"Besides, don't pay any attention to what Thaler's bastard says. While I do think it doesn't hurt to have Yada communicate with you, she's still going to pass on the bloodlines for my family after all. I remember witchers can't have children. Wait, are you exceptional? ”

As he spoke, Foltest confirmed to Lan En quite seriously.

"Well, now you, the king, are coming to get information?"

Lan shook his head.

"I should too. Can't have children, right? ”

"yes, it's a shame." Foltest sighed, "Although you are only a first-generation nobleman, I would like you to have a child with Yada." ”

"Oh, then you hope for it."

Lan Enpi responded with a smile.

In the aristocratic class, the naked and cold inheritance of lineage, bloodline, and power made Lan En feel a little uncomfortable.

They're really kind of pimps. The blind date must be in the presence of the woman herself.

Foltest, on the other hand, keenly sensed Lanne's unhappiness, and although he didn't understand why with his experience, he still reacted quickly and changed the topic.

"Did you know that there are more people in this village than Temeria?"

"The news that Codwin, Aden, Redania, and even the northernmost Covells often haunt here was sorted out at the first time. Later, in order to send people over, they made concessions to the border trade agreement with Temeria. ”

"So, in fact, I stained your light."

Foltest looked at the witcher sincerely: "Do you want to share?" I've got it ready, and you can check the accounts yourself. ”

"That's another story, but. Isn't it a bit that you accept other people's benefits and turn around and point out the people who others have run here? ”

Lan En didn't finish his words, but the meaning was clear.

Foltest didn't refute either, just sighed.

"Well, I promised them to let the spy in, but I didn't promise to hide it for them. Like the fisherman you met when you first came in, he was the head of the Redanian intelligence, Dickoscher's subordinate. ”

"And, I sincerely hope that you don't reveal anything crucial in front of them."

"For example?"

"For example." Foltest paused and whispered. "The Witcher's Mutant Knowledge."

Lann's hand holding the glass froze in the air, and although it was back to normal after a short time, it was indeed a long time compared to the speed of his reactions.

Foltest's words irrepressibly brought Ran's mind back to the past.

He once communicated with the great grandmaster of the Wolf School in the Great Forest of Brockleon, hoping to get the opportunity to study in the Wolf School.

It was for this reason that Viselmir finally recognized his morals and thoughts, and opened the door to Kellmohan to him.

The Witcher's mutation, those were the seven days that made Lan En miserable.

Beside Lanne, Foltest's voice continued quietly.

"Based on Thaler's intelligence roundup."

The Temerian intelligence chief, who was sitting on the other side of Lanne, bowed slightly dramatically.

"It's a honor to serve you."

Foltest continued.

"In the few months since you disappeared, the number of witchers commissioned by nobles and state agencies in the northern countries has increased sixty-seven times."

"Those monsters that have been raging for a long time, but are basically not close to human settlements, and kill one or two unlucky people a year, and no one ever feels the need to clean up, all of a sudden they all become very harmful, and it's fun to not do it, right?"

"But perhaps because the witchers have undergone a basic education and have seen the dangers of the world, few commissions have been taken so far. By the way, it has taken my admiration for the profession to the next level. ”

Thaler chimed in from the side.

In the witcher's brief silence, Foltest put down his glass, looked at Lan earnestly, and made a suggestion.

"I've heard of your mutation process, Sir Len. Mutations, distortions, and great risks. At the beginning of the operation, Arzu and his teacher, Malaspina, had already consumed countless young people's lives, creating countless monsters that had been distorted to the point of losing their human form. ”

"And with the resources of a few countries, not just two warlocks, the scale of the experiment is unimaginable. We must learn the lessons of our predecessors and make this surgery disappear. ”

"No one should die in this twisted operation anymore."

After Len killed Stessa, Foltest took good care of the children he had taken captive.

Although this was also for his political purposes, it somewhat made Len recognize him.

This is a humane king.

And what came out of his mouth, Lan En also felt that it was indeed possible.

His strength was too bright in the last war, even terrifying.

Although the demon hunters basically feel the same as the book of heaven, the others who have been blinded by the power will not be as calm as the demon hunters who have experienced mutation and transformation.

The demon hunters knew they weren't up to even one percent of Len's level at the time, but did the others believe it?

Would they think that it was because the mutation recipes of the other witchers were not working well?

They won't think. Do you have a chance to regain this power?

The destructive power that Len alone showed in that war was far greater than that of all the small countries in the north.

And as long as those small countries succeed once, their military strength can be improved by leaps and bounds, and they will not have to spend on the logistics and maintenance of this military force, and they will not lose money in vain.

There is simply no more cost-effective business for military investment.

Ideas breed ambition, and ambition tramples on human nature.

"I'll tell all the witchers I can contact to abolish or take care of their respective schools' mutant knowledge."

Lan En touched his chin and thought about it.

"But I don't know everyone from all schools after all, so I can only do my best."

Foltest raised his glass to Lanne: "As long as you can prevent the mutant knowledge from spreading, you can already be regarded as saving a lot of people." ”

The witcher got up and left the tavern after drinking the cup of herbal wine he didn't quite like.

And the king of Temeria, the king's guards, and the intelligence chiefs were still sitting inside.

Taller's hand reached for Lanne's used cup

"Don't touch it. Roche, take it and wash it. ”

Foltest scolded without looking back, and the loyal guards did as they pouted, while the intelligence chief pouted and smiled.

"We've become friends with him, and our previous contact and the way we act have made him have a good impression of us. That's the advantage. ”

"The fact that Eretusa College is in Temeria and that we have always had a good relationship with the Academy is also an advantage."

"Don't ruin your advantage with your own hands because of a little bit of it. Do you still need me to teach you, Thaler? ”

"Nope." The intelligence leader tilted his head with a smile and spat on the ground, "I just want to see if you're still awake, Your Majesty. In front of such a beautiful and decisive force. ”

Foltest glanced angrily at his intelligence director.

"I should have found a chance to cut off your head, Thaler. Do you know how many times I've wanted to do this? ”

"It doesn't matter how many times you think about it, the important thing is that you always stay sensibly and only stay at the stage of 'thinking'."

The corners of Foltest's mouth twitched in the face of the intelligence director's nonsense, but he finally controlled his emotions.

"How's the fishing boat and the fisherman ready?" The king asked softly. "We can now confirm that every time he comes here, he goes to that island and then disappears for a few months."

(End of chapter)