Is it to take a risk to get greater benefits, or not to take a risk to guarantee the power they have at hand?

Everyone was silent.

Finally, the man sitting opposite her coughed slightly, breaking the silence.

"You can get 60%, and we get 40% of the profit."

"No, 70%." Francesca's voice suddenly became aggressive. "It can't be lower than this."

She is not worried that the association will mobilize their loyal army to attack Baihua Valley. Thanks to the support of another world, Hundred Flower Valley's power was enough to defeat that legion and cause considerable losses to them. The emperor would be very happy to see that the power in the hands of political opponents was weakened, and the few people in front of him knew that if they both fight, the only one who will benefit is Enhill.

"How can you score 70%? These are the four northern kingdoms..."

"Five, you forgot about Cowell."

"But you'd better accept this condition. We can cooperate with each other instead of letting one party lose everything in business competition."

Francesca looked at the man sitting on her left. He kept a goatee and made no secret of the threat in her voice.

"Perhaps your news is not only about Fujian. It's also about me." The elf raised his chin confidently. "Perhaps your ancestors killed all the elves in the South a long time ago, so that your generation has no knowledge of the ancient races."

She heard a faint laughter around her.

So she snapped her fingers.

A small portal appeared at the council round table.

The gold coins flowed out like a stream.

The disdainful laughter became more pronounced. As we all know, they are the most successful merchants in the empire, and their wealth is strong enough to bargain with Emperor Enhir. The uncontrollable elf in front of him wanted to threaten with gold.

The gold coins continued to flow, more and more, more and more turbulent, the creek became a river.

The complexions of the last few people changed.

Francesca smiled still.

There are more and more gold coins, and they quickly gather on the ground into a pile, but the number of gold coins in the transmission channel is not only not decreasing, but more and more. There are a variety of gold coins mixed in, obviously not belonging to the same style. They all looked like they had never seen before. One of the men picked up a gold coin, which was branded with a huge crown, and some gold coins were printed with a sword, or some kind of portrait they didn't recognize. The weight in his hand tells him that this is not fake, and it is not a trick. He handed a gold coin to another person, and the person wiped it with a magic-blocking gold talisman, but the gold coin didn't respond.

When the gold coins gradually flooded the ankles of the nearby people, the three closest men had to stand up and leave their seats to prevent being flooded by the more turbulent gold. Francesca folded her hands on her chest and looked at them with a kind smile. Her eyes clearly conveyed what she wanted to say-who has the capital to eat the entire north and squeeze out the opponent.

Soon when the gold coins were about to flood half of the room, the man who had been sitting on the main seat coughed heavily.

"Enough! Put away your gold."

Only he and Francesca were still sitting, because he was sitting at the furthest distance, and everyone else stood up. Their seats were concealed by gold coins, and Francesca used magic to block the gold flowing from behind and split it into two.

"Allow us to extend our sincerest greetings to you, Ms. Fenbeda." The man raised his head, revealing the cheek of the Supreme Bishop of the Sun Church. His turbid eyes stared at the teleportation channel behind the elf, as if to see through how many treasures were hidden inside. "You are 70%, we accept it."

Francesca laughed, this time it really did.

"Let us work together happily."

Chapter 1944: Cat Academy's Alert

The cloud of war once again shrouded the northern land.

In Lomune, Zelin ushered in a new sunny day. In August, it was the hottest period of the climate. Waterfalls in the valley roared into the Qingtan in the valley, and the cicadas echoed in the mist. Several green birds chirped and flew into the dense branches and disappeared in the green gauze tent.

"Have your memory recovered?"

Zelin led the horse and walked on the bluestone road. The workers of the Order are busy clearing the weeds. Geralt walked aside, leading another gray horse.

"It's almost there." Geralt exhaled slowly. He ran on the road for a few months, and a little stubble grew on his chin, which looked a little vicissitudes of life. "Thank you for taking care of Ye Naifah during my absence."

"It's Tisya, you should thank her."

"All of you are, but the wild hunt is still there and Xili is still missing. I have to go to Ye Naifah. If Xili wants to leave us any message, she must be the first to find out."

"Ye Naifah is in Eritusa Academy, but it is a pity that the portal from Lomune to Sinide has not been built yet, otherwise you will be able to pass directly."

"We have been apart for two years. It's time to go back. From here, we will take a boat to Sinide Island and go down the river. It only takes four days to reach Novigrad. I will then transfer to the Hidaris Peninsula. The passenger ship of China will arrive in a week." Geralt tugged at the collar of the cloak and adjusted it to a comfortable position. "Are you dropping in with me?"

"I suggest you wait until this afternoon before leaving." Zelin raised his head and glanced at the beautiful sun. "I figured out a way to get a ship. The captain only unloaded the cargo at the dock yesterday. He said that he would give the sailors a night and a morning break. The man would be recalled at noon and he could set off this afternoon. He can directly arrive at Sunnid Island. In this way, you don’t need to change ships in Novigrad. It will save you a lot of time."

"Well, then I will wait for a long time."

Although Geralt retrieved his memory, his memory of being taken away by wild hunting was riddled with holes. He only vaguely remembered that Xili rescued him from a place where the soil was extremely hard and the air was pungent, and then waited. After he woke up, he appeared in the forest outside Kyle Morkhan. Hilly disappeared and never came back. Wild hunting has also disappeared in the past two years, but will they come back? Geralt didn't know, and Zelin had no idea.

"Two demon hunters." Suddenly, a female warrior wearing a few pieces of simple leather armor came over. Under her dim brown hair, a pair of bright eyes swept over the two people present, and the shadow of bangs covered her face. Tattoos, wheat-colored skin exudes a healthy glow in the sun. "My master invited the two lords to his banquet."

Zelin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and looked at Geralt, who showed a clear expression.

"Weiya, your lingua franca is getting better and better."

"The master often comes here. Although he often returns without success." The female soldier called Via blinked and licked her attractive red lips with her tongue. Then he glared at Zelin, which made Zelin feel inexplicable. "The master is in the largest tavern in the city, waiting for your visit."

"Tell Bullock that we have time and we will be there soon."

"Brock?" Zelin was even more surprised. "Wait, you mean the three Jackdaws Bullock? Are you his guard? Sorry, I remember..."

"The master has more than one guard. We..." Via paused, as if thinking about adjectives. "We are happy to serve the master, he is very...beautiful." With that, Via pursed her mouth, blinked at Geralt, then turned around, returned in the direction where she had just walked, and was wearing leather. The shorts perfectly set off her chic figure.

"It looks like someone entertained us, oh, how could I not expect it, Bullock, I forgot him when I lost my memory, and Dandrien didn't remind me." Geralt patted his forehead. "I don't want to experience amnesia again. When I met Shani and Zoltan on the outskirts of Vizima, I must have looked silly."

Zelin thought about the scene when they were in the village on the outskirts of Vizima and rescued Yawen from the ghost dog, when they happened to meet Xia Ni.

"It's like an old acquaintance just wanted to come up and give you a hug, you suddenly asked, who are you?"

"Don't mention it." Geralt waved his hand.

"You haven't told me what's going on? You know Bullock before?"

"Yeah, do you know that there was a dragon hunt in the Humphus Alliance? I was attracted to it, of course, not to hunt the dragon, because Ye Naifah was also there. I ran into Bullock on the road. In the tavern, he feasted me, chatted with me for a long time, and then..."

Geralt waved his hand again. "Don't mention it. Let's go to Bullock."

The neighborhood of the tavern is being renovated. The cult’s engineers are preparing to refurbish the civilian square, then rebuild the buildings around the square and rent out the shops. Once the number of guests in Lomugne can be comparable to that of Sinide, the land rent can be Bring a considerable benefit to the Warlock Order.

A new sign was hung outside the tavern, and it shook slightly with the passing morning breeze-Magic Hotel.

Before he walked in, Zelin saw Bullock standing at the entrance of the tavern, talking about something with the thin tavern owner, who was assigned by the Warlock Order, and the Order hoped to collect information on travelers through this.

"I really can't think of why anyone thinks magic is very delicious. It might make you feel comfortable, but eating a piece of stuff with a lot of magic? It will make you have a stomachache and lie down in bed for several days. I must say, this is really A vulgar name..." Suddenly, Bullock heard the footsteps on the other side. He turned his head and opened his arms immediately after seeing the person who came. "Ah, you guys are here at last, and I don’t think I missed anyone this time. Come in, boss, first bring up the roasted whole lamb that I ordered. When waiting for the follow-up dishes, the table can’t be empty. Otherwise it would be too rude to the guests."

"Brock, you're still the same."

"I'm glad you finally regained your memory. We should have a drink to celebrate." Bullock shouted into the tavern. "Tia, open the barrel, the guests are here."