It was a small room, with some kind of special purple paint on the floor, and a rather sophisticated magic circle was painted.

In the four corners of the magic circle, four huge braziers seemed to be burning with bright yellow flames forever, and in the center of the magic circle, there was a golden spinning top that seemed to be made of gold, which was quietly placed there.

Once in the room, Torruville closed the door, and she glanced back at Wayne and motioned for him to get ready.

Then he stretched out his arm, revealing an inscription bracelet forged from an unknown metal, and after putting it to his mouth, he began to chant some incantation in a whisper.

Torruvielle had a beautiful voice, at least more so than Kayla and Maisie, and would probably be very popular if she could become a bard.

When Wayne thought like this, the golden spinning top in the center of the magic array suddenly began to rotate, and with the rotation of the golden spinning top, the air above the magic array began to distort continuously, accompanied by a huge tearing sound, and in just a few seconds, a powerful magic force tore open a portal above the magic array, as if it was as chaotic as a void.

This was Wayne's first encounter with the portal to the Witcher World, and although he had used it a few times in the game, it was the first time he had seen it in person.

Torruvier withdrew the bracelet from her wrist, then looked at Wayne and said softly:

"You don't have any experience with portals, do you?"

"It's okay, this portal is controlled by Madam Francisca herself, and it's very safe, but the experience of traveling through time and space is indeed a bit uncomfortable, so endure it and pass."

After saying that, the female elf gave Wayne a look to follow, and took the initiative to walk into the portal that looked like nothingness.

After hesitating for a second, Wayne then took a light breath and gritted his teeth and walked in.

As it turns out, as Toluvier said, the experience of going through a portal is not pleasant, it is like putting you in a washing machine that spins at high speed, leaving you unable to distinguish between up and down, left, right, east, south, north, west, as if all directions have been reversed, and the internal organs are slamming into your body.

After a few seconds, maybe tens of seconds, Wayne suddenly felt his whole body light, his feet stepped on the ground, the witcher's physical fitness and strong sense of balance kept him from falling to the ground, and quickly returned to normal.

He raised his head and observed his surroundings, and found that he was in a beautiful elven palace, and Torviel was standing not far away, his body was a little shaky, his face was a little pale, and he didn't seem to have gotten rid of the after-effects of the shuttle teleportation array.

After a few more seconds, the female elf seemed to be free from the influence, she turned her head to Wayne and smiled, then pointed to the beautiful and magnificent buildings and all kinds of exquisite flowers and trees around her, and said with a little pride:

"This is the elf palace located in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, although it was not famous at all in the past, but it is the most well-preserved elf palace in the world."

Hearing this, Wayne carefully looked at the surrounding scenery again, and found that it was indeed very beautiful, with various statues, colorful murals and ingenious architectural shapes, full of the epic sense of the fantasy world in his fantasy.

However, at this time, the whole palace seemed quite deserted, there were neither heavily armed elf guards, nor elven maids wearing skirts and beautiful postures, and everywhere was empty, looking lonely.

Toluvile introduced as she walked, and from time to time she had to explain a few glorious histories of the elves, as if she wanted to increase Wayne's recognition and sense of belonging to the elves in this way.

For the enthusiasm of the female elf, Wayne certainly would not refuse, at least on the surface he pretended to listen very seriously.

Soon, the two of them passed through the forecourt of the garden, through the golden hall, and through a large back garden decorated with rockery fountains and various precious trees, and came to the vicinity of a beautiful little lake in the palace.

Before the two could get closer, a beautiful melody played on an elven flute entered Wayne's ears.

The sound of the performance is beautiful and long, as if there is a kind of timelessness from the epic, as if telling the ups and downs of a race that survived the disaster and built a splendid civilization in a barren land.

Wayne followed the sound of the performance, and in an elegantly shaped gazebo, a beautiful elf in a white princess dress, with long dark blond hair, and a pair of sky-blue eyes, was sitting on a bench, playing the epic song intently.

Seeing Francesca for the first time, Wayne couldn't help but gasp, he didn't expect that there was such a beautiful woman in the world, even in the past when he was bombarded by various online videos, he had never seen such a beauty.

Although the sorceress in front of her is hundreds of years old, she looks full of a pure and flawless girlish feeling, as if the most beautiful time has been frozen in her body, and because of the strong strength of her strongest sorceress, she looks like she has a sense of detachment from the world.

In this way, one person played, two listened, and it was not until Francesca finished playing the whole song that Wayne couldn't help but exhale softly, and there was a little regret for the end of this beautiful melody.

Just as she was sighing, the beautiful elf girl in the pavilion had already set her eyes on the two of them, she opened her red lips, and said in a pleasant voice:

"Welcome, Torviel, and this, well, Mr. Witcher."

She put down the elven flute, stood up, pointed to the table beside her with her white fingers, and whispered an invitation:

"I've got a dinner prepared, it's all elven food, come on, let's talk while we eat."

Hearing this, Torruviel bowed slightly, and Wayne also recovered from the beauty of the elven sorceress and walked into the pavilion together.

There were not many dishes on the table, except for a plate of fish of unknown kind, a bowl of clear soup, and a few plates of greens and fruits, which were fragrant but also very light.

But when Francesca also sat down opposite Wayne, a charming fragrance entered Wayne's nose from the sorceress opposite.

It is like a quiet orchid in the mountains, and like a daisy in the morning, which is both light and provocative in people's hearts, and people can't help but want to take a few more breaths.

Smelling this fragrant smell made his appetite even better.

Before the three of them could move their chopsticks, Toruvelle picked up a bottle of potpourri on the table, poured a glass for Francesca opposite, and then filled a glass for Wayne and himself.

Francesca picked up the wine glass and whispered a thank you to Torruville, then looked at Wayne with clear blue eyes, and said softly:

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Wayne, our elven food does seem a little light, but if you eat it, it does taste good."

Hearing the host say this, out of politeness, Wayne of course modestly said that the taste was very good, but it was true that the taste of these dishes was a little light compared to those big fish and meat, but it was also a special taste, which made him remember it vividly.

The three of them chatted while eating, mostly discussing the current situation of the elves and the Valley of Hundred Flowers, although Francesca looked a little detached, but as a centuries-old sorceress, her knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary people in this era.

Speaking in a coherent manner, with the occasional little joke, it doesn't make people feel detached.

After chatting for a few minutes, Wayne gradually adapted to the content of their conversation, and did not hesitate to his own thoughts, and said his views on the elves and the northern countries in a superficial manner.

Especially regarding the current oppression of the inhuman race by human beings, he bluntly said:

"There is no way to do this, and it is impossible to obtain the other party's understanding through peaceful means."

"In terms of numbers and fertility, elves or other non-human races are inherently inferior."

"And the long-term oppression has made most elves feel numb, unless they wait until their lives are at stake, they don't dare to resist at all."

"But it's not that they lack the spirit of resistance, but that they lack a leader, they lack a guide."

"Everyone has the right to pursue a better life, but human beings, who have become accustomed to exploiting non-human races, will not give up such rights to us."

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