From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

The soldier stared at the opponent with red eyes: "Shut up, you have won. Except for this card, all my cards belong to you, only this one is not allowed."

The merchant looked around and shook his head helplessly: "Okay, okay..."

The soldiers were less interested and had no interest in spending time on Gwent cards. When the wine was deep, someone was slapping the table angrily and shouting.

"Lord Lannister must have been attacked by the Nilfgaardians, and Toussaint is definitely an accomplice!"

The drinking buddy who was drunk and started talking nonsense by his companion shook his head and shouted to the bard at the side of the tavern: "Poet, sing a song for our Earl Lannister."

Everyone raised their glasses cooperatively at this moment: "To Lannister!"

Milo Glass nodded and began to pluck the strings: "Good Lannister, heroic Lannister, generous Lannister, merciful Lannister..."

At the bar, two people dressed as soldiers were drinking, and there was an empty circle around them. Passers-by clinked wine glasses, but no one came to join them.

They are Ace and House.

Only Milo Glass, who had finished singing, came over to toast the two attendants at this moment, and they barely met each other.

"To Count Lion, my lords."

Ace picked up his glass and responded, "We're not grown-ups."

House picked up his glass and responded: "Thank you for the song, poet. But why are you back?"

The merchant poet plucked the strings and said with a smile, "Everyone likes Earl Lion's song, and this is the place that inspires me the most. And I also hope to be lucky enough to meet Lord Earl again, after all, I still owe him a drink."

Ace smiled bitterly. If Lan En was still there, he would hate these people who were overwhelmed. These greedy fellows stare at the sparsely populated Lannisters, always trying to get a job, or lick the crown that leaks from the fingers of a generous earl.

But now that the earl has passed away, he only sighs for the merchant poet:

"My lord's invitation to drink has never been for people to pay back. He is different from those stingy lords you have seen. And you will have no new subjects to create in the future-leave Sintra, poet, and don't learn from those who don't want to die A merchant who wants to make war money. If you want to return the wine of the Earl, spread his poems, and a knight like him should not be forgotten."

Milo Glass smiled nonchalantly: "Of course the wine must be returned, it's a rule for me...and I don't think I have any new themes to create."

After a simple conversation, the stubborn merchant poet greeted the two attendants and left, and the remaining two fell silent again.

The tavern owner poured wine for the two attendants, and they picked it up in the next second and drank it all in one gulp. After a long time, Ace finally asked:

"Is Sward still not coming?"

House nodded: "He is inseparable from Her Royal Highness now. He stood on guard two days ago until he was dizzy. Fortunately, he was discovered by Hardy in time. He always felt that it was his fault, because he was the only one of the three of us who followed the Earl. of."

Ace sighed, "Do you blame him?"

House glanced at Ace: "What about you?"

The tavern owner poured wine for the two, and the two clinked glasses and drank.

Ace suggested: "Let's get together often in the future. The longer I get in touch with those officers now... the more I miss the Earl."

House shook his head: "Who isn't, those knights in the court really... there will be no more knights like the Earl.

But get together more or forget it. Didn't your father help you become the small captain of the city guard? Don't be so idle when you first take office. I'm also studying housekeeping with Erns-san, and I'm sure I'll become a palace servant in the future. "

Ace bowed his head, his former comrades-in-arms fell apart because of the death of the swearer, he forced himself to ask again: "Do you have any news about Mr. Geralt?"

"Queen Calanthea nearly freed him from the dungeon, and it was the advisors of Mothsak who kept him alive in the end. Queen Calanther demanded that he never set foot in Cintra, or he would have his head chopped off. "

Ace sighed: "Then we may never see Mr. Geralt, he is also an amazing warrior."

House suddenly remembered something, and said: "But Mr. Mossack seems to have asked him to do something, maybe it's something about magic, and it's not something I should understand specifically."

"Speaking of magic...doesn't the count have a friend who is a warlock? What's his name?"

"I heard it's an advisor from Temeria, but I forgot what it's called."

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"Triss!"

Triss was walking among the crowd when she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

Looking back, it was a sorceress wearing a black and white mixed-color dress, and the hem of the skirt was rustling. She has violet-like eyes, and her long black wavy hair reflects the light like peacock feathers, and she exudes the familiar scent of clove and gooseberry that Triss is familiar with.

"Yennefer? I have been looking for you for many years..."

A sorceress named Yennefer twisted her snow-white neck tied with a black velvet ribbon, and looked at everything in front of her in confusion. A large number of sorceresses poured into a conference hall, and Triss was originally one of them.

"A warlock said that Tishaya needed my help, and that person called himself Vigoforts of Logiven." Yennefer frowned, "What are you doing? What needs so many warlocks to gather?"

After hearing Yennefer's answer, Triss was overjoyed: "If you come back, Dean Tishaya can indeed breathe a sigh of relief."

Then she explained: "We are holding a secret meeting of the Warlocks of the Northern Kingdom. Nilfgaard is in full swing. They have already occupied Manador, and Cintra is next!"

Everyone filed into the conference hall. In the hall, a middle-aged warlock who looked about fifty years old was talking loudly. He looked energetic and his brown beard was well-groomed.

But warlocks, like witchers, cannot judge age by appearance. This is actually a hundreds of years old warlock named Artorius Vigo. He is a master of illusion and spells. His powerful strength and profound qualifications have won him many fans in the Brotherhood of Warlocks. His prestige even surpasses most members of the two institutions, the Wizards' Association and the Supreme Council of Warlocks.

Artores was presenting his point of view to the warlocks present at the moment: "It is crazy to fight Nilfgaard, and it is even more stupid to fight Nilfgaard for Sintra! Sintra has rejected our warlocks for decades, rejected And now, with the help of magic, they can get what they want."

The warlocks in the room were divided into two groups around the long table, and Artores was headed by him and another white-haired male warlock in long robes. They were obviously against the faction that resisted Nilfgaard.

Opposite them, the warlocks who advocated taking the initiative to fight against Nilfgaard are represented by two young warlocks, a man and a woman.

The sorceress is named Tissaia de Vries, a senior sorceress, one of the five members of the Wizarding Society, and the principal of Arethusa Academy, one of the only two schools of magic in the world. Her dress was rigorous, her black hair was tied into a classic bun, and her low-cut long dress with plain colors outlined her plump figure, revealing her large breasts without losing her dignity, and her elegant aura attracted attention.

The male sorcerer next to her was unusually handsome, with a strong figure, dressed more like a noble swordsman than a sorcerer. He was the one who called Yennefer back—Vigoforts of Logyven.

Hearing Artores' point of view, Vigfortez retorted: "We are not only talking about Cintra now, Nilfgaard will only be satisfied if it occupies the entire continent."

"how do you know?"

Vigfortez replied: "Because I would do the same thing if it were me. I am the only one who has led troops on the battlefield. I can know what the emperor of Nilfgaard thinks."

After hearing what he said, the warlock with white beard on the opposite side sneered and said: "We all know that, you change into your ridiculous costume every chance you get, play with knives, guns and sticks, and have been like a lowly soldier for so many years. Like a warlock!"

The white-bearded warlock is called Stregobor. He has pale skin, a hunchback, a long staff, and a black robe that sweeps the floor. He looks like a warlock who just walked out of a textbook.

His words aroused the ridicule of the proud warlocks. Vigfortz is a powerful warlock who has emerged in recent decades. He became a member of the Wizarding Society when he was less than a hundred years old. He is one of the ten strongest warlocks in the world. . But his "maverick youth behavior" is always criticized by veteran warlocks.

Wigfortz gritted his teeth helplessly after hearing the other party's words, and was about to refute, when Tishaya beside him suddenly spoke expressionlessly.

The voice was cold and majestic. Many of the young warlocks present were students of Tishaya, and they couldn't help but think of their school career at this moment.

"No matter what Vigfortez is, it's better than killing babies born at the moment of the solar eclipse. And being chased by one of the sons of the solar eclipse who didn't kill him and hiding in hiding for so many years, the name of the warlock is deceived because of you Quite a shame - Stregobor."

The sorcerer who was being ridiculed suddenly blushed, but he could no longer use a disrespectful tone when facing Tishaya. The strength and prestige of the sorceress in front of him was not inferior to her beauty, and she was undisputed among the sorcerers of the world. top notch.

Tishaya was also not interested in watching the other party's ugliness, but looked around and appealed: "If we take action now, we can still stop Nilfgaard. The south is the south, and our northern kingdoms should unite!"

Wigfortz waved his hand, and a huge map appeared on the table in front of him. Chaos magic gathered at his fingertips and marked each position on the map. He said:

"If we persuade our king to send troops now, there is still time. The army can reach Soden within a week, and then save Ecintra."

Stregobor confronted him again: "Why? So what if Cintra dies, who cares?"

"I care!" A warlock behind Tissaya suddenly called out, "If Cintra perishes, my country will be next!"

Suddenly, the door of the parlor opened at this moment, and a sorceress broke in with a group of sorcerers. This sorceress has rare and neat short hair, wears a gorgeous court dress with hollows, and has snow-white skin, beautiful and elegant.

In stark contrast to her were the warlocks who came in behind her. They were all wearing plain robes, and their attire was simple, even a bit like the military standard.

The name of the leading sorceress was Fringila Vigo, born in Beauclair, Toussaint, and serving in Nilfgaard. After she brought the warlocks in, she broke the confrontation between the two sides, and for a while, a three-party confrontation faintly formed.

This is indeed a secret meeting of warlocks in the Northern Kingdom, but the Warlock Academy itself has no clear political stance. Warlocks from various countries have graduated from here, and warlocks from various countries can also be allowed to return here.

As for Fringila's intrusion into this meeting at such an ingenious timing, it was obvious that someone was tipping her off.