Confirming his next goal, Lane asks Margarita to take his leave.

"I'll leave Erethusa tonight."

Margarita looked up.

"So fast? Aren't you going to convert those 1,500 Oren into strength as efficiently as possible? Money can be earned again, but there is only one life. Lan, you also know what level the other party's power is, right? ”

The blonde's ocean-blue pupils met the cat's eyes seriously.

"Vigema is the capital of Temeria, where a piece of mud can hit a dignitary. Civilians seem to live in the same city as them, but as long as they want to use their power, they are as vulnerable as ants. ”

"Do you know how much it costs to be able to project resources and power into the treacherous and desolate Willen, raise a group of armed thugs, and build secret ports and sentry posts? This kind of person, even in Virginma, is definitely the kind of big man who is not easy to mess with. ”

Margarita was talking earnestly, but Lann just looked at her and smiled and nodded.

Apparently not persuaded.

"You're right, but Rita...... You know why I slaughtered those bastards, right? ”

In the face of Lanne's smiling face, Margarita's words froze.

Again reminisced about the night at that camp.

The witcher, who was suppressed by the siege, was against the cage where she was imprisoned, not for money, not for honor and fame.

It's just because he wants to do it, and when he sees something disgusting and evil, he wants to take care of it.

Therefore, even if it is one to many, he is vomited blood by the hammer hammer and poured more poison than he can bear, he has to continue to fight.

Such a person, once he decides something, there is nothing to stop him.

Till death rests.

Margarita bit her plump lips and frowned.

"Understood...... You're not trying to save money and put it in your pocket...... You're not that kind of person. It seems that this is all that the money can give you. ”

After a long time, the blonde beauty spoke again.

She sighed and pulled out a pyramid-shaped crystal from the magic satchel behind her.

"It's a ...... Forget it, you don't understand magic jargon. It's a telematic, you know? It's like an epistle, except that the epistle transmits words, and this can convey sound......"

Margarita tried to make her speech more intelligible, and in her eyes, most of the witchers did not have a good educational foundation.

But Lan En smiled knowingly when she said "telematics".

"What is the communication radius? What about the latency? How does charging work? What about audio clarity? ”

His barrage of questions blinded Margarita, and in the other's sluggishness, Lane took the pyramid crystal.

"Can you understand?" The other party's eyes almost made Lan En think that he was a wicked ghost who couldn't understand human words in her heart before.

But Margarita soon became excited.

A handsome, athletic, and energetic witcher who now has to add a quick mind to keep up with a warlock!

It was a pleasant surprise!

"I have paired halves and you can keep in touch even in Vigema. It takes a mage to recharge, but don't worry, once you get to Vigema, the crystal will be sensed by two of my friends there, who will not only recharge you, but also help you in any way they can. ”

"Two friends?"

"Triss Meligard, and Kayla Matz. They were mage advisors who had been sent to Foltest's side, also graduated from the academy and could be trusted. ”

Margarita earnestly instructed the witcher.

"If the opponent is really too strong to resist, you should come back here. You and I have long lifespans, far longer than ordinary people. Our debts can be paid at any point in this long life, and that's the outlook on life that an immortal should have, you know? ”

The young man chuckled and nodded, put the pyramid crystal in his arms, and turned to leave.

Immortals should make good use of their lifespans, and Lan En understands that.

But if you can increase your strength to the point where you can crush your enemies, who will refuse to kill them on the spot?

Margarita didn't know if Rann had listened, but she knew she couldn't stop him, and she shouldn't.

After Rann left, Tishaya came to Margarita's side.

"Very peculiar man, Rita. Above the Losummer Palace, there should be no man in this world who doesn't want to go in, after all, there are all sorceresses here. ”

Tishaya flicked her fingers and straightened the chair that Lan En had risen, before she sat down and looked at her beautiful students and friends.

"But you're wrong, Rita. The purge of that group of people is not only about the blood debt of the two of you, but also about the majesty of Eretusa. ”

"Then what shall I tell him? Say you should fight to the death? ”

Margarita choked with resentment.

But Tishaya didn't say much about it.

"Nope."

The teacher's answer made the blonde look at her in surprise.

Tishaya continued to speak calmly.

"You still have to let him come back, but at the same time you have to make him feel guilty so that you can tie him to you. You'd love to do that, right? ”

"You don't have to hide it from me, because it's a good thing for the academy to bind a good witcher."

~~~~~~

Armed with the pouch of alchemy, Lanne and Arya walked out of the island where Eretusa was and found in Goth Willen.

Lane first went to the blacksmith where Yuna and Fergus were.

There he received the good news that White had returned home safely and that Bernie was recovering from the infection.

The young dwarf looked the witcher up and down, smacking his lips incessantly.

"Tsk, for the sake of the plague, did you take a hammer directly in your breastplate? Oh my God, it's a shame you're still standing here. The Master isn't here today, but don't worry, Yuna can handle this little thing! ”

The blonde girl with braided hair next to her nodded with a smile and enthusiasm: "Leave it to me." ”

Yuna took the cuirass to repair it, and Arya circled around Fergus curiously.

According to her, she had not seen any inhuman races in her hometown.

This kind of behavior annoyed Fergus a lot.

"Where did this wild child come from, don't mess with me! Hurry up, Lanne! ”

The witcher grabbed the little girl by the collar and dragged her away from the dwarf.

Fergus now has time to trim his beard.

"Whew—just say it in one breath, Lan. What else do you want to do here? ”

"Hey, Yuna has good skills, but when it comes to guests, she's worse than you."

Lan En smiled and took a picture on the table.

The blueprint was similar in shape to the arm armor he was wearing, but with an extra tube on the inside of his wrist.

A rifled pipe, that is, a barrel.

"Can you change it?"

Rann asked Fergus that although the dwarves were not skilled, if they couldn't even tell what their shop could do, they wouldn't even be able to pretend to be the front desk.

The dwarf frowned and scratched his rosacea.

"What are you doing with this?"

"To tell you the truth, I've been bullied lately by bastards with bows and crossbows."

The Witcher spreads his hands.

"I have a magic seal that can cause impact, so I wanted to add a tube like this to my arm armor and prepare some projectiles. With my Fa Yin control force, it is feasible to completely control the impact behind the pipe, and then the projectile will not be less destructive than a strong crossbow. ”

Fergus nodded and groaned: "The idea is very strange, but fortunately I understand." But the key thing I want to ask is the circle of lines inside...... You're kidding with this precision requirement, right? ”

"If you can't do it, just take a few lines, the left and right are just a matter of effective shooting distance, no matter how you say it, it's farther than pure French printing."

"Then there is still something to do, but don't be happy, the master is not here. If your arm armor is to be overhauled, you must have a master, Yuna, she can't. ”

"That's right......" Lan En smacked his lips in disappointment. Then it seems that I won't need it this time. ”