Through the portal, the gloomy atmosphere of Willen disappeared, replaced by the bright sunshine.

Bright colors fill the field of vision, lush green forests, golden wheat fields, colorful buildings, and towering mountains in the mist in the distance.

The two of them seemed to have returned to heaven from purgatory.

Toustente, "The Kingdom of Fairy Tales", "The Kingdom of Wine and Love".

It is also Geralt's current home.

The two were standing in a bush, surrounded by several female workers with horror on their faces, whispering to each other.

"I hate portals more than warlocks..." Geralt squatted beside him and held the fence and retching.

Not far ahead of them is a gorgeous manor

White Crow Vineyard, which is Geralt's property in Toustente, his current warm little nest.

Zach patted the witch hunter on the back: "Let's go, your wife is waiting for you."

Geralt hurriedly stood up and looked at the manor. He saw a mature and beautiful woman in a black dress standing at the door of the manor, staring at her with her arms around her.

"Ye..." The white wolf's voice was almost inaudible.

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Zach sat in the living room, with a long banquet table filled with delicious wines, and the walls were hung with exquisite swords and various armor.

There was a clear and audible sound from the bedroom next to it...

Quarrels.

Zach could vaguely hear Yennefa's continuous questioning, although it sounded calm and calm, but it was actually full of gunpowder:

"What you call responsible for Xili means leaving without saying goodbye, running alone to duel with the old woman in the forest?"

"Why don't you discuss it with me before doing this?"

"Who is that person?"

"What mage? Don't you know that the old antiques with the title of "master" in the Warlock Association are dead?"

"What do other worlds mean?"

"Following your description, isn't that just the movement, fireball and meteor shower?"

"Why do you have the fragrance of Philiba on you!?"

As if to cover up the embarrassment, the housekeeper on the side asked Zach, who was a little distracted, "Mr. Stuart, what else do you need?"

"Oh, no, thank you, Mr. Futi."

"My name is Barnabasbaso, just call me Baba."

“…”

Just then the bedroom door opened, and Yennefa and Geralt walked out one after another.

Yenne Law went straight to Zach and sat down. The faint fragrance of lilac and gooseberry came into Zach's nose.

"Mr. Stuart, I am Yennefa of Wengerburg. I hope He will not be well treated well. Geralt told me that thank you for helping you at Willen."

Although he said thank you, the sorcerer's face had no expression.

"I have no problem myself..." Geralt, who was standing beside him, muttering in a low voice.

Yen Naifah turned his head and glared at the "White Wolf", who shut his mouth with tactfulness.

Violet eyes and black hair, a star-shaped obsidian amulet tied around her neck, and a beauty mole dotted under her mouth - mature, elegant, dignified, extremely beautiful and unfathomable.

Even though Zach was familiar with Yennefa's image in his previous life, he was still shocked by this almost unreal beauty.

She stared at Zach, and there seemed to be a flash of light in her eyes. After a moment, she nodded to Jellota and said slowly to Zach: "I do feel something different from you, it's very much like Chaos Energy but not."

The chaotic energy in the mouths of warlocks is actually free magic.

However, the free magic power in this world is relatively thin, and it is unevenly distributed, and even fluctuates, so it is called "chaotic energy".

In this world, it is very easy to distinguish the other person between the warlock.

Under the action of the subconscious mind, the turbulence formed by the chaotic energy around them is as bright as a lighthouse in the eyes of other spellcasters.

Yennefa could not feel the disturbed chaotic energy around Zach. On the contrary, she felt that the chaotic energy was gathering spontaneously and orderly towards this black-haired youth.

That is naturally because Zach's body [magic furnace] is absorbing the magic power around him.

Geralt had just told her everything, and the witch hunter himself was joking, but Yennifal was now a little bit skeptical.

The young man in front of him seemed to be different from the warlock she had ever seen. She thought for a while and continued:

"Mr. Stuart, we are very happy that you have the clues of Cili. I can at least accept your request on behalf of both of us."

"Ye..." The white wolf next to him opened his mouth to say something, but was glared back by the sorcerer.

"As for summoning other warlocks, we can also discuss it."

The sorcerer's face was cold and calm, and his words were sincere, but Zach understood it very well.

On the surface, she looked like a beautiful lady under thirty years old, but in fact she was an old warlock who had experienced countless conspiracies, conflicts, and even wars, and had lost all her life.

Fortunately, her current appearance is just the result of magical plastic surgery. After all, it is a real body rather than an illusion. It is still different from someone wearing a red robe.

"But..." Ye Naifa looked embarrassed, and she rarely showed a frown expression. If Zach hadn't known her background, he might have had the urge to be compassionate.

"As you can see, now the political situation is turbulent, the sorcerer gathering has long been disbanded, the former members have been scattered everywhere, and most of them are busy stabilizing the overall situation. It is not easy to get them together, we need sufficient reasons. So... please provide you with the information you have about the world where Xili is located and prove your identity as a "magistrate". Let's use this as evidence to gather the sisters."

‘So I’m waiting here...’

What a "stable overall situation", "sisters", "we", "please prove your identity".

In just a few words, she created a grand image of the sorcerer's gathering room to save the people from water and fire. The words unified the front line, and did not forget to put a little pressure on oneself to test himself, and even pretended to be innocent.

But after thinking from the perspective of others, Zach can also understand Yennefa's distrust of himself. After all, as the only remaining descendant of [Ancient Blood], there are countless people who covet her.

It can even be said that since she was born, the whole world has been surrounding her. Almost all the changes in this world in modern times, and countless killings are ultimately due to the strong people's fight for this little girl.

Not to mention that "the descendants of ancient blood will rule the world" and "the ancient blood is closely related to the end of the day of white frost", these prophecies are simply that the ability of ancient blood to travel through time and space have made all forces salivate.

Wigofortz, the former "strongest on the surface", even gave up the opportunity to dominate half of the world just to obtain "Ancient Blood".

Thinking of this, Zach felt relieved.
Chapter completed!