Warlords of the witcher world

Chapter 121 The Sorceress' Secret Talk
Toussaint, the group arena.

It can be said that the group competition is the bloodiest competition in this tournament.

There is no registration limit for this competition, even civilians and mercenaries, as long as they have armor, they can participate.

Warriors from all sides wore helmets and helmets, and fought bloody battles with each other, and it was common for horses to be killed by broken legs.

But this is also the most attractive to men, the clanging of swords and fists to the flesh, which can most mobilize men's hormones.

But the Countess doesn't like this form of fighting very much. In her opinion, this kind of fighting is really not very elegant, so she usually doesn't come to watch it.

What she prefers is the team competition between the knights, which is not so violent and bloody, and it is very enjoyable to watch.

But this does not affect the popularity of the team competition arena.

Now, in the team competition arena paved with fine sand, 27 of the [-] contestants have fallen.

The entire arena is full of contestants lying on the ground without life or death, broken swords and shattered murmurs can be seen everywhere, and the losers who can still move are dragging their bodies to leave the arena.

The servants quickly picked up the fallen people one by one and sent them to the hospital for treatment. From time to time, they whispered about how many bones would be broken.

The three warriors left on the field are now fighting desperately.

The one with the islander's helmet and chainmail under the scales was Ogn Tursek.

In blue armor and smock, it is Ike of Denesler, the brave monster hunter.

And the last one in the brass-colored armor, which is still full of various reliefs, is Chris Dreyer, a famous knight in Toussaint.

All three of them were wearing heavy armor, but they did not hesitate to fight physically, and they all acted as if nothing had happened. They couldn't see the consumption of their physical strength by the heavy armor at all.

The three of them attacked each other, restrained each other, and used their shields and armor to withstand the opponent's attacks, and they were strong with every knife and sword.

This scene may seem boring to outsiders, but it is enjoyable for those who know how to watch it. This kind of head-to-head battle is rare. Many people are lying on the side of the fence now, for fear of missing any link.

However, even though this match was so exciting, some people still dismissed it very much, or they came to this match just to find a place for themselves to chat and talk.

In the box, Philippa was wearing a black skirt and her favorite black agate jewelry. She also put a lot of thought into her makeup, but her complexion was not pretty.

It seemed that she was watching the contest below, but those who knew her well knew that this was just a diversion of attention.

"This time we really can't be considered a success. We didn't have much impact on the meeting this time, but everyone, our general goal has been achieved, and we don't need to be so depressed."

Chill de Tanshavillier, in a black velvet dress trimmed with pearls and a silver fox-fur neckerchief, said with her usual calmness,
"Basically achieved? Xi'er, what are you talking about? The north has won, but our future plan for the north has not been achieved. For example, Sintra, your attitude is that Sintra must not be divided and ruled. It will only bring trouble, but what will be the result? The kings directly ignored our opinions, or divided Cintra together with Nilfgaard."

It was Sabina Grewisig, in a red dress with a provocative plunging neckline and a large lace collar that framed her hair.

Sabina didn't finish her sentence, but she continued,
"The elves didn't get what they wanted either. Emhyr promised them a country, and now? This country doesn't exist, Francesca, and you have to hand over all the Scoia'tael officers."

Francesca Findabe was in a gorgeous bright red dress, with a stately hairstyle and a ruby ​​necklace.

She didn't fluctuate because of Sabina's words, Daisy just picked up the tea on the table and took a sip,
"Since you failed, let's fail. You should pay for failure. It's just an attempt. You guys go ahead and don't bring the topic to me."

The elves acted very bachelor and very out of it.

After saying this, Francesca concentrated on drinking tea, as if the tea was some kind of rare treasure.

However, she was far less calm about this matter than she seemed, but she hid it very well.

"Ms. Sabina."

Xi'er replied seriously, "You should restrain your emotions instead of yelling here. Yes, some of our goals have not been achieved, but those are at best just icing on the cake. Most importantly, Under our leadership, peace can come. If we hadn't brought the terrible reality of the North to the kings' table, those reckless people would only want to continue the war, and before the war has come to a conclusion , but our efforts have enabled countries in all countries to fight the battle with all their strength, regardless of other issues."

"Okay, there's no need to continue the discussion."

Philippa finally spoke, her tone contained a trace of undetectable dissatisfaction, and Sabina was indeed very obedient to Philippa, she immediately stopped talking and just looked at the others with disdain.

As for the other sorceresses here, they basically have an attitude that they have nothing to do with themselves, but what are they thinking in their hearts, even Philippa is not sure about her sisters in the assembly hall.

"What about Margarita?"

Philippa heard Kayla asking, and the answer came quickly,

"It seems to be looking for a man. For that sex fanatic, there are so many men here, she will never miss it."

It was Sabina who answered her, and there was nothing strange in her tone, obviously this is a common thing.

And this topic caught the attention of Fringilla Vigo on one side. She has short hair, wears a lace hat, and a long-sleeved black dress with a well-cut neckline, surrounded by the same flower pattern, and the skirt is decorated with golden stars.

Only in Toussaint could Wei Ge stand with the northern sorceresses in person.

Vigo's mood was a bit overshadowed, and then she forcibly adjusted it. Philippa didn't feel surprised by it. Ever since she was dumped by Geralt, Vigo has always been like this.

Philippa did not continue to pay attention to the emotional fluctuations of the sisters in her assembly room, she had more important things to focus on.

During this period of time, she has been recalling the war, wondering where it started, and the development of the situation is beyond her control.

And in constant thinking, she thought of a name.

Herme Botterdam.

Ever since the Lord Protector of Aedirn stepped onto the political stage in the north, Philippa found that many things did not develop according to her expectations.

After assassinating King Vizmir with his half-elf attendant under his control, the development of the situation was indeed as he expected. The north, which lost its commander in chief, fell into chaos. fighting alone.

In Philippa's plan, this chaotic scene was an opportunity for their sorceresses to demonstrate their power and prestige.

And the development of things was indeed as she expected. In the north, the warlocks (especially the sorceresses) gained power and status in this war.

In the past, the kings only regarded female sorceresses as vases in the court and as consultants for decorations, but after the war began, due to the abilities they showed and the resources they brought, sorceresses became common in the northern courts has power.

However, the fierceness of the Nilfgaardian offensive was beyond her imagination.

In a short period of time, Livia had fallen, Aden was on the verge of falling, and the entire Eastern Front seemed to be collapsing.

At that time Philippa began to wonder whether she was right to assassinate King Vizmir, but she finally dismissed the idea.

For a political creature like hers, this was the least of her worries, and she quickly turned her attention to cleaning up the situation in Redania.

But then, something that surprised her even more happened.

That was the birth of Herme Botterdam.

This little frontier nobleman from Harkland reorganized Aedirn, which was on the verge of collapse, and summoned the kingdom's military strength again.

While Philippa was still dazed by the news, more heavyweight news came. That Herme went on to defeat the Eastern Group Army, throwing the entire battlefield into one side.

The morale of the people in the north was awakened by Aedirn's victory, and Philippa found that their internal integration and mobilization of power in the north were much faster.

But she wasn't too happy about it, because she felt the uncontrollability of it, that Herme, he suddenly stepped onto the political stage in the North, and then brought such a huge change to the Civil War.

For a political animal, being uncontrollable means problems.

And her feeling was right. Ever since Herme started performing on this stage, the development of the situation has become less and less according to her plan.

In her vision, the sorceresses will take advantage of the difficulties in the Northern War and the North to give full play to their abilities and levels, provide the North with various resources, and complete internal integration.

Don't underestimate the resources that sorceresses can control, especially contacts. How many nobles have asked for them, these powers are still very terrifying.

Not to mention their contacts in Kovier, the sorceresses have many connections in Kovier's government and the bank, and even more closely with the Kovier royal family.

And in this series of integrations, the sorceresses will gain greater power, and no one in the north will be able to ignore them from now on, and they may be able to absorb real power from this.

At the beginning of the war, the sorceresses gained more power, but just when they wanted to go further, Herme's birth changed everything.

When someone stood up, it proved that the Nilfgaardians could be defeated, and they were still defeated.

Those who were once confused and needed the integration and help of the sorceresses have found a way forward, and nothing can convince them more than victory.

Then the situation on the battlefield became more and more favorable to the north, and Philipa's pressure became lower and lower.

But she was not happy, because in her expectation, she should get more, and they should be the real saviors of the north.

Now they have washed away the stigma that Vigfortez brought to the warlock group in the coup on Shaned Island, and they have also gained power in the courts of various countries, but that's all.

This was already a big victory, but Philippa was still unhappy after all, because she knew that the assembly hall should get more things.

"Xi'er."

"Philippa, what's the matter?"

"What do you think of Herme Botterdam?"

Philippa knew that it was the most correct to ask Xier these things. This sorceress has always been rigorous and rational, and her opinions are the most worth listening to among her many sisters in the assembly hall.

"The Lord Protector of Aedirn, I once thought he was just a lucky warlord, but after studying his affairs, I found that he is very different from many rulers in the north. His ideas are very active, and he proposed There are many things that even warlocks can't think of, muskets, cannons, hot air balloons... I often wonder if this Lord Protector is a scholar, but unfortunately I only saw his study records at Ben Ade College , and dropped out of school.”

Xi'er's investigation was very careful, and she basically went over and sorted out Hemei's life.

And the more she looked through these, the more surprised she was, no matter how her past experience looked at, this Herme didn't seem like a person who could do these things.

But the thing is, he did it all, and that's the truth.

"Then what kind of impact do you think this person may have on the rally?"

This is the most relevant question for Philippa, she needs to listen to other people's opinions, especially the opinions of the most professional and sensible Xier.

"It's still hard for me to judge. Based on the current observation, he is very resistant to us. I have seen his attitude towards the female sorceress. That posture...well, it is like facing a scourge. I know why he is so afraid. Moreover, this Lord Protector is full of anti-demon gold. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen such a vigilant ruler. It seems that there is a kind of power that I can't understand. "

Speaking of Herme, Xi'er frowned subconsciously, this person...she was really not sure.

Gathering information is also very difficult. He is extremely resistant to sorceresses, and he never attends new-style banquets. It seems that his social circle is not large.

"I feel that this person may be an obstacle to the assembly's plan in the future. He is really too incomprehensible, and unlike other rulers, he is extremely vigilant against us."

After learning the information from Xier, Philippa made such a judgment.

As Xie Er listened to her words, her face became more and more serious. She understood Philippa's subtext.

"So what are you going to do?"

"No," Philippa said, "not now, but now we can't do anything. Let's read on and see what the Lord Protector is going to do."

As soon as Philippa finished speaking, the door of the box was pushed open after a knock, and a servant came in.

"Mrs Philippa." The servant said respectfully, without raising his eyes, "Mrs. Dijkstra would like to see you."

It was also at this time that the battle in the tournament field finally came to an end. The final victor was Ogn Tursek. Now, this warrior from the archipelago was welcoming the cheers of the audience.

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Standing in front of the arena, listening to the cheers coming from inside, Dijkstra couldn't help thinking about the news he got from the Nilfgaardians.

It was that information that brought him here.

What the Nilfgaardians gave him made him have to face something.

He wanted to prove something, something he already doubted, but he was unwilling to confirm, or rather to face.

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Philippa said, while the secret agent looked around, and all he saw were the crowd cheering for the champion.

He took Philippa to a secluded place.

"It was about the assassination of King Vizmir last July."

"I'm listening."

"The half-elf who murdered the king..." Dijkstra lowered his voice. "He has an accomplice."

"What did you say?"

"Kindly," Dijkstra whispered, "Kindly, Fee."

"Don't call me Fee. Have you any proof? What proof? Where did you find it?"

"You'd be surprised if I told you where I found it, Fee. When will your sorceress sisters receive me?"

Philippa Earhart's eyes were like two bottomless black lakes.

"Come on, Dijkstra, come on."

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After returning to his room, Dijkstra met with his deputy, Ori Reuven.

Ori was sorting out the information collected in Toussaint during this period and planned to report to Dijkstra, but he didn't expect Dijkstra to come back at this time.

"Ori, I'm here to say goodbye."

The coughing deputy raised his eyes in surprise. He never thought that Dijkstra would say such words,

"I did... I did some stupid things, I believed some things I shouldn't believe, so I must go, Ori, to hide from the limelight for a while, the rats who hunted me have come."

"Rat?"

"You didn't hear it," he said after a while, "but I did. It's in the hallway, wandering around there, and there they are, coming toward us."

"So, goodbye, you can go too, go to your room, oh, by the way, don't forget to activate my little toy."

Dijkstra lowered the rope, which he had prepared at some point, and lowered it over the window, and the fat giant jumped down with an agility utterly out of proportion to his size, onto the Well-designed escape routes.

Shortly after Dijkstra left, a group of black-clad assassins arrived, and what they found was an empty room, and as they entered, flames burst into flames for unknown reasons.

The assassins in black found nothing but ashes, and Dijkstra was already on his way to the east.

(End of this chapter)