Chapter 347 What’s in Novigrad?
"Are you having a good time? Vilgefortz?"
Vilgefortz's eyes suddenly widened.
He was almost too damaged by the potion to think, but Lann's words still aroused his instinct.
"Are you... humiliating me?"
Lann stared at Wigfortz, trying to find some of the remaining top warlocks in the north from this body.
He is the first human warlock in the mainland to study ancient blood, and his research on genealogy even surpasses that of elves;
he has used Emhyr to plan his own goals more than thirty years ago, and his strategy and forbearance abilities are far beyond ordinary conspiracies. He is a natural source of
magic, and is now one of the top five warlocks in the mainland. He also used the Civil War to usurp his reputation as the top warlock, and he is unparalleled in the limelight.
Before he took the initiative to expose his thoughts, everyone thought that he was a just, calm, and heroic man who would be the leader of the northern warlocks in the next era.
Lan stared at him.
"I didn't humiliate you, Vilgefortz."
"If you think about it carefully, we have never really met, right? You did cause a lot of losses to Brochlon Town, but those losses were later destroyed. The Dijing you brought here has been repaired."
Lann's face was cold, but his voice was very steady: "There is no irresolvable grudge between us, is there?" The
magic potion entered his brain, and Vilgefortz fainted. Shen Shen.
"We, are not... enemies?"
"We... are not right!" Vilgefortz raised his head suddenly, "I have already told you about Pavetta and Emhyr!"
Vilgefortz's body suddenly twitched. , foaming at the mouth, and his limbs were so painful that they were twisted, as if a hundred ants were biting inside his body.
He howled horribly.
Lann raised his eyebrows helplessly, and inserted a tube of injection into Wigfortz's neck with his backhand. The magic potion gurgled into his veins, and the warlock quickly became quiet.
"What's in here?" Lann raised the syringe in his hand and asked to the side.
"Some extracts of ghost needle grass, red corpse mushroom, and mandrake grass." Mossak looked at Wigfortz coldly, "Just understand it as a strong hallucinogen with a slight toxin."
Lann nodded and affirmed: "Good stuff."
Lann pointed to another injection in Mossack's hand: "What about this one?"
"You can understand it as a stimulant."
Another potion was pressed in The captive's veins and quiet body began to twitch.
Lann and Mossack walked out of the prison cell, closed the door, and observed Wigefortz's condition through a palm-sized surveillance window.
Wait until the warlock prisoner stops twitching.
After observing for a while, Druid nodded towards Lan, indicating that it was almost done.
"Crack-"
The sound of the iron door opening and the sound of footsteps woke Wigofortz from his coma, and the light that followed into the compartment made him curl up and tremble slightly.
"Have you had a good time? Vilgefortz?"
...
"We... have no grudges that cannot be resolved." Vilgefortz repeated.
"That's right." Lann said warmly, "You know that I am different from Queen Calanthe. Cintra, where I am in power, is particularly friendly to warlocks. I even asked my attendant to learn magic with you - his name is Ai Si, do you remember?"
"Cintra welcomes anyone who can help." Lann tapped the side of Vilgefortz's face and watched the inch of skin dent under the pressure of his fingertips, "And I think you are that kind of person."
"I can help Cintra... No!"
"Lannister, you!!"
The warlock began to twitch.
Another needle was inserted.
Mossack lowered his head and said: "This time I increased the proportion of mandrake, the effect should be better." ... "
I
think we can still build a friendship." Lan took a deep breath and gritted his back teeth. , "For a greater future."
"A greater future..."
"I can even share the power of ancient blood with you."
"Ancient... ancient blood!" Vilgefortz's eyes suddenly burst out. shine.
This was the first time he had such a violent reaction.
"That's right." Lann used a skill point to open a new [Follower] column and was about to say something.
When he turned around, he found that Wigefortz's body began to twitch again.
Lann let out a long sigh.
Seeing the old druid skillfully pressing into Wigfortz's blood vessel again, he said helplessly: "Are you enjoying this process a little, or even a little deliberately?"
Mossak roughly pulled out the needle and let the warlock's neck Blood dripping: "I don't deny it."
Druid pondered for a while and asked: "Does he really still have to be alive?"
Lann nodded: "He still has a very important role to play before he can exit. Philippa cannot be a one-man show in the coup on Thanede Island. She needs a strong opponent to reasonably tear the Brotherhood into pieces - and that person cannot be me, at least not in the eyes of the northern warlocks."
The druid stared at Vilgefortz: "I understand."
...
"The kings in the north disgust me." Lann said softly, "Why are they so superior?" "
The blood of the ancients can rule. I can share the power of the world with you. If you and I unite, there will be no opponent for us in the world..." "
Ancient...blood of the ancients..."
Vilgefortz raised his head: "How do you want...to share? "
His voice was muddy and his eyes were muddy: "You want...how can I help you?"
Lann looked directly into the warlock's eyes: "It's very simple. There will be a grand party on Xannide Island soon. I want you. Tell Nilfgaard the news, and then do what you want."
"What I want... to do?"
"Yes. What a northerner with deep friendships with southerners would do." Lane repeated.
Vilgefortz lowered his head, then raised his head: "Ancient...blood...okay!"
Lan put his left hand on Vilgefortz's forehead, "Look, this gives us a basis for conversation."
"This power is regarded as a deposit. After the stage is built and everything we expect is performed..." Lann said softly, "You will get more." The experience value began to decrease, and it was reached after a while
. Hundreds digit.
As if he felt power pouring into his body, Vilgefortz narrowed his eyes greedily.
Lan frowned fiercely and withdrew his hand under Wigefortz's stunned eyes.
The experience points spent are a bit too much.
"You don't treat me as a friend, Vilgefortz."
"No, no, no..."
Vilgefortz felt the power he had dreamed of, and his brain and body were preparing for that moment just now. cheer. He couldn't bear the power that was right in front of him to leave him again.
So he struggled to stretch his neck and reposition his head on Lan's palm. "Blood of the Ancients...again." Vilgefortz said with his mind that was destroyed by the magic potion. "Again, not anymore." Lann sneered, his fingers
slightly closed, and his fingertips were slightly embedded. Entered Wigefortz's scalp.
The warlock began to tremble in pain.
The experience value jumped downward again, and this time it stopped before it even reached the ten digits.
Lann nodded with satisfaction.
——The
fiery red portal opened in mid-air, and the storm that rolled up messed up the manuscripts in the laboratory all over the floor.
The high-spirited Vilgefortz stepped out from the middle.
His clothes were in tatters, his appearance was in tatters, and he smelled bad. However, his appearance was unexpectedly without any scars, and his spirit was extremely high.
"Lydia." The warlock yelled, "Lydia!"
There was lightning and thunder outside the secret laboratory, and wild waves were crashing on the rocks.
The female assistant did not respond, indicating that she was not in this secret laboratory.
This is unusual.
Vilgefortz frowned and strode to a magic contact device.
Magic power was injected into the empty crystal, lightning danced between the metal poles, and soon a transparent light curtain appeared in front of him.
What is revealed in that scene is Vilgefortz's laboratory in Aretuxa, his base in the face of the Warlock Brotherhood.
The sound of the magic contact device being activated disturbed the people on the other side, and soon Lydia hurriedly appeared from the light curtain. Vilgefortz guessed correctly, his assistant was indeed in Aretuosa.
The female assistant lost her vocal cords due to the magic experiment, but there was still surprise in her eyes when she saw Wigfortz.
"You should wait here for me to come back." Vilgefortz directly scolded.
Lydia lowered her head.
"Why did you run back to Arethusa? You know this will cause risks to our operations." Vilgefortz's words contained dissatisfaction, "You should always be here waiting for my news."
He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, Something came to mind.
"Is it for that Lannister squire, that apprentice named 'Ace'?"
Lydia couldn't speak out, and she didn't want to use magic to speak out.
He just lowered his head.
For the sake of an apprentice, you actually created such a big risk for our actions!
Wigefortz originally wanted to reprimand his female assistant like this. She should not have made such a stupid mistake. Throughout their decades together, Lydia had always acted with caution.
But inexplicably, Vilgefortz suddenly remembered that the apprentice was Lannister's squire.
Lannister...
"Never again." The anger in his heart suddenly lost its fuel and could no longer burn. In the end, he just said this lightly.
Lydia suddenly looked up, as if she heard something incredible, her eyes were full of shock.
Vilgefortz ignored it and just strode to the side of the teleportation circle. Along with the chanting of magic spells, the gems full of primitive chaotic energy light up like the sun, and also light up the surrounding runes.
The portal opened and Lydia stepped out.
"I'm sorry, I was a little impatient just now." Vilgefortz softened his tone again, "Please help me prepare for a physical examination. I was captured in Sintra and used a large amount of hallucinogenic potions. I I need to confirm whether they have caused any damage to my body."
The illusion used to disguise the wounds on Lydia's face trembled, and a worried voice immediately filled the air.
"Is it serious?"
Vilgefortz nodded, then shook his head.
Vaguely, Wilgefortz felt that he must have been seriously injured, especially the scars on his face that were scratched by high-level vampires that were enough to disfigure his face.
[But now I don’t have any scars on my body. 】
【Did Lannister treat my injury with the so-called "sharing the power of ancient blood", or was I not injured at all? ]
[Are there really high-level vampires in Cintra? Would a creature of that caliber turn to the Lannister? 】
Wilgefortz faintly felt that his head was starting to feel dizzy again, and the dreamlike feeling caused by the magic medicine entering his brain hit his heart again.
He remembered that he seemed to have revealed a lot of his past conspiracies due to a mental breakdown when he was captured, but why did Lannister let him go?
Could it be that those were just hallucinations caused by the hallucinogenic potion, but actually nothing was found out during the interrogation?
Inexplicably, Vilgefortz felt that Lan was very trustworthy, and perhaps he had really survived the interrogation of those potions.
"In addition to the physical examination, use magic to sort out my memory." Wigfortz suggested, "My mind is very confused right now." "Okay." The air
shook slightly, and Lydia replied immediately.
Vilgefortz breathed a sigh of relief and fell down on the laboratory chair. There was lightning and thunder outside the window.
He listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the wall outside, and suddenly felt that he had not done something very urgent.
"Has Nilfgaard contacted me during this time?"
"Yes, but you are not here."
Wigfortz pondered for a moment: "Tell them that now there is a wonderful opportunity to kill all the northern warlocks. I need They cooperate."
——Wilgefortz
's panel didn't give Lan any surprises.
His talent is [Demon Source], but this talent has been shared with him by the ice giant Jotun before.
The skill also happened to match the [Transformation Device Sealing Technique] that I had learned by myself before, and in the end it just returned one skill point to myself intact.
Unknowingly, the top spell caster in the mainland was unable to give him any help after contracting a follower.
Lan shook his head and returned his thoughts to his eyes.
The thread-bound book with a black cover was spread out in front of him, and Lan wrote and added "Nilfgaard" after "Coup on Thaned Island".
The sixth party enters the scene so that Philippa can continue to sing.
Lan nodded with satisfaction.
Yesterday, Triss had officially invited herself to attend the Thaned Island meeting through the Warlock Brotherhood, and the official time of the meeting had been set.
There is still some time before the start, so I can just deal with the things at hand recently, and then I can go to Temeria on the way.
"House!" Lann shouted towards the door, "Have you received any reply from Temeria lately?"
"Not yet, my lord!"
Okay.
Lan En knitted his brows, wondering if it was affected by Xili's previous announcement of her engagement.
Let’s see if there are any surprises in Novigrad first.
"Then help me find Kiyaan!"
The red-eyed cat-sect demon hunter came quickly, and he looked at Lann who was sitting in his seat with excitement.
He was sincerely happy for Lan's current achievements.
The only fly in the ointment is: "Why don't you let me participate in your war to restore the country? Our cat sect is better at killing people than hunting monsters!"
Lann chuckled and reassured: "You are my ace hidden in Redania. Now I need your help."
"How did you do what I asked you to do before I left?"
Keyan thought for a while: "Don't tell me, Novigrad is really a mess. . In addition to Shapet and the circus guy, I also found a shapeshifter, a female night devil, and a 'dream diviner' who can predict by dreaming." Lan calculated these
. A person's combat effectiveness or other functions: "Is there anything else?"
(End of this chapter)