Margarita got out of the bath. She picked up a towel and twisted her long golden hair, sat by the pool and began to wipe the spices on herself.

A cold wind blew in, making her shiver.

The door of the bathhouse was pushed open suddenly, and more than a dozen fully armed Nifgaard soldiers lined up and walked in.

"Ah!" Margarita screamed and jumped back to the bathhouse, splashing water.

The soldiers lined up on both sides and surrounded two bathhouses at the same time.

At the end of the queue, a middle-aged man followed him in.

He had short, slightly curly hair and was wearing a black and white Nivergaard gown with loose rotator sleeves.

The man stood by the bathtub, as if to maintain basic etiquette. His eyes were looking ahead from beginning to end, but the afterglow still swept the four people in the pool.

The faint spring light made him shake his head invisibly, and an unconcealed arrogance crawled between his eyebrows: "Geralt of Livia, Yennefa of Wengerburg, Ms. Margarita Laux-Antire..."

The man sorted out his expression, looked at Zach, nodded slightly, "Mr. Zach Stuart."

"The ruler of the Niphgad Empire, Emperor Enhill, is waiting for your audience in the hall."

Yennefa, Geralt and Margarita looked surprised, all at a loss by this sudden invitation.

The black-haired warlock immediately remembered what happened in front of the city gate in the morning.

She was already prepared to be tense on both sides, so this invitation was beyond her expectations.

Enhill is going to see them now?

And he was condescending to a hotel in Goswellen late at night?

Maybe the emperor was sorry for the morning test? That was why he took the initiative to send out friendly signals?

But no matter what, the emperor did this, which really gave him enough face.

Although Geralt's thoughts were not as complicated as those of a sorcerer, he was also relieved.

He stretched his arms and sat directly on the edge of the pool. While wiping his body with a towel, he said to Zach: "Check it out, the etiquette of meeting is very complicated." He threw the towel to the black-haired young man and joked: "But at least I will save myself taking a shower this time."

The etiquette officer seemed relieved and waved behind him. Several young women walked in from outside the door, holding white towels and luxurious Nifgaard's gown.

These girls all had long black hair and all looked good. It was obvious that they were royal maids from Nifgaard.

"Please..."

"Quiet."

As Zach whispered impatiently, the etiquette officer suddenly turned his eyes and fell forward as if he had suddenly lost his consciousness. He dropped directly into the pool with a thud.

"You disturbed my friend." The black-haired mage still closed his eyes and leaned against the edge of the pool.

Everyone present was stunned.

A maid screamed in shock.

This time, the Nifgaard soldiers reacted much faster than the guards in front of the city gate. They drew their swords one after another, and several crossbows loaded with arrows pointed at the people in the pool.

The black-haired mage opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at them.

"Wait a minute!" Yennifal screamed.

In the flash of lightning, she was the first to remember what happened in front of the city gate during the day, and what Zach said to Vatir at that time:

"If the emperor is not the one who comes to see me next time, then you and Enhill will die."

She suddenly realized that this normal, even the emperor had already lowered his attitude, had been regarded as offended by the mage - he had decided to fulfill his promise to go to war with Nifgaard.

She was shocked to realize this and then hurriedly stopped.

Seeing the sorcerer shook his head at him, Zach stopped the movement in his hand, raised his head and closed his eyes again.

On the other side, Geralt took out the etiquette officer who was still in a coma from the bath and slapped him hard on the back.

The witch hunter met this etiquette officer named Mamari.

A year ago, when Bai Lang himself met the Emperor, he taught the etiquette and led the way. Although he was old-fashioned and arrogant, he was generally not bad.

At that time, Geralt refused to salute the Emperor, which also led to Mamari being punished later.

Zach naturally knew him, so he didn't kill him. He just heated his head to 43 degrees, causing him to faint from a high fever.

"Ahem!" Mamari spit out a big mouthful of water and gradually recovered his consciousness.

"Mamari." The black-haired young man called out his name directly: "Tell Enhill that if he doesn't come in person, there will naturally be someone else."

The etiquette officer stood in the water with his head covering his head. He was stunned for a while, but Zach's words almost made him feel very surprised.

He had quite a lot of experience and immediately realized that this was beyond his ability to deal with it. He could only climb up to the edge of the pond without saying a word, pushing away the maid holding a towel, and jogging out with water all over his body.

The bathhouse has returned to quiet.

Several maids retreated to the wall with their heads shrank, and the soldiers also inserted their swords back to their waists.

Geralt's face was full of doubt, but was soon replaced by a gloating smile. He jumped back to the bathhouse as if nothing had happened, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to enjoy the warm pool water.

Yennai on the other side looked at the soldiers around him with a serious look.

After a brief chaos, she finally had the time to look at these fully armed soldiers.

Unlike the lazy city defense forces I encountered in front of the city gate today, these soldiers stood straight by the wall. The lingering mist made these hazy figures look like black granite statues.

The thick dark armor is engraved with gorgeous gold patterns, and the pure gold sun badge is engraved on the chest.

They were the imperial guards who were directly under the emperor.

Each guard was the strongest combat force selected from the Nifgad Empire army. Although the number was small, they were all the elite among the elite.

They do not participate in frontal combat and are only responsible for defending the emperor's safety.

'It seems that Enhill is coming this time...' The sorcerer moved to the other side of the pool.

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Outside Yinlu Hotel.

The imperial guards had already surrounded the entire hotel, and even the surrounding houses were slow to stand soldiers holding crossbows. The light of torches shone the already cleared streets like daytime.

In a dark alley not far away, two twisted balls of time reflected the faint light of the torch in the distance, like two boiling hot air.

"It seems that Enhill is still a step ahead of us." A male voice with a high pitch, as if he was trying his best to lower his voice.

"When you passed by here during the day, you didn't see the three of them?" said a sharp female voice.

"I went straight to Sinnied Island because I was anxious to see him. Who knew they chose to stay here!"

"You can speak softly." The female voice sighed long: "You have heard of what happened in front of the city gate today. This should have been our best opportunity."

"Since I missed it, I missed it. There are still opportunities to meet. This kind of thing is not coming first and then." The male sneered: "Besides, isn't there anyone already inside?"

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The door of the bathhouse was pushed open again, and a tall and thin figure walked in.

He limped, with white bandages wrapped around his neck.

Vatir Lisdock.

The spy leader saw Zach and wanted to say something, but hesitated for a moment and closed his mouth.

Another person followed in.

As he appeared, the atmosphere in the bathhouse suddenly became serious.

Vatir took to the side, bowed slightly, and respectfully supported the wooden door of the bathhouse.

The maids walked out of the bathhouse with their heads down.

He was a middle-aged man, not tall, with a little vicissitudes of life, and his slightly white black straight hair was stroking behind his head. He was wearing a luxurious black purple leather robe, and a golden sun pendant as big as a palm hanging on his chest, demonstrating his lofty status in the Sun Cult.

Enshir Enris - Emperor of the Nifgad Empire and High Priest of the Sun Cult.

The most powerful person in the world of witch hunters is also Xili's biological father.

The Mamari etiquette officer had already changed into dry clothes. He followed the emperor respectfully, straightened his back and said loudly: "The Emperor of Niphgad Empire, the white flying on the enemy's tomb..."

Zach pulled out his left hand from the water and put it on the edge of the pond.

"White shot fire...fire..." The slight action made the etiquette officer stutter.

Vatir waved impatiently, and Mamari bowed and retreated, whispering in a low voice, but he used polite words: "These gentlemen and ladies are simply indecent."

After the etiquette officer left, no one in the bathing room spoke, and the scene suddenly became embarrassing.

After a silence, Enhill finally broke the silence: "Mr. Zach Stuart. I thought an envoy from a powerful empire would be more polite."

The Emperor's voice was low and powerful, as if his voice itself had supreme authority.

"His Majesty the Emperor..." Zach spoke slowly, but his body was still lazily leaning against the pool wall, without looking at Enhill.

Yennafa, who was on the other side, breathed a sigh of relief. At least the mage finally used the honorific. The sorcerer was loose, but what he heard next made her hair stand upside down.

She saw the black-haired young man patting Chi Yan beside him: "Get up and say it slowly if you have something to do."

"Puff." Geralt laughed out loud. He looked at Zach in a dumbfounded manner, and then stood up from the bathhouse without any worries, bowed to Enshire and gave a standard Nifgaard court ceremony.

"The water temperature is just right, Your Majesty the Emperor."

Enhill frowned, and anger gathered between his eyebrows, and after a while he spit out a few words:

"I'm very disappointed."

It seemed that he had made up a lot of determination, and he gradually raised his voice: "And I don't believe the lies you said."
Chapter completed!