The sunset slowly and completely sinks below the horizon, and the moment it pulls down the night, it inexplicably gives people a feeling of loneliness. The dim twilight gradually lowered down, and the twilight covered the whole earth like a large gray net.

Ciri stood in the open space in front of the tall tower standing in the center of Fek Island, lost in thought, as if a feeling had been drawn from the bottom of her heart, elongated.

Listening to the rustling of the trees in the surrounding swamp woods being blown by the night wind, and the strange cries of water ghosts, swamp witches, or some other monster in the distance, she seemed a little distracted.

In Ciri's view, the life of Grahan, a fisherman, is a tragedy, but this tragedy is still brewed by himself, and now he needs to use his life to pay for his previous mistakes.

He fell in love with Annabelle, but because of class issues, the latter's father simply could not allow his daughter to be with a fisherman. In the anguish of his fiery love for Annabelle, and in his resentment towards the latter's father, he believed what the mob had to say and agreed to their plan.

Originally, the mob would not have breached the tower so easily, but Grahan took advantage of the opportunity to deliver fish to the baron, quietly opened the door, and put the mob into the tower.

He naively thought that in this way he could defeat the Baron and be with Anna Béyon forever, and that no one would be able to stop them.

As a result, when the mob was red-eyed, burning and looting in the tower, and even preparing to take turns raping his lover, the fisherman realized that this was not at all the same as he had promised in advance. But by that time it was too late, how could the mob with so many people choose to reason with him and keep the agreement they had made to coax him?

And he is only one person, and he is powerless to fight against so many people on the other side, so he can only desperately watch the girl he likes commit suicide by taking poison in order to protect his innocence, and become a lifeless and warm corpse.

The fisherman was so mad and desperate that he could only cry and curse the mob who had deceived him that he would not die well, and after that, he did not even bury his lover's body, and left the island of Fic as if he had lost his mind, and then lived every day like a walking corpse.

However, this was not the worst joke of fate, he had no idea that his lover was not actually dead at that time. However, his abandonment allowed the girl to be gnawed away little by little by thousands of rats in the dark while she was alive......

It can be said that Grahan simply made a wrong step, a wrong step, and at every critical moment of decision, he chose the worst option like a ghost, which eventually led to the bitter fruit of tragedy.

Ciri admires their cross-class love, and admires this man who chose to face his fate and make up for the mistakes he once made when he knew that he was likely to die at the hands of the female plague demon.

But she only admired his courage and responsibility at the moment, and it did not prevent her from despising the other party's previous stupid behavior.

But if you think about it this way, how can there be more than just a Grahan repeating mistakes and creating tragedies, isn't it true for most people in this world? The woman with gray hair and a delicate face couldn't help but sigh.

Just like now, the war in the north has been going on for many years, causing people to live in poverty and monsters are rampant, but her father still can't stop and will definitely continue to fight.

And the northern kingdom is oppressed to the point of breathlessness, is dying slowly, and after being driven to a desperate situation, it will also be desperate. For example, in the near future, plague weapons will appear......

The plague of Katriona has been raging in the north, and most of the city of Vijma, the capital of Temeria, has been plagued by the plague, and some of the cities have to be closed, but no one knows how it appeared, only after the ship of Nilfgaard that spread the disease to the northern kingdom.

This is an extremely deadly contagion, and even in a few years in the future, only a few key conclusions can be determined -

A small drop of plague colonies, diluted with 100 quarts of pure water, is enough to cause an infection, and without medical assistance, the disease has a 93 percent fatality rate, and with medical assistance, a fatality rate of 89 percent. However, those who survive the disease will have immunity and will never get the disease again.

It can be described as extremely deadly, so after this plague broke out on a large scale, got out of control, and spread to the entire continent, it took countless lives and destroyed one country after another.

However, these messages also came from the destroyed court of Redania, and originated from Alexander's research manuscripts.

Everyone had previously thought that it was impossible to control bacteria, but Alexander's research manuscripts point to two very different directions for his research.

- First, by increasing the time for which the diluted colony is active, it can be used as a weapon, which is suitable for destroying enemy lines and even destroying the enemy's living forces.

- Second, the fact that survivors have immunity in their bodies means that it is indeed possible to create a vaccine.

It is precisely because of this that the first possible possibility of Redania, King Radovid V, after brutally killing Kayla who came to her door to ask for negotiations, did not destroy Alexander's research manuscript with the punishment of stake piercing.

Instead, he found someone to study it, intending to create a bacteriological weapon that could turn him from defeat to victory and destroy the Nilfgaard Empire in the South.

After that, the plague got out of control - although this weapon was successfully created, the problem was that it was not controllable at all, and did not obey him just because he was the king of the northern kingdom.

And all this, so to speak, started with this rat tower on this Fik Island.

Staring at the tower in front of him, Ciri inexplicably felt a little uneasy, could he really prevent a future natural disaster of that scale? Is everything you do really meaningful? Can history really be subverted and destiny can be rewritten?

She tried to comfort herself, feeling that her train of thought should be fine, first taking Alexander's research results from the mouse tower, avoiding taking them from Kayla, and then giving them to the deranged Radovid.

In this way, it should be possible to avoid the problem of the epidemic being actively detonated on a national scale, and thus change the almost irreparable deterioration of the situation.

After that, she has to try her best to solve the problems of war and famine, calm the pain caused by the war in the north, and make the Nilfgaard Empire and the Northern Kingdom stop the war, and no more corpses and evil spirits can be created-

In short, in a word, it is absolutely impossible to provide more resources and living space for the rise of the undead legion.

And there is also the problem of wild hunting and hoarfrost, if it were not for them and hoarfrost, the final "Dawn Plague" would not be so strong as to make people feel completely hopeless, so that people in the future can only pin their hopes on the war of time.

Anyway, as long as these problems are properly dealt with one by one, then the rise of the undead can definitely be eliminated from the source, and even if it can't be solved all, as long as one problem is solved, the development of the undead army can be curbed to a large extent.

After all, you must know that when she returns to this time from the future, she is shouldering the great responsibility of saving the fate of the world.

And not just because she's the inheritor of the "Blood of the Ancients" and has the ability to travel through time and space. is also because of her identity, which determines that only she can do all the above things.

After all, who can say that they can single-handedly end the cruelty of war and solve the problem of famine?

Come to think of it, if it was Geralt who had crossed back, maybe that witcher would have been more sophisticated in other ways, but he would never have been able to solve the problem of this level, even if he was killed...... Only Ciri can do it.

Because she is the daughter of Emperor Nyshir Enrith and Princess Pavita of Sintra, she is the Empress of Nilfgaard, Queen of Sintra, Princess Brugg and Baroness of Soden, heir to the Isle of Skellig, Lord Atri and Lord Ab Yara.

This series of titles itself indicates that as long as she makes up her mind and shoulders her responsibilities, she will be able to determine the future direction of the mainland and the future fate of the world.

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"Can it be a little faster?"

Under the cover of night, the boat swept quickly across the flat lake, pulling out a long ripple. The sails fluttered and spread completely, and the strong wind summoned by the sorceress turned into a driving force to propel the ship forward.

However, the witcher sitting in the bow of the ship still felt that he was not fast enough, and he seemed a little agitated, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"This is already the limit, no matter how fast it is, the ship will fall apart first......" Kayla glared at him fiercely, "And when I went to the elven ruins before, why didn't you see you in such a hurry, you must be prepared to go, but now you have to rush to Fik Island overnight?" ”

"It's different, and I'm still prepared......"

Geralt naturally had his own reasons, and he patted his small medicine box.

"I've been to the lake before Wild Hunt, and if Ciri is in the middle of the lake, it's too close and dangerous...... There's no way I'm going to wait until tomorrow to get on the island. ”

"I don't think it's necessary, that girl can't be interested in Alexander's manuscripts, she doesn't have to be on Fik Island, or maybe she's gone somewhere else with my magic lantern......"

Kayla frowned dissatisfied, "And she probably took my magic lantern the day before yesterday, and if it's still on the island, it won't be a good outcome...... I wouldn't even come near that curse until I figured it out. ”

"......" Geralt was silent and did not answer, it was not that he didn't know these things, he just didn't want to think about them.

Don't even dare to make assumptions.

"That's it, don't worry, it's just a lake, not a sea...... Kayla said casually, and then squinted her eyes ahead, she already vaguely saw the outline of Fek Island.

But in the next moment, her expression changed slightly: "Wait, what is this?" ”

As soon as the witcher's eyes froze, he saw a tiny ribbon flash in the night sky, white frost wrapped in a biting chill quickly spread through the air, and a faint scream could be heard in the wind in the distance.