In a clearing in the forest, a young man in a black robe and a witch hunter in a robe stand side by side, passing the time with boredom.

"Geralt, is the person you are looking for reliable?"

"There is no better way, it's not because you can't open the portal."

The two had previously discussed plans and returned to Geralt's home in Toustente, and then contacted the sorcerer's club to discuss the next action.

However, a week passed and they were still wandering around Willen.

Because Tosent is too far away.

Tosent was one of the first principalities to join the Nifgaard Empire. It was located in the east of Nifgaard. It took at least two months to arrive from Willen even if you rode a horse.

Geralt was eager to save his daughter. In order to return to Tosent as soon as possible, he finally brought his face down and sought help from a warlock.

"Are our little demon hunter lost again?" A woman's voice came from the forest, cold and tough, mixed with unconcealed contempt.

The two of them looked in the sound but didn't see a single figure.

The branches swayed, and an owl flew down and landed in the clearings in the forest, staring at the two of them up and down.

Zach actually saw the joke in the bird's eyes.

The owl flapped his wings a few times, then quickly grew bigger, and a woman became formed in a few breaths.

She was wearing a red and black off-shoulder robe, with large skin exposed on her upper body, and a huge ruby ​​necklace that was deeply trapped in the ravines.

The long black hair was braided into two braids and put on the snow-white shoulders.

Her appearance is slightly angular, with natural arrogance and indifference, but overall she is very mature and beautiful.

But there were two strange eyes on this cheek.

There were almost only whites in her eye sockets, and her tiny black pupils were only the size of rice grains.

"You even ask me to help you when you go home and open the door. It seems that Yen Naifa likes men who can't take care of themselves." The woman walked straight towards the two of them.

"It took so long to find this place, even for disabled people, it's too slow. Do you need me to help you pick up a stick and use it first?" Geralt retorted.

"My eyes are already healed!" The sorcerer seemed to be poked into the pain by Geralt.

"I still want to thank you for coming here to help me, Philipba." Words prevailed, and Geralt also felt relieved.

Zach was there to watch the two of them with interest.

Phylliba Lovehart.

Former Royal Advisor of Redania, the Pearl of the Court, and the current former warlock of Niphgad.

This series of titles demonstrates the few political achievements among sorcerers.

She was extremely ambitious and served as the royal advisor to Redania for decades. During this period, she overturned the entire Redanian royal family and became the actual ruler of that country.

The king who led the Northern coalition to resist Nifgaard - "stone-hearted" Radovid V - grew up in her shadow and eventually grew into a psychologically distorted ruler.

"I felt your cold stare at the back of my neck throughout my childhood. When I give orders, my subjects will first notice whether Philippa Ehart made a gesture of approval."

Three years ago, she was no longer satisfied with domestic power, trying to split her neighboring country and expand her influence. However, this political conspiracy failed due to Geralt's intervention. Philippa eventually missed the front and was turned against Radovid and became the king's prisoner.

The next story is bloody and brutal.

The sorcerer was fortunate to see Radovid's talent in the nickname "Stone Heart". She experienced the full set of torture instruments that Radovid had prepared for her in her childhood.

When Geralt saved her, she was tortured to death, and even her eyes were dug out.

Finally, in this just-concluded war, the brutal king, Radovid, was assassinated by multiple forces including Philippa and Geralt.

The leaderless dragons of the Northern Alliance were quickly defeated by Nifgad. Now Nifgad has conquered most of the northern kingdoms and ruled most of the areas west of the Kolaz Desert on this continent.

Philippa Ehart transformed into Emperor Nifgaard's former consultant.

Geralt often deals with Nilfgaard, and has some connections within the empire. He contacted the sorcerer through his own channels, hoping that the other party could teleport him back to Towsonte.

"Why are there others?"

Zach clearly saw one of Philiba's strange eyes facing him, and the other was still looking straight at Geralt.

"He is my friend."

"Do you still have friends? And I don't know?" The sorcerer stared at Zach like a alert cold-blooded animal: "Gerald, I am now the former sorcerer of Nifgaard, why should I help you?"

"Oh, yes, our court pearl of Redania is now the court pearl of Niphgad."

"White Wolf!" The sorcerer raised his tone: "Ciri is missing, you lost the princess and crown prince of Niphgad! You should be thankful that the emperor did not chase him. If he knew that I met you privately, what would you think I would have?"

Xiri's name dimmed the expression of the witch hunter. He sighed softly, and stopped joking: "Philipa, I promise you that my friend is reliable."

In fact, there was another layer of thought in the words of the witch. He asked Philiba to meet him, and wanted to test Zach's identity. After all, Philiba is one of the oldest and most social warlocks of this year.

As a result, Philiba really didn't know Zach, at least on the surface.

This further verified Zach's identity as a "traveler", which also made him determined to trust the other party temporarily.

"I will definitely keep the meeting today." The witch hunter said seriously: "And you will help me now, and I will help you when necessary. You know I never break my promise."

After receiving the guarantee from the witch hunter, Philiba stopped reluctance. She rolled her eyes and waved her hand to let the two of them go aside, preparing to cast the portal spell.

Zach, who was standing beside him, widening his eyes. He didn't want to miss the slightest detail of this spell, especially the spell from the hand of the lady in front of him.

Magic surge...

Phylliba Ehart is famous worldwide for his superb political skills.

But she is better known as the founder of the Warlock Club and one of the most powerful warlocks in the world.

If you have to rank, only the elf queen Franciska and the elf sage Ada Emin can suppress her half of her head, while no one in the existing human sorcerer can surpass her.

If all the existing humans in the world of "The Hunter" are ranked by combat power, she can squeeze into the top five or even the top three.

To measure the strength of this sorcerer, we have to mention a benchmark figure - "the strongest on the surface" Wigofortz.

Wigofortz of Logevin, the Warlock Association's Great Warlock.

This man once did not use magic, held an iron stick in his hand, and beat Geralt to severely disabled within just a few melee moves. He killed Yennefa in an instant, burned high-level vampire Regis into glass and melted into the wall. He can be regarded as the existence of the ceiling of modern human strength in the world of "The Hunter" -

It was once in the hands of Philipba.

Six years ago, the relationship between the countries in the north and the south was already tense, and the storm was about to come, and the situation of the warlock group also split.

The Brotherhood of Warlocks, which started in the north, appeared to support the northern countries, but a group of leaders led by Vigofertz had appeared within it, and had secretly turned to the Nifgad Empire.

Other warlocks led by Philippa Ehart are still on the side of the Northern Kingdom.

At a summit held in the warlock's nest, Sinnied Island, the conflict between the two sides broke out in the form of a coup.

The two warlocks broke out, and there was a direct battle between Wigofortz, Philiba and Tishaya.

Wigofortz fought against two, and the aftermath of the three-person battle directly killed several warlocks present.

Although Philipba was covered in blood when she appeared again, her clothes were torn and charred.

But being able to survive the battle with Wigofortz spells alone is enough to prove the strength of Philiba Ehart.

Vigofortz, who was set aside by Philiba, embarked on the road of exile. Since then, his luck has become worse and worse, and he eventually died.

"The fool may not be the stupidest, and the smartest people will also fall apart." - Vigofortz of Logevin.

After this coup, the entire Warlock Brotherhood fell apart.

Philipba took advantage of the situation to create a sorcerer gathering, replaced the sorcerer brotherhood, and became the behind-the-scenes trader of the northern countries.

There were eleven members of the sorcerer gathering in the gang, and five of them had a relationship with Geralt.

And Philiba Ehart's strength alone may be stronger than Geralt's entire Detachment of Women combined.

With this kind of strength, Philippa Ehart is naturally arrogant and looks down on the witch hunter from the bottom of her heart. She has had a lot of contact with Geralt, sometimes enemies and sometimes allies, but she has never given Geralt a good face, and no romantic plot has ever happened.

But at the same time, she has an unexpected endurance to Geralt's poisonous mouth.

Every time the two met, they were inevitably harsh words, but Philipba had never really attacked Geralt. Even if she crushed Geralt to death, it would be too much with just two fingers.

Zach was extremely confused about the relationship between these two people.

‘Maybe they will get together one day... After all, Philipba is bisexual...’

The surging flow of magic interrupted Zach's thoughts, and he felt that the magic power in the nearby forest was gathering here.

‘Is she using free magic?’

The warlock began to emit dazzling light from his hands.

As her hands waved from top to bottom, a blue crack appeared out of thin air in front of her.

The crack spread to both sides and turned into a blue vortex about two meters wide. The light flowed in the vortex, and a distorted and blurred scene could be seen faintly.

"Okay, let's go." The sorcerer said proudly with his hands in front of his chest.

"Thank you." Geralt nodded slightly at Philiba, then turned around and looked at the twisted portal. As if for psychological construction, he moved his shoulders and neck, took a deep breath, and took a step in.

Zach, who was standing beside him, was still staring at the vortex blankly.

‘This magic directly glued the distant space.’ Zach had no expression on his face, but was amazed in his heart; ‘Manipulating the space and casting range reached hundreds of kilometers. According to the standards of the Council, this spell is at least fourteen rings.’

‘Although Philipba has extracted the free magic around her, the total consumption is not an exaggeration. Has the rules of this world been distorted to this level? Can low-level creatures have such advanced realistic manipulation capabilities?’
To be continued...