Virginia, Gardenia Alley.

Unlike the filthy streets around the outer gates, which were soaked in sewage and excrement, the alleys on the north side of the inner city were lined with white gardenias, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

The wide, straight street is flanked by rows of three-story stone buildings, balconies adorned with cyan flower pots, flower branches bent and twisted, outlining the sunlight in the distance.

On the balcony of one of the three-story stone buildings, a man dressed in a fitting black cotton garment picked up the black tea on the carved wooden table, and looked at the sorceress opposite him with a leisurely expression.

"Miss Margarita Lux Antil, our problem has been dragging on for too long, haven't we?"

Viscount Filland took the black tea in front of him and took a sip with a blank expression.

"Our Majesty just needs a mature warlock who can help him with his work, and give him the support to do so."

"Compared to that, it would be too cost-effective to hang an entire Aretusa Academy under his name."

"Warlocks can't be as full-time as professional soldiers, and the cost of cultivating legal professionals is dozens of times that of basic physical professions."

"Mutation inducers, experimental equipment, expensive glass, metal, experimental sites, manpower...... These are the real Krona and Kim Olen. ”

Filland put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at Margarita.

"You can't just touch up and down with this pretty little mouth and let our Majesty spend thousands of Oron, right?"

The sorceress across his table had long curvy dark blonde shawl hair, and her fair and smooth skin seemed to glow against the dark V black dress that opened to her navel.

It's a rare plump beauty.

"He might be willing?"

The voice is soft, with a slight upward accent in the intonation.

"There's always someone who likes to pay for my voice, doesn't they? Viscount Filland. ”

"For example, the Eternal Flame, such as the Knights of the Flame Rose, or ...... Redania Intelligence Service? ”

Viscount Filland on the opposite side suddenly had a stunned expression, and looked at the woman in front of him with a frown.

"First of all, you should be clear—Temeria is now the territory of Nilfgaard, Miss Margarita."

Margarita smiled quietly, and as soon as her slender five fingers were closed, a small dark red iron waist tag appeared in her palm.

The waist plate is painted with a stick figure of flames.

It was the sign of the Eternal Flame, the largest church in Nilfgaard's rival nation, 'Redania'.

Firmland's muscles stiffened.

Margarita re-deduced the waist card in front of Viscount Filland with a nonchalant face, spreading her hands and indicating that she didn't know anything.

"The tentacles of the Redania Intelligence Agency are so extensive that even if you have heard of it before, it is not as shocking as seeing the facts with your own eyes." Margarita pointed to the waist card on the table, "Who would have known that the deputy head of the Nilfgaard Finance Bureau, the red man next to His Majesty Enhill, Viscount Filland, would be a believer in the Church of Eternal Fire?" ”

"I don't think those people in the Merchant Guild are too reluctant to hear this, right?"

"They've approved a lot of loans to your Filland Bank."

"If you haven't had time to use the power behind you, you suddenly hear the news that your head has fallen - I don't know what will happen to your family."

The bite muscles on both sides of Firmland's face bulged, squinted slightly, and reached out to put away the Eternal Fire waist card on the table, and said in a hateful tone:

"Head Margarita!"

"You're not here to talk to me."

"No, I'd love to have a good conversation with you, Viscount Filland." Margarita smiled and waved her hand, "You're going to give me a chance." ”

"Even if you kill me, there's no way I'm going to get you asylum and funding for the entire Eretusa Academy." Viscount Fairland's tone was visibly impatient, "You know this very well! ”

"It is enough for you to tell your noble majesty." Margarita restrained her smile and raised her head slightly, "In the face of war, no one will dislike the extra weight on their scales. ”

"In addition, I should have three thousand five hundred gold in my bank account, which is in your bank. By 10 p.m. the day after tomorrow, I hope to receive my bank credentials. ”

"Have a good day, Lord Viscount."

After Margarita finished speaking, she stood up and walked out of the door, Viscount Filland didn't mean to speak when he heard this ** naked blackmail, and the five fingers under his sleeves were clenched tightly.

This is hush money.

Filland sat at the empty table, quietly looking out from the balcony.

"Bitch!"

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At the same time, Han Baiyi, who entered Vigema City, parted ways with Harovich and the others with a bounty after handing over the head of the rock troll.

Because it was an official bounty from Nilfgaard, the bounty amounted to sixty-five gold oren, one of the currencies used south of the Pontar River, and in kroner further north, and the two currencies were only interconnected with a few banks.

Of course, private exchanges are allowed, but the exchange rates tend to be weird.

One gold oren can be exchanged for about 100 to 140 copper coins, which is equivalent to ten days' wages for ordinary hard labor.

Normally, the purchasing power of these cuties is still very high.

In this way, the basic cost of living is there.

Just as he was thinking about what he was going to do next, Han Baiyi suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his neck.

A slight perception reveals that the muscles under the skin of the neck are gradually necrotic, and a little fluid is faintly emerging from the tiny pores on the surface of the skin.

However, this is not the pore spraying of the marrow and bones in the past, but the actual bleeding.

While his muscles are strong enough to withstand the weight of an entire world, it's clear that some parts of his body aren't yet up to the weight they can handle.

The parts of the body above the neck that have not yet completed their spiritual transformation have been crushed under such heavy pressure, and they have even begun to partially collapse.

That's why Han Baiyi was able to stay without moving all the way, and by the way, he also blackmailed Harovich's carriage to sleep.

Even if the reason why it is indeed the size of a fingertip is because Han Baiyi is too lazy to walk, it is mainly because his body is collapsing all the time, and he really can't use his strength.

Feeling his weak body, Han Baiyi walked on the road, and quietly put the special pistol issued by the special department from his personal space on his waist, just in case.

Walking to the inner city, Han Baiyi glanced at it with his wit, found a hotel with the smallest number of people and rented a room, went upstairs by himself, and locked the door.

After closing the door, Han Baiyi released a large amount of spiritual energy to take all the surrounding space into his eyes, and then used stillness to cut off the surrounding space, and divided his mind with two minds, lying on the bed and began to transform his body from his neck little by little.

[Breakthrough Progress: 865%.../100%]

There was silence in the room.

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At the same time that Han Baiyi was transforming himself, somewhere in the suburbs about ten kilometers away from Virjma, a twisted pitch-black space gate suddenly appeared.

Click.

Click.

Skeletons in armor stepped out of the spatial door.

The skull at the head of the group had cyan fireworks flashing in its eyes.

Turn your head to look somewhere.

"Fluctuating ...... in World Space"

"Here."