From Lan's point of view, what is happening now is actually a bit terrifying.

He had come to Margarita because of her magical characteristics, but suddenly the target he saw was a Tishaya's face.

This first brings a sense of confusion.

But whether it was Margarita or Tishaya, he couldn't just watch it. So he still kept hurrying over.

Then when he got to the front, before he could ask anything, 'Tishaya' pounced directly and gnawed.

Directly shocked him.

Of course, Lan En later found out that this was not 'gnawing', she came prepared!

The mouth is expertly pried open, and the soft and smooth touch is needless to say, and more importantly, the skills shown are so familiar!

If Tishaya wasn't a pervert who even had to monitor and 'study' Margarita's private life after graduation, then there was only one possibility.

Lan's elevated [Vision] focused on Tishaya's face at this time.

He originally thought that the magic aura on the other party's face was due to magic necklaces, magic earrings, magic creams, etc., so he didn't try too hard to see through it.

But when he watched intently, the layer of illusion that Margarita had put on his face was immediately seen through by [Spiritual Vision].

In Lan En's eyes, his true colors were revealed.

"Woo! Why are you here?! ”

The sorceress's wet kiss was as passionate as ever, and even seemed to be even more entangled because of the agitated and complicated mood at this time.

Lan asked a little confused as he pushed her away.

"To find you! What else can ?!. no, I mean. As a member of the Society of Talents and Skill, I have decided to take control of this unjust war. ”

Margarita was habitually blunt, and then she changed her words in a panic as if she suddenly realized who she was using now.

And his eyes glanced at the shield guard team from time to time.

"Anyway, you're pretty much the best you can do now, aren't you? The Nilfgaard were about to be defeated. Protect me right here and cast spells, just like before. ”

Margarita took Rann by the arm and looked up at him.

"You didn't ask me to leave with you immediately." Lan raised an eyebrow, "That surprised me a bit. ”

Margarita looked up and met Lanne's eyes, and there was a lightness and cheerfulness in those cat's eyes that rarely appeared in this short period of time.

The sorceress was stunned at first, and then the expression on her face changed, uncomfortable, angry, and puzzled, and then helpless and relieved.

"You're changing the subject again." The sorceress shook her head slightly, "But it's also a sign of attitude, and I've actually thought of it a long time ago." ”

"Even if I find you, I can't get you out. I can't stop you from doing what you're trying to do. ”

"But why did I run into this meat grinder even though I knew I couldn't stop or persuade you?"

Margarita said distractedly, then smiled to herself without waiting for Ran's reaction.

"Maybe it's just to see you?"

Rann licked his lips, he felt like he hadn't felt so awkward when he had rushed into the Nilfgaard front.

"It's almost over." The witcher's large hand rested on the sorceress's shoulder, and his tone was firm. "There is no need to worry, the most dangerous moment is over, and there is only one end left, and this war can be over."

"I don't know what you've seen and done in this war." Margarita spoke in a low tone, shrunk into Lanne's arms, hugged him hard, and then pulled away.

"But since this is your decision, then I will support you."

A thin, low spell flowed from Margarita's mouth, and she held out her hands towards Lane, a warm magical aura drifting from her palm to the witcher.

And eventually, a looming magical rune swirled around the witcher's body.

"[Margarita Shield Technique], I have improved the [Shield of Alzu], and the layer that originally surrounded the body surface was used to counter the damage of Alzu's Thunder, now all the magic power is used for defense. Enough to resist once [Alzu Thunder Technique]. ”

Lan En's eyes looked at the floating and swirling runes around him.

"I remember you saying that Arzu's spells are beyond the reach of ordinary warlocks, and it is rumored that he is so gifted that he speaks like a hunting horn and speaks like a master."

"That's how hard it is." Margarita said calmly, "I just wasn't interested before, I held the book and nibbled on it for three or four days before I came, and I would have been able to meet it." ”

"Three or four days without sleep?" Rann asked her rhetorically, but Margarita didn't respond.

Let a sorceress, accustomed to a life of luxury and laziness, go to the cruel battlefield for herself, and master the spells of the legendary Arzu in three or four days. Now many knights would not write such outrageous things.

But Margarita clearly didn't care about the effort.

"Stay safe, go back quickly."

"That's what I asked, and you won't listen to it if you have more, so now! Immediately! Get out of front of my eyes! ”

"Yes." Lan looked into Margarita's eyes and bowed slightly. "My lady."

The witcher continued to make his way to the hillside where Nilfgaard had not yet collapsed.

In the midst of Margarita's shield, a soldier was holding a scorched wood strip he had picked up on the battlefield and drawing something behind his tower shield.

"It's time to work, guys, what are you doing here?"

The captain of the shield guard held the shield diligently, blocking half of the sorceress's body, fending her off the stray arrows that had been much thinner on the battlefield.

After getting to the tower shield of his comrade-in-arms, see what he is up to.

I saw this comrade-in-arms sketch the inside of the tower shield with a charred small wooden stick a few times, and the silhouettes of two people, one large and one small, kissing together appeared on the wide layout.

"It's a lot less stressful now, so I'm going to take some notes now and go back and refine it. Maybe after the war, my paintings will be collected? ”

"Hell, you still have this hand?"

"My family owns a bookstore, chief. My dad signed me up for an oil painting master class! Look at this angle, this composition, Ye Luzi doesn't have this ability! ”

"You wait for me to go back and transcribe it to the canvas, with the light and shadow and mood of the colors, tsk. Even if it's not a masterpiece, it's enough to be used as a record of the history of the war! I'm going to call it Kiss of Victory! ”

"Then I wish you a bright future, and then you should fucking lift my shield for me! Stupid! ”

The shield guard soldier who drew the painting was hammered off his helmet by the captain with an iron glove, and his brain was buzzing.

Margarita loaded the Hunter pistol in her space pouch and glanced at the inside of the shield guard's tower.

What darkened her face was the face of the woman in the midst of the kiss.

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