On a small hill, Zach, Geralt and Yennefa stood with horses, behind which was the dense and dark Brochron Forest.

Not far away is a huge city - surrounded by high walls, spires are towering, the top of the tower reflects the morning sunshine, and red brick and tiles are lined up one after another.

The layers of houses and buildings crossing the field of view, and the other side of the city is the sea that extends to the horizon. The breeze blows slowly across the city with the fishy smell of sea water.

Goswellen - the capital of Willen Province and the largest port city in Temolia.

The gray-green sea reflects the noon sunshine, and the black sails of Nifgaard are scattered.

On that sparkling bay, an island like a huge stone pillar stands among the waves. The island is densely vegetated, and buildings of all sizes dot it, appearing and looming.

The buildings adhere to almost vertical cliffs, making the entire island look like a stump covered with moss and mushrooms.

On the top of the island is a tall white tower with half broken down, like a twig that has half broken down from a tree stump.

That was the destination of this trip - Sinnied Island.

"They are rebuilding Sinnied Island." Geralt whispered to the foot of the mountain.

On the road in front of the city, there were endless convoys of carriages connected from beginning to end, and Nifgaard soldiers wearing black armor escorted both sides.

Stones and wood are constantly transporting towards the city.

There were countless ships coming and going around Xiannid Island, like dense black ant colonies surrounding a matcha cake.

"Let's go into the city first, and then follow the plan. The Nifgads won't do anything to us." The black-haired mage led the horse straight down the hillside, and the other two followed closely.

Philiba had already faithfully fulfilled her duties as a former sage - reporting everything to the emperor, so the three of them had already prepared for the current situation.

And Zach did not have much wary of the Nifgaard Empire.

After Xiri disappeared, Emperor Enshire must be anxious, although he would never show such emotions on his face.

Of course, this worry does not come from the father's concern for his daughter, but is purely due to political interests and his unforgettable obsession with Xili's [Ancient Blood].

Although Nifgaard has now unified the north and the south, and the prophecy that "the descendants of ancient blood will rule the world" is a nonsense, Enhill still needs a crown prince with direct bloodlines.

It is difficult for an emperor without heirs to maintain the loyalty of all forces, after all, the world will change hands in a few decades.

And Xiri is Enhill's only descendant.

Now that Xili has been missing for nearly two months, he finally has clues, and he will never miss this opportunity.

Ultimately, the emperor himself also hoped to find Cialis. Geralt and Yennefa also believed that the Nifgaard Empire might be a helper for this operation.

Of course, Zach expected much more than that...

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In front of the city gate, the merchants and the convoy were lined up for inspection in the city.

Soldiers wearing black steel armor and black-winged helmets were traveling between trucks, interrogating merchants and freight leaders, checking and counting goods.

Zach looked up and saw that the city wall was about ten meters high, and the city gate could accommodate three carriages in parallel. The city gate made of steel bars as thick as arms was lifted halfway, and several soldiers on duty stood in the passage below.

When you see through the city gate, you can see that there is another city wall and city gate dozens of meters away, which looks like a typical urn city structure.

It was soon Zach and the other two. A bald officer looked down at the record book in his hand and walked towards the three, with six black-armored soldiers wearing swords following closely.

"Name, the purpose of coming here..." the officer asked a routine question.

However, before Zach and his group answered, the officer looked up and saw Yennefa's face. He was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zach and Geralt on the side, and immediately winked at the soldiers around him.

Six soldiers surrounded them.

"Ms. Yennefa, Geralt of Livia..." The officer bowed slightly and looked at Zach again: "Mr. Zach Stuart."

Zach responded with a kind smile.

The bald legion continued: "Welcome to Goswellen City. Please undergo routine inspection before entering the city." Then he looked at the three long swords on the side of Radish Horse.

Geralt looked at Zach, saw the latter nodding, and stood aside in disappointment.

Seeing that the witch hunter had made way, the two black-armored soldiers immediately stepped forward to take away the weapons. However, they did not do any inspection, but directly hung the sword on the weapon rack next to the city gate.

Zach watched it happen in silence.

But the white wolf couldn't hold back.

"What does this mean?" The witch hunter's voice was deep and powerful.

"Next, please ask three to follow me to Xiannied Island." The officer ignored Geralt, but waved to the side, signaling his subordinates to lead a horse.

"I just asked you a question." Yennefa took a deep breath, and a bad expression began to appear on his face.

"Yennefa." Zach pressed his palm, turned around and smiled at the officer and asked, "What's the name?"

"Ragol Bronie."

"Major Bronie." Zach glanced at the medal on the officer's chest: "Thank you for your warm reception. But unfortunately, we have booked a place in Yinlu Tavern, so you won't have to lead the way."

After saying that, the mage walked straight towards the city gate.

And the soldiers immediately walked up to block his way.

A strange silence fell into front of the city gate.

After a while, the mage slowly turned around.

The morning sun shone on his face, making his smile look extremely kind. He spoke slowly, as if he was saying the most reasonable request: "Oh, by the way. Please return those swords to us too."

For some reason, this friendly, polite, and even a little humble request made Lagore feel palpitations.

He had a bad premonition.

The refusal was lingering at my lips but couldn't say it.

He swallowed, and a drop of sweat slid down from the top of his bare head.

He didn't know what to do, but he couldn't help but his impulse and his eyes turned uncontrollably above the city gate.

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A few minutes ago...

Vatir Di Lidaux stood above the city wall, watching with interest everything in front of the city gate.

The emperor assigned him an important task - to see the "magistrate" who is said to be from other worlds, and hoped that he would test the other party's identity and importance.

As the top position in the intelligence agency and the first confidant around the emperor, Vatir naturally took it as his choice.

Geralt found Philiba for help a month ago. White Wolf thought he was secretive, but in his eyes it was just a joke.

Since then, Vatir has been paying attention to Geralt's whereabouts, and from Philippa, he heard about the unknown black-haired young man around Geralt.

Philiba also mentioned that the young man seemed to resonate with the chaotic energy around him, but he just concluded that he was just an ordinary warlock.

Afterwards, Yennefa summoned all the sorcerers through the Qianli Mirror to hold a meeting.

This was just as he wished, and he was hiding in the shadows and watching the whole way.

He first confirmed the authenticity of Geralt's previous report to the emperor - that bastard witch hunter did lose Cialis.

But the following conversation made Vatir, who thought he could "the Feilong Mountains collapsed before the color remained unchanged."

The young man next to Geralt was not speculated by Philiba, but was a sage warlock who was unknown and could not even open a portal.

It is a "magister" from another powerful country.

And he also saw the vast star map through Philiba's Mile Mile Mile.

This made him unable to make up his mind.

"Kaduin, what do you think?" Vatir asked to his side.

"I can indeed feel some chaotic energy flow from him." A voice said, with unconcealed contempt in his words: "If you want to say something from another world, ha, I believe it when he looks at his dress. There is no warlock in a robe, and this dress is too tasteless."

Vatir turned his head and looked at the warlock beside him.

The man was of medium figure, wearing a red hooded cloth, a red scarf surrounded his forehead, and a doctor's hat was on it. He was covered with white cloth strips full of talismans, and a thick book with metal cover fell on his chest.

The spy chief chuckled, shook his head and continued to look down at the city.

Kaduin continued to say on his own, his red eyelids narrowed into a line: "Why let Ragor arrest him directly and interrogate him."

‘Nonsense.’ Vatir ignored the warlock.

The emperor wanted to get more information, but this task was really tricky because there were too many unknown factors!

The Nifgaard Empire has always used superb diplomatic skills, but that is limited to this continent and no one has ever dealt with another world.

In fact, he thought from the bottom of his heart that this young black haired man was a liar, after all, warlocks and liars were synonyms.

But he had to consider the possibility that this man was indeed an envoy. If there was a country that had conquered countless worlds behind the other party, the consequences of the evil would be obvious, and the empire would have no need to take this risk.

On the other hand, even if there is such a kingdom of wizards, can he really represent its will?

Maybe he was just a fugitive, an exile, a mercenary, and an insignificant and unknown man.

And what is his real purpose in searching for Xiri?

Without any clues, he decided to simplify the complex and first test how capable the "wizard" himself is.

This kind of temptation must be gentle without leaving any trace, with legitimate reasons or excuses to easily pass the blame.
To be continued...