Unlike the redundant way of compromising and prevaricating among the northern powers, as a highly centralized empire, Nilfgaard was extremely fast and domineering in implementing measures from the top down.

This is the power of centralization.

After learning that a certain noble gentleman wanted to obtain a large number of mutation inducers, in just one night, the entire streets and alleys of Virgin from the inner city to the outer city were plastered with all kinds of bounty clearance orders with uniform prices, uniform signs, and unified receiving points.

Because it was a direct order from the emperor, the quartermasters who habitually lay behind the bounty board and sucked blood did not even dare to move this time, and sat at the official receiving points on the major streets to strictly investigate and deal with them.

For a time, everyone became a clean official.

And the whole Virgin Mad has also become fanatical because of the mutation inducers pasted on the streets.

The large number of anomalous creatures that inhabit the vicinity of Vigema, relying on the plains from the Pontar River to Mahakan, have always been a concern for the residents of Vigema.

Because these places are not only the important land of the plains for trade and trade, but also the land for farmers to work and cultivate.

The presence of a large number of anomalous organisms has greatly reduced the amount of land available to farmers and reduced their source of income.

It wasn't that there weren't farmers who wanted to band together and give out bounties to get rid of these anomalous creatures, but the hiring price of the professionals was too high, and the fertility of these anomalies was too high—the constant bounty killings barely kept up to the number of their births.

Every year, there are many cases of anomalous creatures killing people, but few official people come forward - the life or death of the untouchables always has nothing to do with them high-ranking officials.

Often, only when the entire village is destroyed, the consuls or low-level nobles in the surrounding cities will be subjected to this drudgery, and a few professionals will be hastily cleaned up and handed over to the errand.

And like now, in the name of His Majesty the Emperor, it is impossible to even think of giving bounties to capable professionals in the city, systematically slaughtering anomalous creatures, and buying part of the body structure.

It's like a dream.

The civilians who were now standing in front of the bulletin board heard the public announcement officer repeating the contents of the bulletin board over and over again in a dumb voice, and the more they listened, the more excited they became.

This is the Emperor's order, from the highest echelons of Nilfgaard, those noble lords are actually going to kill anomalous creatures!

How much land will have to be vacated?

Even if you can't get a share of them, how many more business opportunities are there for you? It's definitely safer on the road!

And they don't even have to pay for it!

This is a great thing.

The other very few bounty hunters looked at the list of bounties one after another, and their eyes lit up with gold.

The emperor has a charter, public pricing, and no one is allowed to embezzle the bounty in the middle of the link, and if there is a violation, he can directly enter the palace to report.

This shit is a goddamn thing!

The bounty hunters sighed excitedly in their hearts.

Even if this rightful right is taken back, the bounty hunters seem to have received some great benefit.

Hell knows how much of the bounty that should have been blackened by the shit that should have been pushed into the ass by mammoth tusks when they were on missions all these years.

The crowd couldn't help but become impetuous, driven by various excited emotions, and the bustle began to be a little noisy before they knew it.

I don't know who started, or maybe it was an inadvertent reminder from the publicity officer, and the crowd suddenly began to shout:

"Long live Nilfgaard! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! ”

The voice is first dripping, and then it becomes uniform under the joint impetus of emotion.

"Long live Nilfgaard!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

In the midst of the chaotic roar, the congratulatory sound was deafening.

The rumoredly brutal and evil image of Emperor Nilfgaard has quietly changed in the hearts of the inhabitants of Vigema.

In the crowd, only a woman in a hood looked at the bounty list, clutching a check in her hand.

Sakura's lips clenched.

"Damn it!"

In the midst of the enthusiastic crowd, the sorceress Margarita silently emerged from the center and cursed in a low voice.

No wonder......

No wonder she hadn't been able to find the organization of the anomalous creatures since the middle of last night - those things were supposed to be piled up in the spell warehouses of a few specific shops because no one was buying them.

However, when she went to those stores yesterday to buy in batches, she got a uniform sentence of 'out of stock'.

Margarita wondered who had bought them, and if it was a companion or a demon hunter, she could buy some of it from them.

However, now the answer is out.

The purchaser was none other than Emperor Nilfgaard, the Grave White Flame Nhil.

Moreover, looking at these bounty lists, which involve extremely large amounts, it seems that the mutation inducers and anomalous biological body tissues he needs are not enough—or rather, the gap is very large.

But he is not a warlock, and the legal professionals under his command can't use such a huge amount of experimental materials, who is he going to buy it for?

Margarita thought to herself, and her mind couldn't help but connect the anomalous events that happened last night with today's anomalous bounty.

What happened last night, has something to do with the emperor?

But could a vision with such a huge reach be accomplished by a single warlock?

Even Vigo Fortez, the strongest warlock under Enhill's command back then, could not make such a huge and concrete spatial illusion.

If it was just storms, thunder, or something like that, he could do it—but it wouldn't be able to handle it in full detail.

Such a huge illusion......

It's like the work of a god.

Due to the limitations of this era and the information gap, even a well-informed and knowledgeable warlock like Margarita can only use the word "miracle" to explain phenomena that he cannot understand at all.

It's not something humans can do.

As for the illusion in the sky, is it real?

She didn't even think about it.

Ha? A house about three or four hundred meters high, as high as a cliff, and made of glass?

Gosh, do you really know the value and difficulty of manufacturing high-purity clear glass? Even if the price of solid color glass is much lower than that of color glass, but that is not something that all nobles can afford - many little knight nobles can't even afford to buy solid color transparent glass, how can there be a building covered with glass in this world?

The glass is so brittle, if it is really used to build a building, wouldn't it be a collision, and the entire building of several hundred meters will collapse?

As for the house that can move, it's not hard to understand - but the house is also too big, or is it a moving city, can the ground withstand such a huge pressure?

Using the most basic logical deductions, Margarita was able to conclude that it was a large, delicate illusion made by no one else.

It's just that, no matter who accomplishes the illusion, it must say something.

The Nilfgaard Emperor Enhil is reusing a very powerful warlock, or a group of warlocks—in other words, he's bullying the Eternal Flame to co-opt the Wizards.

The same behavior, in the eyes of different people, can produce a variety of different interpretations.

Margarita thinks she sees Enhil's true purpose.

As soon as she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a little excited and even more apprehensive.

As a sorceress, she is also the dean of the Eretusa Academy on the island of Sunned, and in addition to representing her own identity, she is also burdened with the pressure and responsibility of the entire Sorceress Academy.

Margarita would never have thought of taking refuge in Nilfgaard if it were for her own sake, for the totalitarian state itself was the greatest restriction on their free-spirited warlocks.

However, when the so-called 'free city' began to exclude legal professionals, and the strict centralized Nilfgaard vigorously developed the direction of the legal system, even a freedom-loving Margarita could not help but think about the future of the academy.

As she pondered, Margarita, hooded, walked back into a slightly dimly lit alleyway.

Even in the mind, the principle of covert action is already engraved into the body's automatic habits.

On the other side of the alley, a man with short yellow hair and a thin figure walked up, and he seemed to be a habitual shortcut.

Seeing a cloak man coming from the opposite side, the man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect someone on the other side, and then turned sideways and passed Margarita.

It's a very ordinary day.

However, Margarita's eyes under the hood suddenly saw the flame icon that loomed when the corners of his clothes were lifted.

The process of reflection was interrupted.

Behind Margarita, a hideous and cruel smile suddenly appeared on the face of the thin man who passed her.

A short knife slipped out of the sleeve.

However, before he could make a move, he saw an extremely dazzling light burst out in front of him like the sun exploding, and his eyes seemed to have been pricked by needles, and they hurt fiercely.

"Ahh

The man screamed, and Margarita, who had passed him, suddenly flashed out of the alley.

Without the slightest hesitation, he chose a direction and ran.

"Fack!"

"Eternal Flame."