The Witcher: Make Witcher Great Again

Chapter 94 Are you serious?

A city appeared before Triss.

Surrounded by high walls, it has steep spires and glittering tops.

On the other side of the city is the sea. The gray-green sea surface reflects the morning sunlight, with white sails scattered among it.

That was Gos Velen.

The capital of the Temeria province of Velen.

Triss's destination, Aretuza Academy, is in Gos Velen.

The team entering the city formed a long line in front of the city gate.

But Triss sat upright in the saddle and trotted forward.

The guards at the city gate noticed the sorceress and immediately let her through.

And use the spear to hit those who stubbornly refuse to move or move too slowly.

"This way, this way, your Excellency," a guard called out.

He only dared to look up at the sorceress, then quickly lowered his head, then turned and shouted at the people queuing at the city gate: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, you country bumpkins!"

The captain of the guards, who had been hiding in the guard room, heard the noise outside and walked out with a gloomy face.

"You bastards, you can't even do anything right. Is it that hard to get those country bumpkins to line up? Do you really need me to watch over such a trivial matter?"

The captain of the guard's curse words instantly disappeared the moment he saw Triss.

His face immediately turned red, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and then he quickly bowed deeply.

"My lady, I humbly welcome you to Goth Velen," he mumbled, then straightened his back and gave his most ingratiating smile.

"I am at your service... How may I be of service? Do you require an escort? A guide? Do you require me to find someone for you?"

"That's unnecessary." Triss straightened up in the saddle and looked down at him.

He didn't care about his previous cursing, nor did he intend to discipline his men on behalf of Lord Visserad of Velen, who shouldn't leave his post and drink while on duty.

This should have been Viseralad's own responsibility and obligation.

She simply said in a calm tone, "I'm going to Thanedd Island."

"Of course, ma'am. Yes, ma'am."

The captain of the guard and his men hurriedly made way.

"Thank you." The sorceress spurred her horse forward, and the guards bowed as she passed.

The island of Thanedd is located in the bay northwest of Goth Velen and was built by the elves using magic.

This is a field that belongs exclusively to warlocks.

The island houses a school for sorceresses, the Aretuza Academy, which is connected to Goth Velen by a bridge.

From a distance, Thanedd Island looks like a giant stone pillar protruding from the waves.

A huge ziggurat surrounds the spiral path.

The winding ladders and platforms are submerged in the green forest and garden.

Among the greenery, there are towering white towers, stones like swallow necks, and a dome building surrounded by galleries.

It looks like it was carved out of this mountain that rises from the sea.

At the top of the island is the Seagull Tower, Laura, which has a portal inside.

However, the portal to the Seagull Tower is usually closed, mainly to protect the academy.

For the same reason, a distortion blockade mechanism is usually activated on the island of Shannid at all times.

Anyone who arrives on Thaned Island without the permission of the Dean of Aretuza College will be teleported into a dungeon paved with demonic metal the moment the portal is opened.

Therefore, Triss had no choice but to open a portal outside Gos Velen and then ride over on horseback.

After entering the island of Thanedd, thanks to Triss's dual identities as sorceress and royal advisor, she had a smooth journey and arrived directly at the dean's office.

She opened the door and walked in.

Margarita Laux Antille, the dean of Aretuza Academy, looked up from her desk.

"Isn't this our esteemed royal advisor? Triss, how did you find yourself back here? Let me guess, could it be that King Foltest feels that just one sorceress is enough in his court?"

Triss smiled back, "Of course not. It's nice to meet you, Rita."

Margarita stood up, walked over and circled around Triss.

"I really envy you. Look at me. I'm either wiping the noses of crying kids or battling rude and disrespectful students."

Triss's eyes followed Margarita around her.

"What can I do? It was Tissaia who chose you to take over her job. By the way, do you know where Tissaia is? What's that look in your eyes?"

Margarita smiled. "I seem to smell something suspicious. You came looking for Tishaya right after you came back. What's the matter? Or are you in trouble?"

Triss shook her head.

"Neither, I just want to ask her for a favor."

"Help? That means you're in trouble."

Margarita returned to her dean's office chair and sat down.

She crossed one leg over the other knee and said, "Tell me, Triss. I am the dean of a prestigious magic academy in the north and a high-ranking sorceress appointed by Tissaia. How can I help you?"

"You can't," Triss added quickly before the other party jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, "I want to ask Tissaia to cast an extension spell for me."

"Isn't it just a stretching spell? Why would that serious lady with a long face and pedantic way of correcting everything need it? Why can't I do it?"

"No, I need a permanent extension spell, and the interior space cannot be smaller than a villa."

Margarita's smile froze.

She opened her mouth wide - although this seemed a bit inappropriate for the dean, who always maintained a gentle and elegant temperament in front of students.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Triss? A constant extension spell, and a space as big as a villa? What do you want to do?"

She suddenly seemed to have thought of something and looked at Triss suspiciously: "Wait, are you in love with someone else?"

Triss's face froze as if something had hit her heart.

She had no choice but to put on a straight face and say, "This is none of your business."

A smile returned to Margarita's face.

But this smile was like the mischievous smile that one of them would have when they were still students and one of them found the diary that the other had secretly hidden.

"I didn't deny it right away. Triss Merigold, a top student at Aretuza Academy and King Foltest's royal advisor... could actually fall hopelessly in love with someone else."

"And judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be just playing around."

"Other sorceresses only play around, but you're serious about it."

(End of this chapter)