The Divine Hunter

Vizima Palace.

Luxurious and delicate crystal magic lamp sprinkles dreamy light.

In front of a rectangular table covered with intricate and elegant patterned tablecloths.

With a crown on his head and a red cloak, Foltest sat in the main seat, his strong muscles bulging high under his white shirt, his back straight, and he looked extremely energetic.

He rested his chin with one hand and tapped lightly on the table with the other.

Under the thick short brown hair, the face with hard lines is gloomy and tangled, the bright eyes are looming, and there are still some untreated green stubble on the chin.

Another woman in a white dress, with long and narrow eyes, a sharp nose, and angular lips, took a sip of her tea.

"What's your plan? Amer Mountain has already sent back a report that Nilfgaard's troops are definitely more than 20,000 people, and they are still increasing... and the goddess's prophecy and the diary of Kayla's advisor, Proof - a Sintra can't fill its belly."

"If we sit back and let Nilfgaard attack and take Sintra."

Yada tightened her face and said worriedly,

"It can use that natural port as a stronghold to launch a tentative attack on the north bank of the Yaruga River, your territory!"

"For the sake of the entire kingdom, you should think about it as soon as possible!"

"Yada, how did I tell you before, Nilfgaard is ambitious, not only Temeria is threatened, but Aedirn is also in crisis. I have sent a warning letter to Demavid. , we will make a decision after he replies."

The king gave his daughter a charming smile, which quickly faded, "Try to mention your goddess in front of me as little as possible in the future. I respect the foresight she has shown, and I am grateful for her willingness to tell me the prophecy regardless of previous suspicions. But Temeria And Vizima doesn't belong to her, understand?"

"I have already paid her enough - in the Vijima Lake District, she can preach unimpeded in the surrounding villages, as long as it does not violate the law and public morals, but only in this area, do not expand outward, and do not try Enter Vizima City. This is my bottom line, don't go over it."

"Of course, if the goddess is willing to assist Temeria in this war, it is another matter."

"I understand." Princess Temeria sighed.

Madam Vivian would never join the war rashly, she changed the subject, "But you only contacted one Aedirn? Kaldwin and Redania didn't notify? Only by uniting all the forces in the north can we compete with the army of Nilfgaard. !"

"Yada, don't focus all your time on religious affairs. You are a princess, and you should be a little bit politically sensitive." With a hint of admonition, "The specific strength of Nilfgaard's forces has not been verified..."

"If the prophecy of your goddess comes true, it will destroy Sintra... We don't need to remind us, Vizmir II and Henselt will naturally send a large army to help!" The king's voice turned, his face gloomy,

"However, the strength shown by Nilfgaard is not crushing, and it is a little bit difficult to perform, and it cannot make the entire northern region feel a huge threat... Then our nightmare is here."

"Temeria will be a real shield, while Nilfgaard's northern expedition... we must also be careful about Redania and Kaldwin stabbing in the back, especially Kaldwin, his outstanding martial artist. King Henselt is really not a man of faith."

Yada's pretty face tightened and she pondered for a while.

"So, they can't be counted on in a short time?"

"We can try a little," Foltest stared at his daughter and shook his head slightly disappointedly, "I have instructed Triss and consultants Kyra to contact Philippa Earhart of Redania, and Keira. Sabina Greiwigig of Devin..."

"The position of the Warlocks Association tends to unite the entire north to drive away the invaders. After all, the 'noble' spellcasters are more willing to be partners of the Royal Council than servants who cannot help themselves."

"These two strong advisers will probably help to speak."

Yada folded her temples and red hair, pursed her thin lips,

"If the other three countries are short-sighted and refuse to send troops, will Temeria support Sintra?"

"The goddess sent you to persuade me?"

"This is my own idea..." Yada slenderly wrapped her fingers together, "I always have an uneasy feeling that Nilfgaard must never be allowed to succeed."

Foltest squeezed his fist. Before, he didn't know much about the enemy, and he could deceive himself, but now, if he sits and ignores it, he will become an out-and-out stupor.

After all, Sintra is almost at its feet, and if it suffers, it will be Temeria first.

"I will help, for the sake of Temeria, and for the reputation of the entire kingdom...but we have to wait patiently." Voltest said succinctly, "Wait for Sintra to come to the door and make an exchange of benefits."

"According to the worst plan first, all the reinforcements we sent were damaged, and Sintra made compensation in advance."

"But haven't you already declined an invitation to a meeting?"

"Trust me, there will be a second wave of envoys, Calanthe and East are already standing on the edge of the cliff, with no way out!"

...

"Z-"

The villa next to the Vizima Palace, in a boudoir with dark red sheets, gauze, and curtains.

Triss Merigold, who was wearing a blue silk tube top dress with star dots, with red hair tied behind her head, stroked the telescope lightly.

The bright yellow magical light flashed away on the prismatic mirror surface.

Immediately afterwards, the water-blue light curtain lit up, and a sorceress leaned over her cheek. Her facial features were masculine and rigid, with slightly wider jaws, eyes, nose, and mouth than other sorceresses. Some are unremarkable, with black hair tied in two braids over his shoulders, and a white lace collar standing from the shoulders to the back of the neck.

A light tight brown leather skirt, boldly revealing two arms, and a broad chest and a plump figure.

She stared at the contact person in front of the telescopic mirror with bright eyes.

"Wow, my little Triss, I finally remembered me," Philippa gave the sorceress a kiss in the air, her black eyes with aggressive enthusiasm, "How did you do it in Vizima? Still used to that side life?"

"Ms. Philippa, it's a pleasure to meet you, thank you for your concern." Triss sat behind the dimly lit desk, smiled softly at her, her eyes flashed with a hint of fear, "I'm all right..."

"I caught it, little Triss..." Philippa laughed, her white teeth flashing between her lips painted with bright lipstick, "I'm not a man-eating monster, please don't look at me with that kind of eyes. I...you should understand, I never force anyone, everyone enjoys it and everyone gets what they want."

"And the past is over, unless someone wants to relive their old dreams, giggles!" Her hand brushed the delicate skin on her chest boldly, and giggled, "Okay, stop teasing you, tell me what you're here for!"

Triss patted her hot cheeks, her chest rose and fell, and she made an obvious exhalation motion, "His Majesty Foltest asked me to contact you... It's mainly about the military situation over Amer Mountain."

"I've heard a little bit, and I heard that the people in the south are aggressive." Philippa nodded her chin and said with emotion, "The poor lioness of Calanthe has a lot to do. For a long time in the future, she will be very busy. They will all be devastated.”

"I'm afraid it's much more than that..." Triss played with the heart-shaped pendant around her neck, and told the other person the diary and what the Foltest scout saw.

With a slightly provocative expression, Philippa quickly became serious, "Amer Mountain, the black sun flag stretches against the wind...more than 20,000 troops."

"This is very important news...Xiao Te, thank you for your reminder," she smiled sincerely, "I also understand your concerns, and I agree with both hands - must not allow those southern barbarians and southern warlocks to invade Our territory, break the rules set by the Brotherhood of Warlocks!"

"I will try my best to persuade Wizmir, but with the suspicion of His Majesty the King, he will definitely send a royal spy to go to Amer to check it out in person. Even if the spy has verified the news... From what I know about him, things haven't gotten to the point of burning his ass. Zmir won't move."

"Do your best." Triss sighed. "And... the Brotherhood..."

Triss and Keira were still young, less than fifty years old, and their qualifications were shallow.

"I understand, I will inform the five Excellencies of the Association of Talents and Skills... Tishaya, Hen Gedimidis, Wingfords - making plans in advance to deal with the power machine is also the responsibility of the Warlock Brotherhood! "

Philippa put her hands on her hips and solemnly warned, "Xiao Te, you are only across a river from Sintra, pay attention to your own safety, don't rush up rashly!"

"Thank you for your concern." Triss nodded, but a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes, and she exchanged a few words absentmindedly before turning off the telescope.

...

Not long after, Keira in a cool tulle dress came over.

"Darling, how's the battle on your side? That slut from Sabina said out loud that Henselt wouldn't let him go to bed for a month if he didn't agree to send troops. I'm afraid she won't be able to take it for three days." Keira shook her head. "But I think it's better not to put your hopes on Kaldwin, it's too far away."

"Ms. Philippa is not optimistic... In short, we will report to Your Majesty after receiving the answer."

The two sorceresses chatted for a while about the situation in the north, arm in arm.

"Don't talk about these troubles, why haven't I seen you contact that savior recently." Keira pursed her glittering lips maliciously, and caressed the other's peach-soft cheeks with her delicate hands.

Triss bowed her head in shame.

Damn Mandrake, thinking of the gaffes in the past, she can't wait to dig a hole and get in, she actually showed that kind of madness to a man she hadn't seen a few times, and she didn't have the slightest sense of shame. He looks like a decent man, and doesn't care at all.

She suppressed the inexplicable disappointment in her heart and took a deep breath.

Now she has no time to think wildly, and all her energy must be devoted to the upcoming kingdom war!