Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1686 1658. Transmission Interference

"Portal?"

Xier Tanshavier repeated in confusion, and then turned his inquiring eyes to Esterad Tissen.

After all, this is someone else's palace, and I am not their magic consultant, so I still need to ask for permission to open a portal here.

But as soon as the sorceress turned around, she saw that the faces of Istrada and Dijkstra suddenly tensed, as if they suddenly realized some grim reality.

"Transportation. Gate?"

Dijkstra repeated it almost through gritted teeth.

The king looked solemn and nodded to Xier Tanshavier.

The sorceress obtained the king's permission and immediately chanted a spell to draw on the power of chaos.

The intense magic power caused the necklaces on the necks of the two demon hunters present to vibrate violently.

"Boom."

There was a muffled sound of air pressure change, and in mid-air, a magic portal with an orange-yellow edge and deep darkness inside was opened.

Yennefer became one of the five seats on the Supreme Council of Warlocks because she took the place of Xier, who was unwilling to waste his energy on anything other than research.

Xier Tanshaweiye's magical attainments are undoubtedly higher than Yennefer's.

A portal that opens in mid-air is an indicator of advanced magical attainments.

Walking on the smooth, reflective dance hall floor, Lan En approached the portal.

Dijkstra and Istrade, who were originally sitting on the stools, stood up amid the puzzled looks of others.

Lan En looked at his wrist with the mark and slowly reached out towards the darkness inside the portal.

Xi'er Tanshavier didn't know what he was trying, but she watched carefully.

Just when Lan's hand was nearly ten centimeters away from the flat entrance of the portal, he suddenly stopped.

After he stopped, the sorceress who was opening the portal slowly widened her eyes.

"No, this is not right!" She looked at Lan En's hand that was ten centimeters away, and the portal that seemed to be under control, but her face was full of fear. "No, it was the trace that got closer, and the space inside the portal became chaotic!"

'The space is a mess', this sounded familiar to everyone present.

Why didn't the portal technology spread to the royal families and dignitaries of various countries? They still preferred to travel by slow and troublesome carriages and horses?
It was because of the portal accident.

The portal has shortened the distance between the worlds on a technical level. Theoretically speaking, it is normal for a teleportation error to cause a person to appear directly in Novigrad from Orphir, on the other side of the ocean.

But this is a rare accidental situation.

If the portal really fails, it will most likely eject a bunch of things that are cut into smooth fragments by space. Or the teleported object will appear directly under the ground and be crushed to death, or fall to death in the sky, and so on.

So this thing is still used internally by warlocks, or by people with resources, in emergency situations as a last resort.

Of course, since it is a portal formed by magic, magic can naturally be used to deliberately disrupt it and interfere with the space and magic structure inside the portal.

Lan En's sense of danger made him feel something was wrong the moment he stretched out his hand.

The sorceress who was maintaining the portal soon felt the internal disturbance.

Now, it is clear what this magic mark with unknown effect is used for.

".FUCK!!!"

Dijkstra, wrapped in a blanket, suddenly kicked the stool he was sitting on away in anger.

The sound of stools rolling and colliding echoed in the empty dance hall.

"Scared!" The fluffy ball was originally squatting on a stool, wagging its tail leisurely, and was startled by the sudden movement.

"What are the recent shipping routes and wind directions to Novigrad?" The spy's face was still livid after venting his anger, but he turned to the king and asked, "If my ship leaves today! Right now! How long do I expect it will take to get back to Novigrad?!"

"It took you four weeks to get here. The weather and ocean currents have been worse lately. It will take at least six weeks!"

Not only Dijkstra, but even Istrade's face turned pale when he answered the questions, and he clenched his teeth so tightly that the masseter muscles on both sides of his face bulged.

The two of them were exchanging various information urgently and hastily as if the world was suddenly about to end, mostly about how to quickly return to Novigrad from Long Exeter.

But obviously, only a few of the people present could keep up with the king and the spy's thinking. The rest looked at them in confusion.

"You still don't understand?!" The king looked at Xi'er who was thoughtful and Coen who was completely confused, and said with a smile in his anger.

"The assassination attempt was to kill me, but what did the assassin say at the end? 'The most important target has run into the blade itself'! Him! Leaving this damn magic mark on him! Is their most important target!"

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Huh~" He sighed excitedly at first, but then his expression turned cold and hard, as if he accepted the reality.

"The war is about to begin." King Kovir stated as if it was a fact. "The truce is over."

"What?" Cohen asked, blinking. "How is this possible? The weather isn't warm enough yet, is it? And the Nilfgaardians' logistics routes are also..."

"Only the Nilfgaardians know what their current situation is! But this..." Istrade pointed at Lan's wrist and said calmly and rationally, "is already a signal to start a war."

"Isolate him in faraway Kovir, and use this time to let the dust settle! Now that this thing appears on his wrist, it's equivalent to starting the war!"

"No matter how far the Nilfgaardians' war preparations have progressed, or whether they are complete or not, things have already begun!"

The empty ballroom was silent for a moment, with only the sound of Dijkstra's anxious pacing echoing.

The king and the spy shared their experiences and wisdom, but these experiences and wisdom were like a sledgehammer that hit the other two people hard in the heart, causing them to unconsciously become nervous.

"What preparations have they made? What gave them the confidence to think that the war could be resolved in less than a month?"

Istrada seemed to have regained his composure and sat in the chair, but his hands on his knees were tapping his knees quickly and anxiously with his knuckles.

Dijkstra used a cold and hard emotion to force himself to be rational: "Don't test my opinion, Your Majesty. Your spies are no less capable than Redania. How the hell can I know what you don't know?! Now that things have come to this, think about what to do!"

"Magic!" Dijkstra's roar seemed to remind the king. Istrada turned his eyes to the only sorceress present. "Ms. Tanshavier, your magical attainments are well-known in the courts of various countries. If you do it, how long will it take to remove this spell?"

"I..." The sorceress swallowed, walked over to Lan and held up his wrist, "I need to take a look first."

Even though Xier Tanshaweier was outstanding and famous among the sorcerers, he was still at a high level in the secular circle.

But now a series of sudden changes followed one after another, first the cultists and ratmen in the city's sewers, and then the assassination attempt on the king!

Right now, the truce of the war that has engulfed the continent has ended! The war has resumed! The cause of the war will happen in front of me in just a few minutes!
This unprecedented feeling of being swept up in the tide of history is simply breathtaking!
Even a sorceress of her level now felt her head going numb, her mentality and thoughts were in a mess.

"This magic. Oh!"

Sire Tanshavier uttered a low groan.

But the spy, the king, and even the witcher all had their mouths twitching, without any joy on their faces.

Because this low hum does not mean sudden enlightenment. On the contrary, this sound is more likely to appear in some private and ambiguous occasions than in public.

Lan En raised his hand slightly, freeing himself from the armor and avoiding direct contact with the sorceress.

"This kind of magic," the usually serious sorceress said with a little embarrassment, but she quickly adjusted herself, "is not complicated, but it is quite unfamiliar. I think I will need half a month."

"How about we get on the boat together?" Dijkstra said simply, as if he hadn't heard anything just now. "We'll prepare for both situations. We'll rush south by sea while removing the spell on the boat!"

"This is magic research. It's strict and precise space magic." The sorceress looked at the spy seriously, "Researching on a bumpy sea? Do you think I'm doing carpentry and seal carving? Or do you want to tear the whole ship apart?"

The argument started and made everyone more agitated.

In the end, the cold reality calmed everyone down.

"That's it! Lan, you stay in Long Exeter and wait for the spell to be lifted." Dijkstra pressed his bald head hard, his tone heavy. "After comparing, this is the fastest way."

In the current situation, the sea route is faster than the land route, and magic is faster than anything else.

Therefore, the more urgent and dangerous the situation was, the more Lan En had to stay here.

"I'm fine." But most of the anxious people didn't realize that Lan En, who was under a spell and couldn't enter the portal, was the one with the calmest reaction at this time. "What about you? Are you saying that you're leaving today?"

Dijkstra sniffed as he wrapped himself in a blanket. "Not only am I leaving today, I'm also planning to leave directly through the portal. The war has already begun, and time waits for no one!"

"You want to go directly to Novigrad through the portal?" Xier frowned and said, "I do have the coordinates of Novigrad, but you are not afraid."

"Discovered?" The spy snorted coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, the fight has already begun! Bringing aid back with real weapons is much more important than keeping it secret. The situation before the fight was one, and now it is another. Please help me open the door."

The sorceress chanted a spell, and the portal that had just been closed opened again.

But just when Dijkstra wanted to get over there quickly, Lan En, who had been silent beside him, asked.

"Dijkstra?"

"What? If there's something, let's talk about it right away."

"Based on your experience," Lan asked, tilting his head, "how long do you think it will take for the Nilfgaardians to confirm that I'm under a curse and then take action?"

"It will only take a day to confirm the news. If they want to settle the matter within a few weeks, including the mobilization of troops, then it will take three days, or four days at most. What's the matter?"

"Four days." Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, and he first murmured and repeated the answer, and then responded, "No, nothing."

(End of this chapter)