, you must give you more benefits. Because their soldiers have long been lost on the battlefield. And you can take the opportunity to get rid of the ruler behind the scenes. He officially stepped onto the front desk and became the ruler of a province. So you are here to help me defeat the empire? What can you do for me? Soldiers? Funds? Intelligence?"

"Time." Brun stretched out three fingers. "Do you think that if the empire quickly takes Tamoria and Aden, how much time will you have to integrate the army, annex Kodwin, and deploy the Ponta River defense line?"

This time, the slightly contemptuous smile on Ladovide's face disappeared.

"How much time can you buy?"

"In the spring of 1273, until the snow melts."

Radovide was silent for a while.

"How much do you want?"

"Not much." Brunton paused and snorted. "Not a lot."

An hour later, Bren walked out of Ladovide’s camp. Standing in front of the camp, he looked around, moved his shoulders, and walked into the shadows under the ruins outside the camp.

The first thousand nine hundred and thirteen chapters ambush on all sides

That evening, after the sun set in the mountains, there were only two days left before the summit.

Bren watched the last afterglow disappear in the Blue Mountains, and exhaled softly.

He likes wars, likes those who start wars. Had it not been for the empire’s miserable defeat in the two wars, he would still be just an ordinary demon hunter, a demon hunter who has been scorned and spurned for survival, yet has to keep holding back his anger, catering to those stupid bastards, **** businessmen and A **** noble hunter. He doesn't even have the qualifications to become a bad guy. Only merchants, mine owners, and council members are qualified to treat civilians as slaves. Bren's killing is illegal, and their killing is called Liwei and uphold the law. He has come to this point. He has come to a place where most people can bow down to him and show respect. He will never go back, and will never be able to look back again.

Now, this city is full of people who want to war.

They want war.

He gives them what they want.

In the end, these short-lived ghosts will understand who should be the real ruler.

"Bu, Lord Buren!" A man carrying a sword trot to find him. He limped and had a sword wound on his thigh. "Then, over there... something went wrong!"

"What's the matter?"

"Ancient, ancient..."

"Guksat."

"Yes, yes, it is Guksat. That **** mutant, he did it directly, he, he killed his guard, killed everyone else, Newen, Ange, we can't beat him... "

"Oh?" Brun raised his eyebrows. "How dare he do this? It's not the same as Guxart in my mind. Has Cavill resolved the hostages?"

"I don't know... I really don't know, my lord!" Seeing Brun put his hand on the hilt of the sword, the informant raised his hand in fright and bent down, lest he would kill himself with a sword in the next moment. "Guksaat started, and I immediately ran over to report to you."

"Well, you did a good job."

Bren nodded. The next moment, the sword in his hand pierced the messenger's throat like lightning.

"He who doesn't care about his tongue deserves to die." Bren's eyes were cold, he drew out his sword, and the body of the messenger's eyes fell straight down. Bend down and wiped the blood from the sword on the clothes of the corpse. Bren repacked his sword into its sheath. Then he kicked the corpse fiercely as if to vent his anger, then turned and walked towards the abandoned square where Guksat was.