“There are many ways of diplomacy in the multiverse, and you choose the stupidest one.”

Zach slowly walked towards the weapon stand by the city gate, and the soldiers and the crowd automatically made a way for him.

"You test me and you can get the desired result..." The black-haired mage picked up Geralt's three long swords from the weapon stand, held them in his arms and walked towards the carrot.

He walked very slowly, and Vatir kept floating in place throughout the process.

The clearly angular face had turned purple. The spy leader's eyes were covered with bloodshot, and the nostrils kept making asthma breathing sounds. The already thin pitiful lips were pressed to no blood, and strings of white foam flowed out of it.

"Since you have seen what you want to see, you have already felt what you should feel. If the emperor appears in front of me next time, then you and Enshire will die."

Zach inserted three long swords into Radish's bag one by one, and Geralt was still staring at the half-dead Vatir with interest.

"Major." He grabbed Geralt's wrist, stuffed the reins into his hand, and said the beginning words again, "It's really unfortunate that we have booked a place in Yinlu Tavern, so you won't have to lead the way."

"Ah?" Lagor didn't react for a moment.

"Major?" Zach looked back.

The bald officer shivered and stepped back to make way, but fell to the ground.

Zach led his horse over and stretched out his right hand with a friendly smile.

Lagore subconsciously wanted to catch it, but immediately remembered that it was this hand that melted Vatir's steel sword.

He moved back a few feet in horror.

The black-haired mage shook his head and led his horse to the city gate. He silently passed through the soldiers, followed by Yennefa and Geralt.

The sorcerer looked at Vatir who was twitching in the air, bit his lip, and passed by a few steps away.

After the three of them left, the power wrapped in Vatir suddenly disappeared. The spy chief fell heavily to the ground, but his knees were kneeling directly in the iron that had not yet been completely cooled.

He immediately rolled to the side with his knees in his arms, and before he could shout out, his body began to breathe heavily under the instinct of survival.

When people around him saw it for the first time, it turned out that people could scream when they inhale.

"Haa!!!!!!"

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The city is bustling.

The three of them walked on the main road in the city with horses, surrounded by crowded and noisy people.

The sound of wheels are filled with the sound of rolling wheels, the sound of heavy hooves of cows and horses, and the sound of barrel makers rolling buckets.

There are short houses on both sides of the street, which are only three floors at most.

Zach looked at the surrounding buildings and the busy crowd with great interest.

If the village of Willen outside the city is still in the dark medieval era, then the city of Goswellen is a Renaissance scene.

Although it still looks dirty and backward, it is much cleaner than the dilapidated village he has seen before.

Unlike the mud and wooden houses he had seen before, most of the houses here are brick and tile buildings, and the ground is paved with bluestone roads, and horse hooves step on them make a loud clatter.

Zach walked by himself, but Yennefa behind him looked solemn.

Countless questions and doubts are lingering in my heart.

What just now is [magic]?

Although she had seen Zach cast spells with her own eyes last night, it was just a small demonstration.

She had just finally seen the so-called [magic], which was different from any spell she had seen before.

The magicians' spells are often extremely gorgeous, arrogant, and the light and shadow effects are full, as if they are just to demonstrate the arrogant and arrogant spellcaster.

However, the young mage's [magic] is only fierce and accurate, without any extravagance.

Without flames, the soldiers' swords were melted into steel directly.

She didn't see any shield, but the rain of arrows was inexplicably resolved.

What's even more strange is that when Vatir was twitching in the air, she almost didn't feel any vortex of chaotic energy. They still gathered towards the young man's body in an orderly manner as usual, without any fluctuations.

Not to mention the matter of [Magic], the most important thing now is, after all this happened, how would Emperor Enhill himself and even the Nifgad Empire react?

Once a powerful empire stands on the opposite side of the three, will the development of things still be controlled?

Without the support of the state and the army, at least the solemn sorcerer and witch hunter are not worth mentioning in the face of the power of the state machine.

But can a "wizard" change the situation?

The sorcerer looked forward, and the black-haired young man walked in front as if nothing had happened.

A team of soldiers ran past several people and headed towards the city gate. Yennafa then remembered that no one had chased after the city gate from beginning to end.

The sorcerer looked at the witch hunter who was standing beside him again.

Geralt, who was standing beside him, has been holding the radish leisurely, as if he had been accustomed to it.

Feeling his gaze, he turned his head and looked over: "Ye, what's wrong?"

Yennefa shook his head and sighed: "I'm so big."

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Although the sorcerer was heartbroken, Zach did not take the conflict just now.

Since the other party has decided to test himself, he must not be afraid.

As for that little unhappiness, it is not worth mentioning compared to the information obtained by both parties.

In this level of diplomacy, a little bit of friction is completely negligible.

After all, a few epidermal cells will die when a person shakes hands.

Besides, even though Zach was disgusted with that kind of temptation, he did not kill a single person from beginning to end, and the archer on the city wall was just knocked out by the [Pushing Hand].

These soldiers just followed the orders, so he did not take any action. If it were unnecessary, he did not like to kill innocent people.

Of course, it would be two different things if we met on a life-and-death battlefield.

But the spy leader Vatir was actually lying on the wall watching. You don’t have to think about it and know that it was the mastermind behind it. Who wouldn’t you teach him a lesson?

He naturally became a little ruthless, but in the end he saved Vatir's life. After all, it was not what Zach wanted to break up with the Nifgad Empire.

What he lacks the most is time.

Ten years are not short, but long.

He would not waste months or even years of time on going to war with a mortal empire.

The result he most hopes to achieve is to control the empire under the existing ruling system.

For this he needs Vatir and Enshire to live.

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"This is Kado Street." Zach broke the silence. He rubbed his hands, and the dark chips of steel fell down one after another.

"Yes, this road connects the city gates on both sides of the city - the main gate and the harbor gate." Geralt said.

"So the building with a golden weather vane in front is the Town Hall?"

"That's right." The witch hunter glanced at Zach. Is the information so detailed?

"Then let's go around the fish market on the fork in front of us." Zach led his horse in front.

He had read "The Demon Hunter" in his previous life, and he vaguely remembered the plot of Yennefa and Cialis wandering around the city on the eve of the coup in Sinnied Island.

The route the three of them are now taking was the tour route of Cialis at that time, so Zach could naturally go up the number by signposting.

The group passed through several narrow alleys, bypassed the fish market, and then returned to Kado Street and came to Goswellen Market Square.

Then it was almost pushed out by the sound wave.

It's simply noisy here!

In comparison, the downtown they passed by earlier was as quiet as a temple.

Looking around, the entire square is about 100 meters long and wide, and is an open space surrounded by residential buildings. At this time, everyone is crowded with people and crowded. You can vaguely see a fountain pool surrounded by white marble in the center of the square, but the fountain is obviously not working.

The noise made Zach's brain hurt.

The vendors were yelling, the customers were yelling even more fiercely, the soldiers shouted and cursed and maintained order, and the lost children cried constantly.

The cattle yells, the cattle yells, the horse yells, the cackles and croaks of poultry.

The dwarf craftsman beat the metal plate and whispered while drinking wine.

The sound of flute, violin and yangqin came from the corner of the square, and there were obviously bards and musicians playing.

What's even more exaggerated is that there are people in the crowd who keep blowing horns, but that guy is obviously not a musician.

Zach pointed to the colorful sign on one side of the square and asked, "Where is that place?"

Geralt was a little proud: "There are some things you don't know? That's the hotel with loose clothes and unpacking."

However, he realized that he had been fooled as soon as he finished the quick answer.

An unkind look came from the side.
To be continued...