If it weren't for the fact that there were still bright spots on everyone's retina, everyone would think that just a hallucination was just an illusion.

The warlocks present were confused at first, but soon their eyes widened.

Even Zach frowned.

He felt the free magic around him seem to have changed a little quietly.

If the magic of the world of the wizard is like a calm lake like a mirror.

The free magic of the world of witch hunters is the tumultuous sea surface.

It is precisely because of this that the warlocks in this world call free magic "chaotic energy" - changeable and difficult to control.

Just now, as the star map disappeared, the "chaotic energy" around him suddenly became even more violent, as if the already undulating water surface was boiling.

Geralt seemed to have noticed the abnormality, "Ye, what's wrong?"

Ye Naifa looked at Bai Lang with a surprised expression on her face. Before she could open her mouth, someone shouted the answer next to her.

Flingila stood up directly: "Someone has repaired the forbidden demon barrier?"

Bang!

The door to the conference room was pushed open.

A bald man in black armor walked in straight, followed by two fully armed imperial guards.

The sudden intruders plunged the venue into a brief silence.

Immediately afterwards, Chancellor Peter Efferson roared directly:

"Boyle? What are you doing? Do you know what occasion this is?"

However, the bald officer's face was cold and he ignored the question at all, but just mechanically gave it to the side.

A loud voice came from the corridor behind him:

"Peter, you've always been so irritable..."

The sound from far to near:

"If you have the chance, I will definitely let you quench the fire in the dungeon of Nifgaard."

A young man in black robe and armor walked into the room.

"Molfan Furis?" The Minister of Finance narrowed his eyes and looked at the uninvited guest, then looked at the officer and the guard beside him, and immediately frowned.

Something was wrong.

He looked beside him, and his emperor was still sitting in the chair with a blank expression:

"Molfan, this is not where you should come."

The cold and low voice made the young duke's smile stiff for a moment, but he did not respond to the emperor, but looked to the side of the long table.

The black-haired young man was looking in his hand in confusion.

In his palm, the diamond-shaped pendant was already dull.

A smile appeared on Morfan's face again.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I have some objections to this. You are discussing my future queen..."

The Duke turned his head and looked straight at his emperor:

"Why don't there be a place for me?"

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Everyone in the room was stunned in front of this sudden change.

The Finance Minister shouted again: "Molfan, you are crazy!" A fat face turned red: "Guard! Arrest Duke Furis in the name of the emperor!"

However, the two guards in the hall did not respond.

There was also a silence on the corridor outside the door.

The guards were still standing straight, and there was no expression in the cracks of their helmets' eyes.

Enhill finally turned his gaze and looked at the bald officer behind Morfan.

The fully armed officer remained silent and avoided the emperor's cold gaze.

After a long silence, Enhill sneered: "Molfan, you can't sit still after all."

Moerfan ignored the emperor's questioning. He walked around the long table, walked to the window on the other side, and looked at the sea several hundred meters below.

Dozens of fishing boats are gathering towards Sinnied Island.

Those boats, which were only a few meters long, were docked on the beach at the foot of the mountain, and hundreds of people with different costumes jumped from it.

They pulled out steel swords from the fish bucket on the boat and then disappeared among the rocks and bushes at the foot of the mountain.

Moerfan withdrew his gaze and smiled and said, "You are sitting safely, Your Majesty Eunhill..."

He slowly walked towards the emperor, but was blocked by the short and fat minister of finance.

The two guards immediately walked up, but Moerfan waved his hand to stop them: "No hurry, no hurry."

He smiled at Enhill, who was expressionless and said:

"I'm really sorry, I'm late. The discussion just now doesn't count. Why not do this, let's do it again."

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The conference room fell into a strange silence.

Now, everyone has already understood the situation in front of them.

This is a coup!

Just like six years ago, the last time was Niphgaard's conspiracy.

And this time it happened inside the empire.

Most of the imperial guards on the island have rebelled and turned to Duke Morfan.

Fighting and shouting came faintly from other floors, and sporadic battles seemed to be still taking place in this huge Gaston Palace.

Perhaps the few imperial guards were still loyal to the emperor and tried to resist, but were unable to turn things around.

I don’t know who activated the ancient forbidden demon barrier on Xiannid Island.

All warlocks lost their ability to cast and became as fragile and powerless as mortals.

The entire island has fallen under the control of Morfan Furis.

The young duke paced in the quiet conference hall.

"Geralt of Livia, Yennefa of Wengerburg."

He walked between the two, putting his hands on the shoulders of the sorcerer and the witch hunter: "I'm glad to see you again."

Then the conversation changed: "Xiri was missing in your hands. You messed up the task assigned to you by the great Emperor Enshir..."

"What do you mean?" Yennefa pushed away the Duke's hand.

"It means that you have overdrawn all the patience and trust of the empire. You don't have to worry about finding Xili..."

"What did you say?" Yennefa stood up directly.

To her, Xiri is like her own daughter, and most sorcerers are infertile, and Yennefa is no exception.

She had projected all her maternal love onto Xiri.

In the past few months, like Geralt, she has been suffering in her heart.

She has put all her hopes on this long trip!

The rage was burning, and the crackling lightning began to flow into the sorcerer's hands.

However, the lightning disappeared in an instant, and Ye Naifa also covered his forehead in pain and squatted on the ground.

The chaos energy around him was too violent, and it had reached a point where the sorcerer could not control it at all.

Geralt immediately squatted down to check his lover's condition.

Tris ran over from the other side of the long table at this time, leaning over and stroking Yennefa's back.

The duke raised his hands and took two steps back, showing an innocent look: "Be careful, Yennefa. I heard that this barrier will backfire the warlock who forcibly cast the spell."

The white wolf looked at Moerfan angrily and took the opportunity to scan the surroundings with his own light.

There were three fully armed soldiers in the conference room and more in the corridor outside the room.

He has been disarmed and has also lost the Seal of the Seal of the Law, probably can't do much.

The witch hunter finally looked at Zach like help.

"Hey, you say something!"

The black-haired mage ignored him, but his eyes remained on the ceiling of the conference hall.

Geralt's words reminded Morfan, pulling his attention back to Zach.
To be continued...