The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Francesca coughed slightly.

"Human wars, wars between humans and non-humans, **** race wars have been depleting lives in the North. A society full of contradictions and racial hatred will never advance. We must find a way to solve it, and as soon as possible."

"So what's our conclusion?" Fringeira interlaced her hands and put them on her chest.

"Human society is a tree. We must trim the festering part of it to ensure that this part does not affect the growth of the entire tree. Protect the good nobles and kings, and kill the bad, mediocre fools." Feili There was no hesitation in Ba's voice.

Triss and Kayla showed unexpected expressions. The other witches looked at each other, or kept quiet. Francesca's blue eyes rolled up and her nose wrinkled, but no one knew what she was thinking.

"We need a stone, a tool that can break the lifeless pool." Philippa looked around every witch in the room. "Then we will build a country ruled by long-lived sages, a country composed entirely of civilians, craftsmen, and merchants of different races, a country where you only need to care about the farmer's ideas without worrying about offending the nobles. In the chaotic water pool, This will be a sign that will guide the reform of the North."

"Where?" Schell asked. "Location."

"The junction of Aden and Mahakam." Philippa took a deep breath. "The latest tax bill announced by Dermavin took away the last pair of farmers' pants. Hundreds of farmers and bankrupt craftsmen set off a rebellion in the western part of Loukma, declaring that they would no longer accept any orders from Van Geborg. Passionate and hate Demavin and the jesters around him, and no nobleman will support them."

"They lack leaders." Schill said. "Then it will be defeated soon. Fifty knights and their retinues, several charges on the plains will make them howl and regret why they didn't take their women's skirts for tax credit."

"So we have to give them a leader." Philippa said flatly. "A perfect, ideal, fair, passionate and ideal saint. They will not accept a general or a young nobleman, but a beautiful and perfect young woman will make them happy to follow. There has never been a lack of leadership in history. The fanatical crowd is marching towards a victorious woman."

"Squint eyes, missing teeth, and acne scars on the face are usually difficult to evoke people, or as a banner and admirer." Fringeira rolled her eyes. "It's a cruel reality."

"But where can we find such a brave young woman? At the age of thirteen, most girls will be stuffed into a strange man’s bed by their parents, who have just received the gift money, and then spend the whole day in the bed. The kitchen and laundry room are running around." Fringeira pointed out the most difficult point. "And keep her young and beautiful not to fade with the years, otherwise people's confidence will disappear like the sun set in the western mountains. As far as I know, even if some girls have the idea of ​​resistance, they will be in gold. Enticed to rebel against a richer man in bed."

"In fact, there is already a young woman helping the farmers. She is a good leader, but she is too naive. All she needs is our advice and help."

"Who?" Triss asked curiously.

"Saqiyasas."

"Weird name."

"She is a dragon."

The other witches were silent for a while, and even the blue mountain sage who closed his eyes and meditated couldn't help but open his eyes, revealing an expression of interest.

"Can you get in touch with the Dragon Race?" Francesca suddenly asked. "Dragons are willing to help you?"

"Who knows." Philippa spread her left hand. "I met her once, she is indeed a dragon, and can use magic to transform herself into a human form."

"If there is a dragon willing to participate in our plan, then we have only one trouble left." Schell said coldly. "Demavin. Abandoned the kingdom during the war and fled, and after winning, he came back to search and lead the people again. Without the courage and wisdom, he knew how to enjoy himself better than anyone. He hated non-human races and provoked slaughter, but it did not bring benefits to mankind. , What he did humiliated his family, and the powerful Kingdom of Aden was declining in his hands. But the nobles will still support him, and the army will loyal to him, just because he is the king. This necrotic branch should be Be cropped."

"Yes, colleagues." Philippa nodded. "That's why we are here to meet the assassin employed by the Nilfgaard Empire."

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ps: There is a small treasure hunt in Willen, looking for the treasure of Queen Zuleyka, who was the mother of King Corvell at that time

Chapter 1770, the matchmaker behind the scenes

The first drop of rain hit the drain outside the window and melted into an unexpected silence.

"This is a good opportunity, isn't it?" The tall and thin man looked out the window at the foothills soaked in rain, holding a goblet in one hand, and his moose leather jacket was spotless. "Ada married Ladovide, but the bitch's health is getting worse and worse. I doubt that no one can wait until she gives birth to a second boy. Foltest is old, maybe he was still a few years ago. Can climb into the baroness’s bed and let that woman give birth to two wild species, but now, he has no wife, no legal heir, and he will die. I heard that when the first snow fell last year, he was in A new fireplace was added to the castle, and I bet the blizzard made his stiff bones choke."

A thin, bald, high-forehead man with wavy curly hair sighed deeply, grabbed the dinner cup on the table and drank it. "Cursing him, he will be found frozen to death on the bed by the servant the next day. This **** has no sense of honor from the ancient nobility. I am the Prince of Aland. According to the dagger agreement, he has no right to take away my army, let alone. Quan ordered me to do something. Now, I want to dance with his baton like a jester in his court. What a ridiculous thing! Three years ago, it was only because a demon hunter accused me of the white rose knight who swung down. The Tuan colluded with the slave owners in the South and would deprive me of my power. How can he trust those filthy mutants!"

"It's not just you who are dissatisfied with Foltest. Prince Sheward and those in the court who are dissatisfied with Foltest have tightened their voices under his pressure, just waiting for a suitable opportunity." The tall and thin man turned around, and the raindrops slapped on every shutter of the castle, converging into weird sounds. "Foltest is not as strong as he showed. When a group of mutants rioted in his lovely city, he had to use the power of Ladovide to quell the rebellion, and for this he ceded it to Redania. Three villages and towns."

Another person with a sharp voice shouted, his fingers covered with heavy gold rings: "And saying that he missed the **** who slept with his brother, rejected my daughter, turned his head and fell on Luisa's. On the bed, I thought we all knew nothing about it! How rude to reject my daughter! He thought he inherited the Kingdom of Sorden because of his ability and wisdom?! Just because his mother is better than my mother I was born a few months earlier!"

"No, he doesn't think we know nothing, but doesn't care about our opinions and the law at all." When his words were interrupted, the tall and thin man's voice was slightly dissatisfied. "As long as the right opportunity is found, Foltest will find that his throne will not be stronger than a chair made of sand."

"Yes, but Baron Kimber, how long shall we wait?" Prince Sheward muttered dissatisfied. "The army still supports him, and those clutters dare not openly disobey his orders. Natalis is an elm-headed head, and only knows loyalty in his head. As long as he does not object, at least 80% of generals will follow Foltais. Special."

"But what if there is one thing that can keep these generals and governors neutral?" The man in red dress was dressed like a swaggering rooster, allowing him to be clearly seen from dozens of meters away. "What if there is one thing that prevents these generals from intervening? They are not aristocrats, nor are they people of noble blood. They have no right to intervene in the struggle caused by the inheritance of the nobles."

"What do you mean, Earl Edgware?"

"Baron La Valetti died, just last month," said Baron Kimball. "His young son Aryan is an idiot full of knighthood honors. What would he do if he knew that his mother had become the king's lover and gave birth to two illegitimate children?"

"He would definitely deny it." Earl Echvilian rubbed the tip of his nose, and he sneezed when a cold wind came in. "He will deny it, but Foltest must find his illegitimate son back, otherwise, after his death, his throne will be inherited by Ladovide, so once Foltest announces this, it is an insult to Asia. Li'an’s mother is a slut. When conflicts intensify, a small spark can burn dry wood. At that time, Luisa, as a wife who has just lost her husband and whose reputation has been insulted, needs to be able to tell her how The person who has won the rights that should belong to them for his children will not be a person, but the many enthusiastic and righteous nobles of Tamoria."

"I don't want to think about so many unreliable ones." The sharp voice said. "Actually, Foltest found them before he realized that he had to make an illegitimate child as his heir, and then we would support the boy named Balber..."

"Borsey." Baron Kimball corrected.

"Balsey." Echvilian opened his hands. "It's still a ten-year-old child who has not grown up and cannot take on the role of the king. At this time, the power will fall in the hands of the ruling council, which is us. Don't worry about Luisa, that woman is full of charm and sentimentality. , There is no characteristic, as long as we put the heavy crown on her son's head, she will be grateful to us."

"Is it safe here?" Prince Sheward asked suddenly. "Foltest's long nose will reach every corner, and his spy, the blue-clad iron guard, will send news from all over to his desk every day. If he knew in advance that we were here to discuss..."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, let's just say that." Count Edgware patted his thigh. "Unless someone intends to let that bald head sit on Vizima's throne, this little boy named Balsey will definitely become the new king, and now what we have to do is to control him in our hands as soon as possible. It was the nobles of the Royal Council who discussed with the king before making a decision. Foltest has abandoned this meeting for too long. We must tell the future king what he should do to take care of this country."

Prince Sheward took a sip of the wine and stopped his slightly trembling fingers with Tousent's fine wine. "Who will support us? We can't expect those farmers to gather quickly under one order, and those untouchables dare not raise arms against the king. Even if they dare, I will hang them when they have this idea. They, what if these untouchables suddenly raise arms against other nobles? What we need are knights, professional soldiers, and mercenaries."

"There will be seven lords supporting us, and five barons, as well as the land owned by Baron La Valetti, can gather two hundred knights and more than one thousand professional soldiers." Baron Kimber wiped the corners of his mouth. Little stubble. "The castle of Baron La Valetti is only two days away from the city of Vigima. The barons around Vigima will either support us or look on the sidelines. Foltest has no time to mobilize the Maribo army loyal to him from the south. Except... the Earl of Malaville."

"He is a cowardly fellow." Prince Sheward waved his hand. "He didn't dare to resist anyone. I heard that he also allowed non-humans to establish villages in his territory and did not levy non-human taxes on them. His knights had a lot of complaints against him. How many people will fight for him. Don't worry about him, what is our plan?"

"You will assemble at La Valetti Castle to resist Foltest." Baron Kimber said. "And I will lead the troops loyal to me to wait south of Vizima. When you and Foltest get entangled together, I will seize Vizima. At that time, Foltest must accept our request. Give the throne to his **** son."

"When will you act? Foltest is now in Solden, but he will be back next month."

"Then we start acting this month."

Outside the window. The rain was violent and the wind was violent.

The canal filled with rainwater swayed constantly, gray water overflowed from the river bank, raindrops slipped down the roof, and the soaked mud imprinted one footprint after another under the boots.

"Is it far?" a slender girl asked, shaking off the rain from the gray-green cloak. "How long are we going to walk in these simple ruins?"

"We're almost here, if the boatman who pointed me is right... Okay, okay, I've been to this city several times, but I haven't been to this area very much. This place has changed a lot." Zelin's His eyes stayed in the city center, and the corpse on the gallows in the square swayed slightly in the wind and rain. "I don't know why she set up the clinic in such a place. I thought I was going to find her in Shangcheng District."

The rugged roofs of the city are like hills looming in the white rain and fog. Rows of simple wooden houses stood on both sides of the alleys, and raindrops like drums fell on them, humming, and flowing down the eaves. In the end, Zelin stood in front of a small two-story building made of red bricks and looked at the place that was out of step with the surrounding environment. He took off his soft cap, bounced off the water on it, and knocked on the door.

"It's closed today, come back tomorrow if you have something to do."

"It's me, Marty." Zelin knocked on the door again. "Zelin, brought a patient here."

After a few seconds, the wooden door was pulled open, revealing a gap, exposing Marty's fiery red hair, carefully looking out.

"Zelin, uh, why are you here? People I know say, you went on a trip."

"Now I'm back again." Zelin shook his cloak vigorously, his wet hem pressed against his pants. "Are you going to receive guests at the gate?"

"No, of course not, please come in, I will go to a beaker of tea, if you have any needs, send someone to tell me just fine, I will bring the tools to Mahakam right away." Marty is enthusiastic. He laughed, opened the door quickly, and said flatly. "Please come in quickly. Would you like to try the fresh fish from Kewell? And the latest caviar. I got it with a lot of work."

"If you leave the clinic, won't things be delayed?"

"Delay, of course not. The medical expenses you paid are worth my income for several months. If it weren't for the recent unstable situation and your patient has not recovered, I would like to close the clinic and go to Serekania. I've gone on a trip. Please sit down and the tea will be ready soon."