"And more importantly"

Margarita stared into Lan's eyes.

"He's in Aretusa right now."

"What? Is Eritusa recruiting wizards now? ”

Lan En raised an eyebrow.

"No, we still don't consider wizards in our admissions. After all, students spend the entire adolescence in the academy, if not longer, learning the mysteries of magic. It's not surprising that young people of the opposite sex with strong desires can do anything when they meet each other. ”

Margarita said expressionlessly.

"We don't want to have another infant and toddler care department in Erethusari."

The witcher was a little strange: "Can a sorceress get pregnant?" ”

"Absolutely. My grandmother even worked as Tishaya's assistant! ”

Margarita gave him a blank look.

"But the entanglement with the magic of chaos makes it extremely difficult for us to conceive, and the children we give birth to are very likely to be deformed and mentally retarded. That's why Tishaya wrote "The Source of Poisoning", arguing that those who control magic should understand the necessity of sterilization. ”

"We can, and we should, enjoy sex, love, because it's natural. But these deformed children should not be allowed to appear in the world to suffer, and also disrupt the gene pool of mankind. ”

"But let's get back to the point, Vigo Fortez came to Aretusa under the guise of 're-study'. We don't recruit male students, but if an archmage who has already made a name for himself comes to study, of course, there is no reason to refuse. ”

"And let this person come to a sorceress training school to 'study', I think it's definitely not the knowledge in it."

Originally, Rann was going to ride the unicorn to Black Tern Island on Lake Vigema after saying goodbye to Margarita.

But the sorceress's words piqued his interest.

Wigo Fortez. This guy was like a god on the battlefield when he controlled the heavens.

But despite the momentum, it is still not as thrilling as the activities of the witchers.

So this morning, the Witcher and Wigo Fortez met in the Promenade of Glory in Eretusa.

It can't be said whether it's a coincidence or an intention, anyway, Lan En just became interested in him in the morning, and this guy appeared in the morning.

The Glory Gallery, a long corridor lined with paintings on both sides of the Aretusa Gallery to show students the progress of the development of magic and major historical events.

"I think you should have pulled out of it."

Wigo Fortez was admiring the historical paintings, but then turned to Lan and smiled politely and politely.

He looked to be around thirty-five years of age, unusually handsome, with a burly build, and a strong physique.

Dressed in a neat leather suit, breeches, and boots, he carried a steel staff in his hand.

The Corridor of Glory flickered only tiny candles the size of beans, which were just decorations to set the mood, and when it was time to exhibit, it would be illuminated by magic.

"Need me to light a lamp?"

Wigo Fortez asked in a friendly manner.

"No, I've seen them many times."

Lan En whispered as he approached.

His silver hair really looked like a piece of flowing mercury in the dim light.

And when his face completely appeared in front of Wigo Fortez, Lan En was keenly aware that the archmage's breathing was disturbed for a moment.

"I have to admit, Sir Ranne." He himself was aware of his own problems, and instead of avoiding them, he smiled calmly.

"Even if I've thought I've been mentally prepared, I'll still be amazed at your artwork."

When describing Lan En's face, he carefully considered the words.

"But I guess you're not here to just look at my face, are you?"

Lan walked up to him, turned around, and looked with him at the same painting hanging in the hallway, as if unintentionally.

It depicts some of the best graduates of the Eretusa Academy, and the many sorceresses represent the rise of women in the wizarding profession.

There are many names worthy of attention, but the only one that survives is Tishaya de Verris.

This is a very old painting.

Faced with Lanne's question, Wigo Fortez did not answer directly.

This kind of psychological quality can be called powerful, after all, at the beginning, he can be said to have seen with his own eyes what Lan En did on the battlefield.

He had experienced first-hand the momentum and dominance that seemed to crush an entire battlefield.

The mighty legion of the Nilfgaards, who are proud to suppress the Quartet, is like a ball of beef waiting to be cut in the hands of this witcher.

And whether there are crispy bones or fascia in the beef, it is not a qualified obstacle for a blade made of steel.

Among the survivors of the Nilfgaard legion, most of them who were close to Ran's traces on the battlefield suffered from strange diseases after the war.

The kind of disease that causes a stress reaction when you hear a church bell, and even self-harm, panic, and frenzy.

They claimed that the church bells were not holy, but rather the roar of a demon's sword.

That magic sword can break through a hundred knights with a single slash, and it is bloodthirsty and unstoppable.

These veterans are valuable because of their large numbers and battlefield experience. So even after the armistice was signed and the prisoners were released from each other, it attracted the attention of the Nilfgaard Domestic Medical Association.

But even so, Wigo Fortez was able to maintain a calm and steady breathing state with Lane at such a close distance.

"I'm curious about you, Sir Ranne."

Both of them are now looking at the oil painting in front of them, not on each other, as if they were really two tourists enjoying the exhibition.

"But please don't confuse me with other people, 'others' who are greedy and delusional. I must make this clear. ”

"Philistines always think that the reflection of the lake is a sky full of stars."

"But it's clear to me that it's not something you can expect to be good at and a lot above the average of where you are."

"Everyone who can do this has irreplaceable characteristics, the kind of things that others can't learn."

Lan En nodded noncommittally.

"It sounds like Your Excellency is familiar with the 'average' of the witchers. It's a real rarity. After all, people like us were all marginalized groups not long ago, just like transparent people. Powerful people rarely care, especially big people like you. The youngest member of the Wizarding Guild in history. ”

"But you're also a big shot, a big guy in every sense of the word."

Wigo Fortez's quick thinking caused him to seem to be able to respond without much thinking.

"We took advantage of the prestige you left behind in the negotiation of the Civil War—forgive me, those of us who did not have time to inform us at the time, but it was a very effective measure at the time—and it had a profound effect on the swift conclusion of that tragic and grand war."

"Anyone with such influence, whether he is a wizard, a king, a witcher, or even a beggar, must admit that he is a big man in every sense of the word."

"Historians, magicians, informants, kings, nobles. Trust me, Sir Lane. Now even if there is a beggar who says that he can shake your hand once a day, he will rely on that hand, and he will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life. ”

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