"Lovers, mistresses, lovers."

Foltest had a look on his face that was genuinely immersed in the topic.

A qualified king, showing the right demeanor on the right occasion and at the right time, is a basic skill.

"A name can correspond to a beauty, we played more than this when we were young, aren't we old friends? I basically change the candidates on these three names once a year, and I mix and match, what about you? ”

Wizmir smiled calmly, at his age, he no longer needed the following three things as a topic to get closer to others.

"I'm old, and I only had one baron's wife as a bed mate, because we weren't as open as we are now."

"But in any case, I don't think I'll be able to get into any of the sorceress's beds and come down as if nothing had happened. But this venerable gentleman, Eretusa must have great expectations of him, right? ”

"A dean, a former dean, and an outstanding alumnus."

Wizmir smiled meaningfully, but it seemed as if it were just an old man expressing emotion about people's private lives now.

As if he didn't understand anything, Foltest made a very official but little practical statement.

"Warlocks have always been strong supporters of royal power, and Eretusa in particular has always worked well together to pay taxes and nurture talent in Temeria. Recruiting a witcher as an academy hunter must have something to help with, right? ”

After testing my personal relationship with Lann, I tried to create distrust between the Eretusa Academy and the Kingdom of Temoria.

The old fox really has yours.

The attack was fast and ruthless, and from the moment Len's information was collected and placed in front of the kings, these power animals began to fight for Len's information and relationships at the same time.

An individual who can influence large-scale battles, these kings don't know exactly what to do, but instinct has caused them to start crowding each other out.

By the time the two kings had walked to the place where Triss and Ryan had disappeared, the warlocks who had gathered around had already come to an idea.

Tishaya used her magic to soothe the blind Yennefer, and promised Eritusa's skill that she was more than capable of giving her a new pair of eyes.

Vigo Fortez looked pale and overused, but he held on, stroking the land with his palm.

One can't help but feel that this archmage is really a warm-hearted and strong person.

Looking at his expression, it seemed that he had 'read' something on the residual magic.

As an eyewitness, Frigila Vigo also treated the wound briefly at this time, and was questioned over and over again.

It's just that as a captive, her testimony is not so trusted.

"That's probably what happened. The magic got out of control, and then it was 'cut' off by the witcher, and then part of it was used by Meligodd on a spell, which I presume was teleportation. ”

Wigo Fortez concluded.

However, his eyes lit up with interest when he said 'The Witcher cuts off the magic', and he was clearly more interested in it.

"Teleportation?" It's just that 'Tishaya', who has always been known for her steadyness, calmness, and organization, is choking like a powder keg that explodes at one point.

"Triss was burned by the out-of-control magic flames for half a minute! You told us she could use teleportation in this situation? ”

Wigo Fortez spread his hands and looked at 'Tishaya', especially on his face for a few more seconds.

This gaze only made 'Tishaya' look away in a weak heart.

"I didn't say that Triss was fine, it was estimated that a large area of her skin had been burned for half a minute, and it was difficult to save her. But if it's a magic item or rune prepared in advance, and only needs to infuse the magic power to activate it, I think she can still do it. ”

Wigo Fortez said in a tone of rational that deserved to be trusted.

"The traces on the ground are teleportation, at least it can't be faked."

At that moment, there was an uproar from the outer sergeants surrounding the area, causing the warlocks and the two kings to frown.

Soon, a herald brought news about the chaos on the periphery and relayed it to Vizmir.

The old king's cloudy eyes lit up: "Let them in!" No! Please come in! ”

After giving the order first, the old king looked at Foltest and the rest of the warlocks apologetically.

Among them, the face of King Temeria was visibly ugly.

"We have a group of heroes who want to come here to see the situation and ask for an explanation, and they have a deep relationship with this respected demon hunter, and I think they should have the right to know the situation immediately."

As the order was given, there was a sound of horses' hooves, mixed with the slight collision and friction of armor in the bumps. Neat and solemn.

Almost instantly, the group of people present, who had just breathed a sigh of relief from the tension of the war, were pulled back into the bloody atmosphere.

Their bodies are tense, their eyes are wide open, and their minds and bodies are brought into a state of war here.

And the elite guards brought by the kings were even more subconsciously clenched their weapons, and there was a 'creaking' sound of neat leather gloves rubbing against the steel handles.

In fact, these elite guards are less likely to enter a state of stress than the vast majority of people present, because most of them are used to the atmosphere of the battlefield.

But now

As the sound of horses' hooves drew closer, a cavalry force of only sixty men entered.

It's just that the atmosphere between them is different from that of the ordinary soldiers around them, and even the king's personal guards.

This kind of big difference even makes people feel that the painting style of this army is different and inconsistent with other soldiers.

"I don't think they're winning a battle, it's a little bit. Grief? ”

A soldier muttered.

Hearing this, Foltest couldn't help but nod.

Terrible grief and indignation.

Even if the normal army is defeated, the mood is at best depressed.

The word 'grief and indignation' seems to have a natural nobility and unusualness.

Regardless of the history of any country, if the description of an army is 'sad and angry', then this army will most likely do great things in the future.

And now, the mood of Lincoln and his colleagues and brothers is even more indescribable than 'grief and indignation'.

Ever since they heard the news of the 'Demon Hunter is missing', it's like the sky is shattering!

All of them thought that if they could hold on a little longer, even if they were tired to death a few people, as long as they could follow Lanne's attack, then this would not have happened.

Won't let the people they revere go missing!

It's a shame on their laziness!

And in this mood, in fact, all the people and troops who saw their current state did not dare to stand in front of them.

Like the noise just now, in fact, Lincoln didn't say a word from beginning to end, but the soldiers of the Northern Coalition Army were under tremendous psychological pressure just by standing in front of Lincoln.

In the end, I can only vent my pressure by constantly talking and shouting.

It's like a poodle that barks because it's scared.

Leader Lincoln walked past the two kings, who were now completely unconcerned about any so-called 'noble blood' and 'noble family' other than Ranne.

Lincoln walked all the way to Fringilla's side, looking down at the captured sorceress on his horse.

"You are the only enemy on the scene, and if you have a share in the disappearance of adults."

Ignoring the nervous expressions of everyone around him, Lincoln pointed the spear in Frigila's face.

The steel of the spear tip pressed down the beautiful smooth face into a small depression.

"This spear will pierce you in the throat, even if you have been exchanged by the Nilfgaard Empire, in the royal palace of the city of the Golden Tower, this sentence will never be taken back."

"We swear here, sorceress."

Looking at Lincoln's unwavering eyes under his helmet, Fringilla's throat rolled up and down uncontrollably, and the muscles in her face twitched.

It was only at this point that Lincoln slowly withdrew his spear, turned over and dismounted.

"We are Sir Sintra, Lord Lanne's personal guard. In the event of your disappearance, I think we have the right to any clues. ”

Patrolling left and right, no one made a sound.

"Good. Now, I would like to ask your Majesties to make the situation public. ”

Lincoln's mouth said 'Your Majesty', but Foltest and Wizmere didn't feel the respect of the soldiers in front of them for the royal power at all.

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