Kaduin's throat still hurts so much now.

When Zach and his group entered the city before, under Vatil's instructions, he wanted to test the "magistrate" in front of him, and then he watched Vatil be pulled out of the city wall and fell down in a spin.

He was ready to fight, but before he could recite the spell, a violent burning pain hit his throat, as if he was swallowing a piece of burning charcoal on his own.

The severe pain caused him to fall into a coma on the spot.

By the time he recovered, the city gate was already in chaos.

The ground was covered with bubbles.

The spy chief knelt on the ground and screamed, and the soldiers with empty hands were stunned.

He still feels scared when he thinks about it now.

Kaduin's frightened expression made Dorigare even more confused.

Just as the few people fell into an awkward silence, Yennefa made a timely smooth out: "After that being said, Dorigare, is it okay for the president of Ban Ade College?"

Azaturi only trains sorcerers, and in contrast, Ban Ade College is a sorcerer college.

The Warlock Brotherhood fell apart, which made the mediocre Dorigare serve as the dean.

The middle-aged sorcerer sighed and glared at Kaduin again. "You know, after Codwin was occupied by Redania, Ban Ade Academy was also robbed. Most of my students were killed and injured. Fortunately, Tris lends a helping hand and we have rebuilt the academy in Covell. So this time I came to this meeting at Tris' invitation. I hope to win some benefits for Covell."

"After that, Kaduin." Geralt took advantage of the situation: "Aren't you Radovid's royal consultant? Why did you come to Nifgaard's dinner?"

The words of the witch hunter are as sharp as ever.

Kaduin cleared his throat and said hoarsely: "Ahem... Warlocks do not belong to any country, we... cough... only serve this continent." He glanced at Yennefa meaningfully: "Besides, I am now the president of the Warlocks Association, and I need a representative... cough... the entire warlock group."

Zach looked at the pretending sorcerer with great interest.

Kaduin also attended a party six years ago without knowing it, but because of his old-fashioned personality, neither the "leader" nor the "northern faction" took him seriously, and no one wanted him. He was also one of the people who were confused in the coup in the Sinnied Island.

However, although he has a weird personality, his insight is quite good. He looked for an opportunity to escape at the beginning of the coup. Compared with those warlocks who lost their lives, this was an extremely rational move.

He has since promoted the reconstruction of the Brotherhood of Warlocks. Although the self-destruction of the witcher Reso two years ago made the reputation of the entire warlock group plummet, compared to Philiba, his ending was pretty good. He just became a puppet of Radowei and was not affected by the later "Witch Hunting Movement".

In contrast, the sorcerer gathering center was directly characterized as an illegal organization.

In the end,

Wigofortz took away too many warlocks in one wave at that time.

Some talents in this group have now faded, and Kaduin and Dorigare are now considered generals from the shorts.

"Gealot! Yennefa!"

A brisk female voice came, and several people looked at it, and three sorcerers were walking towards everyone.

The sorcerer walking in the front was wearing a tight green and yellow dinner dress, with long fluffy chestnut red hair, light blue eyes with freckles and a beauty mole under his mouth.

"Tris!" Geralt and Yennefa spoke in unison.

The red-haired warlock trotted all the way, almost pounced on Yen Naifa's arms, and then pulled the other party's hand: "Ye, I miss you so much this year."

"Triss. How are you doing in Covell?" Yennefa looked at Tris like his sister.

"Oh, it's okay. Although it's very hard, everyone has settled down in Covell."

Geralt, who was standing beside him, looked at his ex and current sisterly relationship, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

Finally, Tris looked at Bailang: "Hi, Geralt..." She showed a standard smile:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Geralt smiled awkwardly.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

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"Mr. Stuart, I finally saw you." The sorcerer looked at Zach with a smile.

"Hello, Ms. Triss."

He nodded slightly to the other two sorcerers:

“Ms. Margarita, Ms. Flynjira Weige.”

Zach had seen Flynjira in the Mile Mile before, and Margarita even "sincerely" with him, and the few of them also saved the red tape of self-introduction.

As outsiders, Dorigare and Kaduin were confused from beginning to end.

More and more warlocks gathered to join this small group.

When the warlocks gather together, they either talk about relationships between men and women or politics.

No surprise this time.

"I heard that Bowklan has been invaded by a large number of vampires recently..."

"Covell has been very uneasy recently. It is not easy to survive under the Iron Cavalry of the Nifgaard Empire..."

"I heard that the emperor wanted to merge all the Warlock Academy into one and relocate them all to the city of Nifgaard..."

"Tris, you must be representing Covell this time..."

"The Skellig Islands hanging alone overseas are also somewhat lonely and hard to support..."

Zach listened to the warlocks' discussion with great interest.

Geralt continued to eat the food in his hand absent-mindedly.

Yennefa just pretended to behave and nodded.

These sorcerers came to this party with their own purposes. Most of them took diplomatic mediation tasks, representing different families and countries.

Perhaps at this moment, the nobles behind them may be walking anxiously in their bedroom, hoping that their spokespersons can win more benefits for themselves as much as possible.

However, only a few people know what happened in Yinlu Hotel last night.

The fate of all countries in this world and the interests of those princes and nobles.

Even the future of everyone on this land.
Chapter completed!