A fantastical journey across the heavens, beginning with the Witcher.

As night deepened, a full moon hung high in the night sky.

The sea breeze blowing from the west, carrying a salty and damp scent, swept over the city walls, through the streets and alleys, and into the castle. The wind was sticky and mixed with a faint earthy smell.

Wearing only a thin shirt, Li De climbed onto the castle roof, casually found a flat stone surface to lie down, his back pressed against the cool stone bricks, and looked up at the starry sky. The night breeze seemed to soothe some of the pain in his body.

With the city besieged by war, the entire city of Sintra was immersed in fear and uncertainty, and few people had the leisure to look up at the stars.

Only he had a broad mind, finding a moment of peace amidst the oppression.

After an unknown amount of time, she heard light footsteps behind her. Olivia quietly climbed onto the roof and sat down beside Li De, smoothing out her robes that had been ruffled by the sea breeze.

She didn't speak, but they just gazed at the night sky together. The sea breeze ruffled their hair, and their thoughts were also a little chaotic.

After a long silence, Olivia turned her head and looked at the Witcher's profile. She had to admit that even among the handsome men and beautiful women of the Elven race, Li De's appearance was worthy of praise.

It's this face that's so enigmatic.

"I've never understood what kind of person you really are."

"When we were attacked by the Wild Hunt, the magical contract did not stipulate that you had to protect everyone's safety, but you insisted on fighting the Wild Hunt to the death to protect us, dragging it out until all the elves withdrew, and even personally destroyed the portal base."

Olivia's voice was soft, but every word was sincere.

"In that village too, you could have just stood by and watched, but you still stepped in to stop it; you clearly didn't like torturing people, but you insisted on playing some perverted game with a murderer. Before the murderer could break down, you couldn't help but stop and gave him a quick death."

She paused, looking at the flickering lights outside the city, then turned to look at Li De:

"Now, you're helping Sintra defend the city and hold off Nilfgaard's army. This city and these people have nothing to do with you. You could have stayed out of it, so why drag yourself into this deadly situation and end up injured?"

After a moment of silence, Olivia spoke softly, her tone firm and sincere: "You... are a good person."

Upon hearing this, Li De couldn't help but chuckle; he'd been given the "friend zone" treatment.

If this were on Earth, a woman saying this to a man would most likely be a consolation after rejecting his confession of love.

But at this time and in this environment, it's truly commendable.

Li De's eyes were briefly lost for a moment, then quickly cleared as his experiences from his two past lives flashed through his mind, before finally settling into a state of calm.

Having witnessed too much bloodshed and slaughter, I understand the fragility of life; having seen too much suffering in chaotic times, I am unwilling to see innocent people suffer needlessly.

If I had to give an explanation, there's no other reason. I'll help whoever I want!

"I can't call myself a good person. In places you can't see, I've killed quite a few people."

"Then they must have gotten what they deserved." Olivia had never even met those people, yet she readily labeled them, her tone full of trust.

"Haha, great minds think alike."

I slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, the sky was terribly overcast.

Li De removed the bandages from his body and saw that the wounds, which were still red and swollen yesterday, had completely subsided. The cuts made by the armor plates had all scabbed over. With a rub of his fingers, the scabs fell off completely, revealing the light pink new flesh underneath.

Last night, under the beautiful moonlight and starry sky, he finished another bottle of herbal decoction.

Hmm... Mahakam spirits are in the ingredients, so who says that decocting medicine doesn't count as a beverage?

With the addition of the Druid's ointment, it's no surprise that the recovery is faster.

Before long, Mossak carried the repaired armor into the side hall and handed it to Li De.

The parts damaged by the explosion were carefully repaired and replaced, making them look brand new. Even the somewhat worn belts were all replaced with new ones.

The surface of the nail plate was carefully coated with a layer of wax, which shimmered under the gloomy light, so bright that it could reflect a person's image.

Li De took the armor, skillfully put it on, and walked towards the outer city with his long sword slung over his shoulder.

As soon as they arrived at the table where the council was being held, they saw Calanther frowning, looking at the city defense map with a troubled expression.

Her eyes were dark and her pupils were bloodshot, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept all night.

His adjutant was in no better shape, looking exhausted.

To be honest, before the demon hunters turned the tide, their initial plan was to use a portion of their forces to defend the outer city and buy time, while they would lead the remaining elite troops to defend the inner city.

In other words, the two have decided to abandon the outer city.

But Li De's feat of forcefully retaking the city gate gave them a glimmer of hope in defending the outer city, putting them in a dilemma.

"Your Majesty, how should we arrange the defenses of the city walls? We lost many men in yesterday's fire. If we send more people to guard the walls today, Nilfgaard will definitely launch another oil tank fire attack. At that time, we will be defeated without the enemy even needing to attack the city."

"But if we don't defend the city walls, it would be like giving back all of yesterday's gains, which is really hard to accept."

Calanther tapped his fingertips on the table, unable to make up his mind.

"Move all the combustibles to the top of the city walls."

A cold voice suddenly interrupted their discussion.

Caranser and his adjutant turned around simultaneously to look at Li De, who was walking briskly towards them, somewhat surprised: "Why?"

"You're just worried about the enemy using fire. This time, you don't need them to set fires. You can light the fires first. If the defenders can't get up there, Nilfgaard will be even less likely to get up there."

The adjutant weighed the available supplies on hand, a bitter expression on his face.

"It's a good idea, but there isn't enough wood. We demolished a lot of houses yesterday, and even if we replaced all the other houses with wood today, it still wouldn't be enough."

"You don't need to keep burning it."

Li De glanced at the gloomy sky and spoke with certainty.

"The air smells very earthy, and it will rain heavily in half a day at most. Once the rain falls, the fire wall will be extinguished by itself. Then we can send troops to defend the city without worrying about the oil bombs, which can only be ignited by an open flame."

After hearing this, the two men's eyes lit up.

"We will do as you say."

Calanther immediately gave the order: "Send the order to send all the timber and oil to the city walls. When the war starts, we'll set it on fire ourselves without them having to resort to any tricks!"

Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the Nilfgaardian military tent remained tense.

The sorceress leaned back in her chair, carefully examining a round copper ball.

Various magical materials and drawn array diagrams were scattered on the table. The core patterns of the anti-magic array had been outlined and were ready to be transported to the battlefield for deployment.

Inspection complete. As expected of her work, it's perfect!

After tossing the bronze ball to Fisk and explaining how to use it, the sorceress, who hadn't slept all night, could finally get a good night's sleep.