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In another tent, Duny met his Pavetta. Her gray hair was still soft, and her emerald green eyes looked at the black armored soldiers fiercely, as if to devour them alive.

However, the moment these eyes saw Duny, all the emotions inside turned into tenderness. Pavetta stood up at once, she was not restrained from personal freedom. She rushed over and hugged Donny tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh, Donnie, are you all right? They didn't take you down...? Wait, what's up with your face?"

Pavetta caressed his high swollen right cheek distressedly, and her gaze became like a wolf again, sweeping the face of Torres who led him into the tent.

In the past, Torres would not hesitate to show this woman a little color. But now he just shook his head.

"According to our agreement, Donnie. I'll let you and your wife leave, but you have to go back and tell the black-robed mage...he must let us retreat in peace." Torres spit out this sentence, sullenly. I didn't even bother to pretend to be calm or cover up my emotions.

The bearing that belonged to the emperor disappeared from him, as did the city government and scheming.

There is only pure exhaustion in Torres' heart now - he has been planning for so long, starting from the moment of usurping the throne, everything is just to win Sintra today so that he can continue to expand, but he did not expect that it would end in this way .

For a while, he couldn't even think of a reason to continue to live, maybe it would be one to bring his soldiers back to the empire. But Torres could almost foresee that when he returned to the empire, the nobles who had complained about him, and even resented him, would mock him at the council meeting.

Is this my destiny? Defeat by a goddamn mage who came out of nowhere? My army didn't even really fight the Sintras...

His unwillingness was accurately captured by Donny who turned around, but he didn't say much. The arrogance in the tent earlier disappeared, and only calm remained. Duny took Pavetta's hand and shielded her behind him, his tongue resting on the loose back molar again.

He said: "Don't worry, the black-robed mage is a trustworthy person. As long as you abide by the agreement, he will not tear up the treaty. But the premise is that you must let me and Pavetta leave here safely."

"...Give them two horses and let them go. No one is allowed to stop them."

Torres rubbed his eyebrows, gave the order, and then left the tent.

The black armored soldiers didn't intend to do anything to them, and one of them walked up to them and said in common language with a heavy accent: "Please come with me."

"I speak Nilfgaardian."

The soldier looked at him with a sudden contemptuous smile, and said, still in his heavily accented Common language, "Come with me."

"Respect my husband!" Pavetta looked at the soldier seriously. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"A traitor." The soldier shrugged lightly. "Help the enemy against the traitors of your own country."

"You are invading."

Seeing him talk so much, Duny didn't leave in a hurry. He pressed Pavetta's palm, motioning her to calm down. He then said: "The Sintras have lived in this land for hundreds of years, and the Nilfgaardians are the invaders. Find this out and talk to me, soldier. And, you really should thank me. "

He took a deep look at the soldier: "The consequence of the war must be the demise of Nilfgaard—you don't know the reason, but I do. That's the most fundamental difference between us. Not because of blood, not because of blood. Because of my status. But because I'm smarter than you."

The soldier's face turned blue and white, and his companion soon came over to pull him away, and then a different person took them to the stable.

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At this time, He Shenyan had come to the palace in Sintra. The movements of the Nilfgaardians did not hide from his eyes, and in half an hour, Duny and Pavetta, who were safe and sound, would return to the palace. He didn't want to meet them, it would make the scene a little awkward.

The couple had been traveling for many years and had seen Ciri only a handful of times, perhaps because of Accidental Law, they didn't see Ciri as their child in the bottom of their hearts—at least not a close one.

Relationships also need to be maintained, and for Ciri, she actually doesn't have much affection for this couple who travels all day long. After all, they haven't seen many faces since they were young.

The mage started the little trick to hide the sense of existence, and walked all the way to the east tower of the palace. Ciri's bedroom is here.

It is worth mentioning that she originally lived in the next room of Calanthe. But this little girl has fallen in love with the feeling of living in a high-rise since she visited Kyle Morhan once, so under her strong request (soft grinding and hard foaming), Calanthe had to agree to Ciri living alone in the east tower .

He Shenyan put his hand lightly on the door handle of the tower door, and the two rows of soldiers standing guard seemed to have not noticed this at all, still dutifully standing guard. The door was pushed open by him and made a creaking sound, and the interior decoration made the mage unable to help showing a smile.

Ciri's hobbies...are generally different from girls her age.

The first floor of the tower is a parlour - it was supposed to be a parlour. Now it's become a display stand for weapons and armor, with fifteen training swords for her height on the shelf, and then some leather and studded soft armor that she can't wear at all.

There is absolutely no furniture, not even a carpet. Next to the display stand four wooden figurines for training, slashed and bruised. He Shenyan turned his eyes to the stairs, he lightly paced and walked up the stairs little by little.

Where he walked, the torches lit up out of thin air.

The mage came to the second floor. Compared to the first floor, it was much more normal here—well, it wasn't very normal.

It's a study here, but judging by the type of books, it's up to the mark. He Shenyan saw a magazine from Novigrad thrown on the ground. The open page introduced the new furniture styles that were popular this year.

A desk was placed inside, relatively low, obviously used by Ciri. There were a dozen heavy hardcover books piled up on it, and some scattered papers with all kinds of words written on them.

The mage picked up one and watched it carefully.

"On the 7.5th, my grandmother asked me to learn how to weave again today. She said that if a girl can't learn how to sew clothes for her husband, she can't get married. I don't want to get married. And I prefer the feeling of wielding a sword."

Under this sentence, she drew a humble little man with messy hair, wearing riding boots, and holding two swords in his hands, looking very arrogant. There's even a note next to it: me (grown up).

what.

He Shenyan couldn't help but smile, and then he looked down.

"Geralt said that he was not a white-headed knight, as if I would believe it. I am not a fool. I asked the maids to help me find the report of the year. After hearing the description, I knew it was him! White hair, carrying two swords on his back. , a pair of cat eyes. I can't believe Geralt was still so angry, maybe because he was younger then?"

"What would he look like when he was young? He is already handsome now, will he be even more handsome when he is young?"

......Very good, seeing this is basically the normal thinking that a little girl should have, and she is imaginative. If she has been thinking about how to train herself, I would have to worry about her psychological problems.

The next few lines are much more boring, and they are basically all thoughts about the current life. For example, she hates eating green vegetables, the chef keeps serving her sweet and greasy desserts, she is always required to wear a skirt but she prefers to wear tight trousers and so on.

The mage put it down gently, and at this time, he noticed that there was a drawer in the desk. With a slight movement of his fingers, the drawer popped open on its own, and what appeared in front of him was a drawing board and a few pictures piled up.

The painter is obviously not very skilled, but he is able to grasp the main points of a person's demeanor. For example, the picture that says Vesemir makes him a hundred years older, but his demeanor is very accurate, especially the big rosacea.

And then there was Geralt, the witcher in an irritated look, wearing an apron, a rag in his hand, and a paragraph written next to it. "Ciri, I just dragged the ground!"

Triss, the red-haired sorceress is smiling, her face is gentle, her red hair is dazzling like a flame. Below her is Yennefer's, with black hair fluttering in the wind, purple eyes mysterious and charming, and a smile on his lips.

He flipped through them one by one, and soon saw his own portrait. Unexpectedly, Ciri made this picture very special.

There are no specific characters, and nothing else, just a pair of eyes.

Black, looking forward calmly and sullenly. Other than that, nothing else. He Shenyan put down the paper in his hand. He didn't choose to disturb Ciri, a child of this age must have enough sleep time.

He just wanted to leave her a present.

He Shenyan came to the window and opened the curtains. The stars in the night sky had returned to their original positions, but the moon was still bright.

He opened the window, stretched out his hand, a touch of moonlight was pulled down, and the magic power condensed into drawing paper in the air. Yuehua, as a paint, quickly and spontaneously shines on the drawing paper. He Shenyan stretched out his hand a little more, and a touch of night-like color was picked from the sky by him and condensed between his fingers.

The wizard threw it on the canvas, and the silhouette of a young girl quickly emerged on it. With her back to the audience, her gray hair was no longer messy, but cut neatly short. Wearing a fitted leather armor, she stood valiantly with two swords on her back, standing in the middle of the woods.

Her hair was shining because it was the color of the moon.

He Shenyan stretched out his hand again and left a sentence on it with his finger.

"Good evening, Ciri."

His figure gradually dissipated, turning into a floating point of light that dissipated from the tower's window and drifted into the distance. At this time, the girl who was sleeping on the third floor began to smile.

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