Chapter 123 The sorcerer wants to act (end)

These are two and very beautiful women, and two extremely powerful women.

One of them was dressed rigorously, with black hair tied into a classic bun, wearing a plain skirt, and a cold face, but she had a curve that was so beautiful that it could not be blocked by the dress. The plain dress actually completely raised her charm through contrast, making her arrogant, making her cold and charming, and making her unable to look directly.

Tishaya de Viris, a high-level warlock, is one of the members of the Wizarding Society, and is now at the top of the world.

The other person, dressed as a standard court sorcerer, was gorgeously dressed but abandoned the conservativeness of the noble lady and the wife. The top was sleeveless, low-cut, hollowed-out, skirt, tulle, semi-transparent, lace, these designs used every means to show the beauty of the body; she had many black agate jewelry on her body, paired with pleasing long black hair and exquisite makeup, which was as attractive as Tishaya next to her.

Philiba Ehart, a magic consultant for the Royal Family of Redania, one of the highest member of the Warlock Council, and a high-level warlock. Although she looks only thirty years old, there are rumors that she is over 300 years old.

In addition to these two ladies, there are three other sorcerers in the room.

This is a truly secret place in the northern kingdom where high-ranking officials of the warlock gather to hold a real secret meeting.

Wegofortz was wearing leather armor and sat in the first place. He was the initiator of the conference. Since leading the warlocks to win the Battle of Soden, he has gained great prestige among the warlocks in the Northern Kingdoms. Regarding the warlocks against the Niffgaards, everyone is willing to give priority to his opinions.

"First of all, thank you very much for coming." Wigofortz said modestly, "I am also sorry that this meeting invited all ten people from the Wizards and Warlocks' Supreme Council, but only half of them were present."

Wigofortz said sadly: "We have lost many friends during this time."

There were ten people in the Wizard Society and the Warlock’s Supreme Council, but only three men and two women attended the secret meeting on site.

"Hen Gedimidis is inconvenient, and Franciska has something else to do," said a man. "Don't say it as if everyone sacrificed their lives on Sodden. They would never be happy to hear your words."

"Okay, okay." Wigofortz accepted the correction helplessly, "Thank you for your reminder, Alto."

The warlock who does not give face is called Alto Tranova, a member of the Wizards Association, is short and fat, and is one of the few people who are not good-looking in the warlock.

"Go to the point, Wigofotz." The last sorcerer in the room spoke, "I used the portal three times in a row from Temolia to get here, not to listen to those chattering clichés."

The warlock who spoke this time was named Fekater, who was one of the three royal advisers of Termolia, who survived the Battle of Sodden and received praise for his bravery in combat. He is now the youngest member of the Warlock's highest ratings.

"Okay, okay," said Wigofortz. "We have a lot of topics to discuss today, and I believe everyone has their own preparations. But before that, please allow me to show my hospitality first. After all, everyone comes from afar, and now there are bad weather everywhere."

Wigofortz smiled gently, turning his head and whispered behind him, "Lydia, can you do it? Then I want to entertain my guests with good ingredients and aged wine from Hidalis."

Lydia van Bradwater, Wigofortz's assistant and personal secretary, walked out from behind the curtain like a vague phantom, and looked at the warlocks present with a smile.

The warlocks also knew this famous female assistant and nodded to her.

Lydia clapped her hands, and two maids were busy. Their dresses rustled and various tableware were arranged on the table.

Finally, Lydia gracefully used her thumb and index finger to create a flame and lit the candle on the candlestick. Tishaya saw the traces of oil paint left on her hands. She kept this in her heart and prepared to wait for dinner before asking the young sorcerer to appreciate her latest works. She knew that Lydia was a talented painter.

Dinner took place in silence. The short and fat Alto was not polite. Before the owner could speak, he took the glass bottle containing red wine with a thick face, and reached for the food at the same time - and it was very frequent.

Tishaya stuttered, and most of her energy was placed on symmetrical dishes, knives and napkins - in her opinion, the placement of those things was still not neat enough, which detracted from her sense of order and aesthetics.

Philiba was very restrained in drinking, and Vigofortz's food and drink were even more restrained. As for Lydia, she didn't even touch the food or wine.

The golden and red candlelight swayed continuously. The raindrops jingled on the stained window glass.

"The weather has been getting worse lately," Feliba said suddenly, "The strong winds and heavy rains have occurred without warning. If it weren't for this, Sintra, supported by Skellig, would not have been defeated so that we could not react."

Wigofortz nodded and regretfully said, "If you really want to say that, that storm is really one of the turning points in the North. That is why the current situation is so unfavorable to us."

"Well, Wigofortz," Alto seemed to have finally had a full meal and opened his mouth, but he also looked for a fork in the plate to find the fat and thin meat, "What do you think of the kings' behavior? We want to know your point of view. Tishaya and I are also interested. The wizard will want all members to stand on this matter. If we take action, we also want all people to act."

Wigofortz nodded and said, "Since I am the organizer, I should start first: I believe everyone has heard about the public talks that the Northern Kingdom is preparing to hold recently?"

Of course, there is nothing that the warlocks don’t know.

Philiba joked: "The kings decided to start the talks and did not allow us to attend or help. They would rather spend months on the way than use our portal."

Wigofortz nodded and said, "Yes, this is not good news. The kings began to think independently. They began to make their own plans without the advice of their consultants. In a short period of time, their thinking level rose from tactics to strategy? Not long ago, in Soden, they could only ride horses and yell at attack, and they couldn't even think about looking back to see if their troops were behind and whether they were running in the completely wrong direction."

He said regretfully: "No king has asked for our permission and will not come again. The kings do not trust us."

Fekater frowned and said, "It was clearly the first thing we could see Nifgaard's threat, and we sent a large number of warlocks to fight Nifgaard. We died thirteen of them! If it weren't for us, Nifgaard would have rushed around the North."

"We have no choice, Fecart." Philipba said coldly, "It is precisely because we have played such an important role that the kings were scared by us. It just so happened that we have lost a large number of members now, so the kings have also taken advantage of the situation to start taking back the rights that should belong to us."

"Very good." Weigofortz nodded, "Thanks to Philipba for his summary, this is exactly the problem I want to point out. So today we have to come up with a way to turn the situation around. IMHO-"

He looked around, and saw the warlocks' reactions, and said slowly: "The Brotherhood is worried about how to deal with the kings' plans? It's unnecessary. Just ignore their plans."

"Sorry, what did you say?" Alto's left hand holding the wine glass and the right hand holding the wine bottle stopped in the air. "I heard it right? Do you want us to do nothing? Let..."

"It's already like this." Weigofortz interrupted him, "no king asked for our permission and would not come again. I repeat, we should pretend to know nothing. This is the only reasonable way."

"You mean," the thumpy Alto frowned, "Let's cooperate with them and dance this dance?"

"Yes, Alto." Wigofortz looked at him, his eyes flashing. "You must dance with their beats, or you must leave the dance floor. Because the orchestra's podium is too high, you can't climb up and tell the musician to change the song, and you must remember this. If you think there is another solution, you are wrong. You mistakenly regard the reflection cast on the lake as the stars in the night sky."

Everyone lowered their heads and pondered over Wigofotz's suggestion. Although the warlocks participated in politics, they always had the right to suggest the kings, so that they could directly resist the kings? This is not the warlock's way of action.

"Then we will do nothing, wait for the king to marginalize us, wait for Niphgaard to invade while we are weak?"

"No, we are not doing nothing," said Wigofortz. "First of all, we need to replenish the personnel of the Wizards and the Warlock's Supreme Council. If even these two institutions are not satisfied, how can we manage the Warlock's Brotherhood?"

Everyone had no doubts about this suggestion. After all, in the face of such a severe situation, the sorcerer management organization that can only exert general operational efficiency is indeed a bit stretched.

Only Tishaya, the female dean of the Magic Academy, added while tidying up her lace sleeves: "But we would rather be insignificant than indiscriminate, these two institutions represent the culprit of the warlocks."

As Tishaya tidi's sleeves were tidying up her sleeves, her dedicated and elegant look attracted the attention of people on the side, especially the chunky Aalto and the young Fecart.

"Of course, Tishaya, your advice is very helpful." Weigofortz smiled, "but I believe you will not object to the next candidate: I want to recommend a member of the Warlock's Supreme Council: Yennefa of Wengerburg!"

When Wigofortz said this, a different light flashed in his eyes. The warlock who did not know him might not notice it, but the keen Tishaya captured this.

Tishaya thought to herself: What is he planning.

A long time ago, Tishaya noticed something wrong with Wigofotz. The young wizard's strength was growing, his glory made others lose its luster, and his record and strength forced other warlocks to obey him.

Even, Tishaya felt that the male witch was increasingly like a chess player when dealing with Northland affairs. What worries the female dean was that they knew nothing about the rules of this chess game.

But what Wigofotez has done so far is beneficial to the North and the Warlocks, which makes her unable to find a reason to not cooperate with the other party.

The young Fekat had no idea about Weigofotz's strangeness, and he agreed with Weigofotz's proposal: "Yenafa fought bravely in the battle of Soden Station and almost paid his eyes forever. Her strength and qualifications were enough."

"But there is a problem," said Wigofortz regretfully, "we can't find her, she disappeared after the fight."

The short and fat Alto laughed: "Do you want such an irresponsible person to join our organization? Don't forget that Yennefa even abandoned the title of Wengerburg's consultant and gave up his responsibilities!"

The young Fecart retorted: "But this time she was going to save Tris, who we mistakenly thought was sacrificed!"

As both the royal adviser of Temeria, Fecart obviously values ​​Tris very much, and at the same time he also has a good impression of Yennefa, who rescued Tris.

"That's right." Weigofortz said happily, "so why can't we trust Yenfa like this? Did Tris come back and say where Yenfa went?"

The young Fekater shook his head: "It seems to be Kelmohan, one of the base camps of the witch hunter, and he also brought Princess Cirira of Sintra. I remember Yennefa was rumored to be very close to a witch hunter, but now it seems that the rumors are true."

Arto laughed without any grace: "I also heard that for a while, she was very close to a witch hunter. If I remember correctly, his name was Geralt. It seems that they were not a marriage between Lu Shui, and Yennefa was quite moved by him...a witch hunter, ha, witch hunter!"

Wigofortz smiled and said, "This is Yennefa's private matter, and it has nothing to do with us. It's just that her disappearance of her own will is really distressing. She also brings Sintra's princess...Cirilla, is it this name?"

While Wigofortz was speaking, Tishaya observed secretly.

Here comes, it's just this feeling, like the feeling of moving a chessboard. Tishaya thought to herself, which of Fekater's words caused changes to Vigofortz? Is it Kelmohan, the witch hunter, or the Cialilla of Sintra?

"When it comes to Sintra," Tishaya took the initiative to speak, "A new witch hunter has recently appeared there. The rumored Lann Lannister Reanlun, who has long been dead, does anyone remember?"

The short and fat Alto praised Tishaya very much: "Of course, before, Sintra vaguely praised him as the first person in the younger generation in the North, but suddenly died. Unexpectedly, he suddenly jumped out now and became... a witch hunter, haha."

Alto laughed contemptuously again.

Tishaya ignored Alto at all, and she focused on the changes in Wigofotz. In the same sense, he also responded to the name "Lann". Is there any necessary connection between these reactions?

Tishaya ignored Alto, but some warlocks showed disgust at his reaction.

Philiba suddenly spoke, "It was this 'witch hunter' who fought all the way from the capital of Sintra to Brochron, and also repelled Flynjira Weige, and broke up her so-called Nifgaard warlock army."

The sorcerer who had not spoken much before said, "I think this is an opportunity. Lannister is one of the heirs of the royal family. Princess Cialilla is still young, and he has prestige and his attitude towards the sorcerer is also pretty good. Sintra is in a mess, and we can support him."

"Ha? Support a witch hunter?" the thrifty Alto shouted exaggeratedly, "When did we fall to this level?"

Philiba said expressionlessly: "The kings of the North have lost trust in us, but this witch hunter has gained the actual dominance of a country. He is in a sense our kind, right? I think this is an inspiration for our future path."

The short and fat Alto shook the large piece of Philiba's exposed skin with his eyes and screamed louder: "What are you kidding, Philiba? Says the witch hunter is the same as us? And he just gathered up a group of refugees! What is the rule of what country?"

Faced with the sorcerer's yell, Philiba exposes him mercilessly. She mocks her expressionlessly: "If you look down on the witcher so much, why did you still go to the magic library of Kyle Siren? Are you just jealous and afraid, or is Lannister's record of repelling Weige made you feel a sense of crisis?"

Alto slammed the table and stood up, and began to quarrel with Philiba incessantly.

Of course, it is better to say that it is Alto's unilateral quarrel, and Philipba just watched coldly. After a while, he was tired, everyone continued to discuss matters.

Unlike Aalto, the young Fecart had a good impression of Lann: "Lannister's support for the warlock is obvious, and he is completely opposite to Karanser. He saved Tris, and I heard that he also discovered a magic apprentice with great potential, and let Tris bring you to the apprentice?"

When Fecart said this, he looked at Wigofotz and turned all his eyes to him.

"Yes, but the qualifications of that apprentice are not as good as you think." Weigofortz nodded openly, "I plan to let him spend more than ten years consolidating his knowledge, familiarizing himself with the experiment, and then slowly cultivating him. Maybe he can become Sintra's royal consultant in the future."

After answering this question, Wigofortz looked at Tishaya expectantly: "Tishaya, you are the person who is most familiar with Yennefa among the people present. Can you locate her?"

Tishaya shook her head: "Yenafa wears gems, metal and crystals with her amulets, enough to block any soul's visit. As long as Yenafa doesn't want anyone to know where she is, no one can find her."

Here comes again, although he concealed this feeling very well, he was very disappointed that he could not find Yennefa, which was more than the average level of loss. Tishaya felt it, but she didn't know the reason.

"If Yennefa can't be found," the young Fekater suggested, "I think Tris is not bad either. She fought bravely in Sodden's battle..."

Wigofortz refused, "Tris is still too young, so let her be a supporter of Sintra. Isn't this what you hope for? And I think she enjoys it myself."

At this moment, everyone had basically finished their meal, and Wigofortz's assistant Lydia brought the maid to clean up the mess and add wine to everyone.
To be continued...