Chapter 359 The curtain was raised, the lights were in place, and the
huge central hall of the actor's palace of Aretuza was built into a T shape. The longer one has narrow, tall windows that are almost level with the tops of the columns supporting the ceiling.
The ceilings here are high and every window has stained glass. There was wind blowing through the hall, but all the candle flames remained motionless. Lann could clearly feel the vibration of the lion's head badge as he walked slowly past. It was obvious that these candles were enchanted.
In Arethusa, magic is more common than Gwent in the tavern.
The Warlock Brotherhood has a tradition of banquets. The more important the meeting is, the more grand the banquet will be before the meeting.
And this time, the meeting that was going to entertain representatives from the entire northern territory even mobilized the servants from the entire Thaned Island. Not enough, the Brotherhood also hired a lot of cooks and servants from Goss Velen.
Triss put on an emerald green low-cut evening dress, and the skirt seemed to flicker with the light of the forest under the candlelight. There is gold embroidery on the edge of the skirt, a necklace made of gold leaves hangs on the collarbone, and a headband decorated with broken gold and small gems is tied on the forehead.
Such a bejeweled outfit should have been exaggerated, but the harmonious color combination and Triss's unique temperament made the entire outfit elegant. The flaming hair slightly obscured the exposed back, and Lan even half expected that red hair to set the dress on fire.
"I heard from the dressmaker in Sintra that this skirt is a design sketch you drew?" Seeing Lan's eyes almost glued to her, Tris curled her lips reservedly, "I now believe those cowboys Many scholars were attracted to Cintra by your knowledge." "
I still have many qualities waiting for you to explore." Lan also raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his arm.
"So now, will the man in front of you be lucky enough to invite Ms. Triss to the banquet?" The
thin twig-like wrists were linked with a chuckle.
The surrounding hall walls are decorated with tapestries, garlands and pennants, which flutter in the cold wind from time to time. Rows of long tables lined the walls, beneath swaying tapestries and garlands, exquisite plates placed on even more exquisite tablecloths, exquisite flower arrangements and ornate ice sculptures.
Lann and Triss walked into the hall. At this time, there were hundreds of people present.
The appearance of the lion and the sorceress immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
...
"The Lion of Sintra actually came in person. I thought it was just a rumor..." "I have
wanted to meet him in person for a long time, but I didn't expect that the real person is more handsome than the description in the poem... I haven't passed it. Can the appearance of magic adjustment really produce such a beautiful face?"
"Look next to him, it's Merigold. I heard that she has been very close to the lion for a long time... What good luck!" "
Drink, maybe not. Good luck..."
...
Compared with the representatives of various countries who were whispering in disguise, the sorceress's discussion was unabashed.
They were also far more unrestrained than the ladies and ladies who coveted Lann. Soon there were several sorceresses dressed in clothes that could be described as "dirty" in Ciri's eyes, twisting their waists and trying to get closer to Lann.
But they soon began to fight among themselves, seeming to want to compete for the "strongest" to gain the glory of being close to the lion.
Before Lan could laugh, he suddenly felt the force holding his arm tighten, trapping him with a strong sense of wrapping.
Well, it still feels familiar.
The sorceresses not far away spat in unison and fought among themselves faster.
"Are you very proud?" Lann lowered his head and looked at Triss with a decent and warm smile on her face.
Although the red-haired sorceress greeted the acquaintances around her politely, Lann believed that if it weren't for the wrong occasion, the surrounding temperature would have risen enough to ignite a fire.
After a few collisions of ideas in his mind, Lan quickly figured out the most appropriate response at the moment.
He also had a smile in line with social etiquette on his face, his tone was soft, but the words he spoke were cold.
"Are there any enemies of yours among those people? Do you want me to take the opportunity to chop a few times during the chaos?" "
Huh?"
"Do you still remember our plan - to break up the Brotherhood and absorb warlocks into Cintra? Therefore, other highly respected people who may be able to unite scattered warlocks must be taken for their own use as soon as possible; and dangerous elements who may be our enemies and risk inciting scattered warlocks must be removed as soon as possible." Lan
En She tapped Triss's delicate shoulders in the direction of the group of sorceresses: "For example, they."
"That's all you thought about?" The voice was a little excited.
"Otherwise?" Lann's expression was reasonable, "The overall situation is more important."
Triss was not an innocent little girl, she could fully understand Lann's intentions. With Lan En's ambition, this murderous passage is definitely true; but for a man, it is definitely not very true.
But Triss liked Lan's response.
Then Lan felt the wrapping feeling on his arms getting stronger, and his nose could almost only smell jasmine and orange.
"By the way, I really like your new perfume." Lan said seriously.
Triss covered her mouth and chuckled: "Yennefer helped me pick these... look, they are there!"
Not far away, a sorceress with long black wavy hair was holding an embarrassed witcher with silver-gray hair. She stretched out her snow-white neck like a swan, raised her head, and pushed Geralt provocatively into the center of attention of the people around her.
With Lan's eyesight, he could see that the wolf head badge on Geralt's chest was constantly vibrating. Apparently the sorceresses around were not only curious about the "little wolf dog" brought back by Yennefer, but also used their mind-reading skills to test it.
"As expected of her." Triss sighed after looking at Yennefer's behavior, "But the people around her are so rude - do you want to save Geralt?" The answer was obvious, and Lan
quickly He held Triss in his arms and walked quickly towards Geralt. This move completely focused the attention of the entire party here. Now it was not just the sorceress who was curious about Geralt.
But the good thing is that now that the lion has appeared, the sorceresses will no longer continue to use mind reading to spy on Geralt no matter how reckless they are. Lan could clearly feel Geralt sighing in relief.
...
Lann looked up and down at the white wolf, who was obviously more majestic. He was wearing a straight black tight-fitting dress, which perfectly outlined his muscular figure.
"Yennefer insisted that I put it on." Feeling the teasing look in Lan's eyes, White Wolf explained helplessly.
But that's not the point. The point is the significance of Geralt's appearance here - the second mutation is completed.
Triss and Yennefer hugged each other happily, then walked aside, leaving space for the two men. Lann and Geralt each held a glass of wine and started chatting amidst the curious eyes around them. "How do you feel?"
"I've never felt this good." Geralt clinked glasses with Lann. "It's like a new body. My strength, speed, and reaction have all increased explosively. I can now use one hand to Press down Eskar and Lambert together."
"And the most important thing is - look."
Geralt raised his hand, and an invisible force surged in his hand. The lion emblem and the wolf head emblem thus began to tremble together.
The Witcher Badge will not react to the power of the Witcher Sigil.
What Geralt has in his hands is the purest chaotic energy, the power of magic.
"I am the source of magic again." Geralt said softly.
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Geralt’s mother is a druid named Visenna; his father is a legendary and powerful warrior named Colin. Geralt, the child of their union, has had unparalleled talent since birth.
In theory, Geralt was supposed to be a powerful spellcaster like Vilgefortz.
But fate was twisting. Geralt's father died fighting to protect his lover before Geralt was born. Before he died, he saw a vision of adult Geralt fighting monsters as a witcher.
Visenna therefore believed that her child would become a witcher and believed that this was destiny, so she sent Geralt to Kaer Morhen after his birth.
As the son of a warrior and a druid, Geralt was discovered to have a natural source of magic by the resident mages of Kaer Morhen. His strength and learning ability were also among the best among the demon hunter apprentices at the same time. Geralt's witcher mutation went particularly well, and he even participated in additional mutation experiments, and his creamy-white hair was a result of these additional mutations.
Unfortunately, these mutations eventually destroyed Geralt's magic talent. Although he was better at casting spells than a normal demon hunter, and he didn't have to worry about his body being destroyed by the out-of-control power of the demonic source, he eventually lost the ability to cast spells freely.
Fortunately, just like Geron, Geralt's talent was finally awakened by the second mutation.
And Geralt, who has superimposed the magic source talent, has also experienced an explosive improvement in strength, and has steadily been promoted to the first combat echelon of the current Demon Hunter Order; if he is given enough time to learn and adapt, in the future It can definitely become the third combat force after Lann and Jeron!
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"Jeron has talked to me a lot in the past few days." Geralt sighed, "Lan, you have a good teacher."
Lann smiled slightly: "Be careful not to let Vesemir hear it, you There will be trouble."
Geralt's talent awakening was an unexpected gain. Coupled with Cohen, Letho, and other demon hunters who have now completed the second mutation, Lan is more confident in the next melee. Achieved my purpose.
At this moment, the sorceresses not far away who were fighting for the right to chat with Lan finally decided the winner. A black-haired sorceress walked towards the two of them.
She wore a shirt made of black thin silk, a dark red skirt, and a silver belt with a huge rose-shaped buckle. The collar of the shirt is slit down to the navel, and the side of the skirt is slit to the hips - very characteristic of a sorceress, and the exposed part is also very eye-catching.
"Sabina Gravesig." Geralt actually recognized it at a glance. "Henselt's royal advisor, known as the 'authentic daughter of Kaedwen Moor'." "
Kaedwin." Lan En chewed these three words. He naturally understands the major political forces in various countries and is no stranger to royal advisors.
"But why are you so familiar with her?"
"Yennefer helped me get to know them in advance." Geralt shrugged, "And Ciri also asked me to, uh... 'protect' you. So I'm sorry. Now."
Looking at the dazzling sorceresses walking over, Geralt was slightly ahead of Lann, as if he wanted to protect the daughter of his destiny from the woman that the Lion of Cintra was about to face. Warlock criticized.
But it turned out that White Wolf's defense was a bit redundant.
...
All the warlocks, including Sabina, stopped what they were doing and stepped aside, bowing to the dignitaries entering the hall. The representatives from various countries were a little confused at first, but they quickly understood the current situation.
Members of the two decision-making bodies of the Warlock Brotherhood: the Coven and the Supreme Council of Warlocks, arrived.
The leader was a middle-aged but energetic man, wearing simple woolen clothes; walking next to him was a tall woman with clear features and neatly combed black hair.
Following closely behind them was an old acquaintance—Wilgefortz. He was tall and strong, wearing a knight-style jacket, high-spirited and handsome. No one could tell that he was different from before.
"This is Gerhart of Eller, also known as Henry Gedimidis, the eldest living warlock." A voice suddenly sounded behind Lann and Geralt, "Beside him The woman in question is Tishaia de Verres, now the dean of Arethusa Magic Academy. She is not much younger than Henry, but she never hesitates to use elixirs to cover up her age." "You have to be careful about what's
behind them . That man, he is Wilgefortz!"
Lann and Geralt turned around and saw a tall bald man speaking. The other party was also wearing a breathtaking tight-fitting dress similar to Geralt's. He looked a bit bloated, but anyone who knew this guy well could understand that the other party's strong physique was disguised as "bloated".
"Long time no see, Duke Lannister."
"Lord Dijkstra." Lan raised his glass to the head of Redania's intelligence agency.
"Please don't call me that. I'm just a farmer's son. His Majesty Vizmir gave me the title just because he hopes that I won't be offensive when talking to people like you." Sigismund
Dijkstra He bowed slightly to Lan and said hello to Geralt.
"You still call Vizmir 'Your Majesty'?" Lann smiled slightly and said, "You are indeed very cautious."
However, Dijkstra's reaction next made Lann stunned.
The sinister face of the intelligence leader suddenly became serious, and he said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Duke Lannister, you are no longer what you used to be, and you have become Philippa's chosen partner for the plan. But this does not mean that you You can despise my king in front of me, a subject."
What's going on?
Lan En's expression remained unchanged, but thoughts ran through his mind like lightning.
It is true that the intelligence chief is a patriot, and he also praises the king very much in his words - but doesn't he know that the killer arranged by Philippa will kill his king soon? Wait, does he really not know
? ?
...Things are getting interesting.
Lann said leisurely: "I apologize to you and His Majesty Vizmir for not being here for my rudeness."
This language made Dijkstra's expression soften and he handed over his hand. Only then did Lan and Geralt see Dijkstra coming over with two glasses of wine.
He looked at Lann and Geralt and took the two glasses of wine with a slight smile, and sincerely wished him well: "I hope our subsequent actions will go well... Do you need me to continue introducing the members of the Wizarding Council and the Supreme Council to the two? ”
(End of chapter)