Early the next morning, as soon as Han Baiyi woke up from the creaking wooden bed, he saw a row of heavily armed and high-chested soldiers waiting at the door of the inn from the window.

At the front of the soldiers, a gorgeous nobleman dressed like a male peacock stood.

There is also a feather stuck in the hat.

"Knock knock."

The wooden door of the room knocked softly, and Han Baiyi glanced at it, it was Borchi.

"Sir, are you sending them away from Enchil?"

"No, you don't." Han Baiyi got up from the bed and patted his clothes at will, his highly intelligent body basically had no concept of dirt, and he didn't even save washing his face and brushing his teeth, "Let's go over and take a look first." ”

When I went downstairs, I saw the male peacock kneeling on the ground with an exaggerated demeanor, and said in a sharp voice:

"Your Majesty Enshir invites you to the palace for a moment."

"Lead the way."

As soon as Han Baiyi wanted to speak, Borqi beside him took a step forward like a personal guard of a male god, protecting Han Baiyi with great service, and said coldly to the male peacock in front of him.

Han Baiyi glanced at him in surprise, and was replied by Borch with a 'Sir, don't worry, I'll handle everything'.

The male peacock also seemed to be surprised by Borch's performance, but he didn't speak, and only invited the two to the carriage.

The cavalry escorted the way to the road.

Ciri and The Shining are nowhere to be found.

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In the attic somewhere in the distance, a thin man in a white coat and a hood watched the carriage carrying Han and Baiyi go away from the gap in the wooden wall of the attic, and took out an emerald green, glowing stone from his pocket.

"Your Excellency, we have seen him, and we are on our way to the palace."

"Okay, let's get ready to evacuate."

"What about the woman?"

"Yes, we'll do it as soon as possible."

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Vigema Palace,

Enhill sat at his desk in the side hall, looking at the woman on the sofa opposite, his expression flat and a little indifferent.

"Warlock?"

"I don't remember posting a notice soliciting warlocks in the Empire."

Hearing Enhill's words, Margarita, who had just finished explaining her intentions, was stunned.

"Your Majesty! Our Erethusa Academy is a well-known training ground for legal professionals, if you can ......"

"I said it."

Enhil's voice paused, and he raised his head indifferently and looked at the woman in front of him,

"Warlocks are of no use to my army. Don't take my kindness as an excuse for your presumptuousness, Miss Margarita. ”

Margarita looked at Enhil's indifferent appearance, and knew that if she didn't spread things out, she would definitely be kicked out, so she immediately stood up decisively and stood in the center of the side hall:

"Your Majesty, to tell you the truth, I have taken into account all the glorious moments of that night that were forged by countless warlocks."

"I don't know what you're doing, but I know that if you want to achieve a high-level Legion spell of this level, the number of warlocks you will gather will not be small."

"For your purpose, I, along with the entire Aretusa Academy, are willing to dedicate all our strength to you."

"Heh, what are you talking about......"

As Enhil reviewed the paperwork at hand, he was about to laugh sarcastically and ask her to be kicked out.

It was only in the middle of his sentence that he suddenly realized what time Margarita was referring to 'that night'.

She said it...... It's that gentleman, right?

Enhill's pen faltered.

For he had just remembered what the gentleman had told him before.

[Special Powers], [Special Professions], [Unusual Phenomena].

Enshir thought as he beckoned to the old eunuch beside him, "When will that gentleman arrive?" ”

The old eunuch bowed and replied, "It is already on the way, and the Earl of Will's mansion has been vacated for the gentleman, and it is very clean, and there are no servants left." ”

"Hmm."

Enhil nodded in satisfaction and looked back at Margarita in front of him.

"You say, you can give your strength to me?"

As soon as Margarita saw that Enhil was shaken, she immediately lifted her spirits: "Yes, Your Majesty. Our Eretusa Academy has been inherited for more than 1,100 years, and the knowledge we possess is not inferior even among all the Warlock Academies......"

"Is there anything special about you?"

Enshir didn't bother to care what she said, interrupting rudely, and time was running out for conversation and decision.

Margarita's voice froze.

Particularly?

What is special?

Isn't a warlock a warlock?

Thinking quickly in her mind, Margarita recalled the scene that appeared in the sky that day, combined with this special word, her heart suddenly cleared, and her tone was extremely affirmative.

"Of course!"

Ensiel's eyes lit up, and Margarita took the opportunity to tell the story:

"The Academy of Eretusa was originally founded by Lady Laura Doren, the legendary 'Source Warlock' and owner of the 'Blood of the Ancients'."

"This is an elven sage who has fully understood the power of his bloodline, and has the power to reverse time and space."

"Rumor has it that her tome is buried in the Cross Library of the Eretusa Academy."

"Reversing time and space?"

Enhill's eyes lit up, it's a good thing,

"Can you do it?"

"I can't."

Margarita refused crisply,

"However, there are many thoughts related to the power of space-time recorded in our texts, and we can ......"

"Okay, I got it." After hearing the word can't, Enhil's interest in his heart was directly interrupted, "You sit down here first, and then go with me to meet someone later." ”

"How do you decide...... It depends on the gentleman's judgment. ”

"That, sir?"

Margarita keenly grasped the point of Enhill's words, what kind of character can make this emperor who is about to rule the world be called 'sir'?

"Is it a legendary pro?"

Margarita was puzzled, but when she looked at Jaeger, who was standing behind Enhil, she immediately extinguished the thought.

With that in mind, Margarita sat back on the couch and continued to wait.

At this moment, a guard suddenly entered the door.

"Your Majesty! The gentleman came. ”

"Squeak."

Encil instantly put down the pen and paper in his hand and stood up, his overly rapid movements causing the heavy wooden chair to make a muffled sound on the ground.

Margarita, whose butt had just touched the sofa, couldn't help but jump up, and when she got up, she looked confused.

That's His Majesty Enhill.

Emperor Nilfgaard, the grave of White Flame, the man who controls half the world.

How could he be so flustered?

Compared with this reaction, the image of indifferent and calm questioning himself before was more in line with Margarita's imagination.

Moreover, at a glance, not only this Majesty Enhil, but even the guards around here, and even the legendary professional in black armor who had been standing behind His Majesty, all of them had a solemn and upright posture.

Even the atmosphere seems to have frozen.

Only Margarita herself was at a loss.

What the hell is going on?

Before she could come back to her senses, she saw Ensher straighten her collar, and then looked at her with a serious face:

"For a moment, don't speak unless the gentleman asks you."

"Don't get me in trouble."

"Got it?"

Margarita looked at him with a confused expression and nodded blankly.

Although he still has the same face and the same expression, Enhil, as the emperor of the empire, would actually say something like 'don't trouble me', but how to listen to it is not the right appetite.

Who is that gentleman?

Seeing that she understood, Enhil nodded and walked towards the central hall surrounded by guards.

In the distance, Margarita saw a man sitting on a couch in the center of the hall—that was supposed to be the master's seat.

Behind him stood a tall man.

Enhill stepped closer, but instead of saying a word because of the other party's rudeness, he leaned over slightly and stroked his chest and saluted.

"Keep you waiting."

"Dear sir."