Chapter 111 Not only do I have people helping me to complete the mission, I also want them to come to me on their own



The man in front of him still had no expression on his face, but the background behind him seemed to be dyed a gloomy color all of a sudden, and began to exude the melancholy temperament of being abandoned by a lover.

Lann let out a long sigh, patted his face and stopped looking at the joke of the White Wolf. He turned to Mossak and said, "This is also the first thing I want to ask you to do, Uncle Mossak: Help us find a warlock to teach Ciri together. Do you remember the dream I had before?"

Mossak's eyes were complicated: "I can teach Ciri myself, and I can go to Kaer Morhen together."

Lan looked at the old uncle who suddenly became fierce, and hurriedly comforted him: "Uncle Mossak, I have something more important that I want to ask you for help. It's really the kind that you can't do without - forget it, let me talk about finding the warlock first, do you still remember Triss?"

Mossak nodded. He was one of his few warlock friends. "I can look for her for you, but I can't guarantee it. The northern warlocks seem to have gathered together to discuss something recently and have lost contact with the outside world."

According to this time point, the Battle of Mount Sodden should be next, and the Northern Warlock should be actively preparing for it now.

Although Triss cannot be contacted now, it is just what Lann wants: "I had a dream again recently: I saw a monument for the dead in my dream, and Triss's name was engraved on it. But she is not dead, but wailing in a laboratory with serious injuries - Uncle Mossak, do you know if Triss has any magic laboratory of her own?"

Mossak's expression became serious. "I once had academic exchanges with her on magic and know the location of her secret laboratory. But if Triss is going to experience that terrible thing, I must stop her..."

The old druid looked at Lann, and thought of the last words Queen Calanthe had said to him. Saving his life would definitely win over a new warlock to Cintra, but Triss was his friend, and if he watched her go to the battlefield and get seriously injured and did nothing...

Lann had no psychological burden about this kind of thing. His friendship with Triss in the game was only naked interest now. Currently, only the people present and his retainers were qualified to bear his friendship, and at most Geron and some people related to Cintra could be added.

But he saw the old druid's dilemma, and he comforted him, "According to Triss's character, even if you tell her the danger, she will not stop, right?

How about this, you can go find Triss and persuade her. If she gives up going to the battlefield, she will definitely not forget our life-saving grace and help us when she sees the monument after the war. But if she does not listen to our advice, we are also ready to save her and win her over. What do you think of this?"

Mossak rubbed his head and said, "Let me think about it... Didn't you say that you wanted to ask me for something else?"

Lann nodded: "The second thing is actually related to this - Ace, my servant, do you remember? I recently discovered that he has a talent for magic. Although it is not as strong as the magic source, it is still there. I want to send him to the magic academy for training, and I want to ask Triss to help."

Mossak nodded and said, "I remember that young man. I will go see him later. His talent for invisibility may not be as strong as you think. But there is no problem in learning. Even if I can't find Triss, I still have other warlock friends who can help me. Is there anything else?"

Lann took out his Griffin School badge, and there was one last thing.

"I have never told you in detail about my transformation into a demon hunter. I have found a way to make demon hunters mutate a second time, as well as more mutation information. I would like to ask you to continue researching ways to increase the success rate of demon hunter mutations, as well as mutation methods that make existing demon hunters stronger."

"I found these materials in the laboratory of Thomas Moreau, a demon. Now they are in the hands of his son, Geron Moreau, a knight."

Lann added: "I will tell you the specific process later. The current situation is this: Geron is my demon hunter mentor. He has these mutation data in his hands. I want to find an opportunity for you two to communicate -"

At this point, he suddenly laughed: "After all, you are my elder. Now I suddenly have a mentor, you have to check on me, right?"

Mossak stroked his beard when he heard this, and was very pleased with Lann's words: "Is it such an important matter? Continue to improve the demon hunter mutation... Lann, what do you think... Okay, then I will go meet that Jeroen Moreau."

Then the old druid sighed again, recalling the series of arrangements Lann had just mentioned, and sighed: "Lann, you have really grown up..."

As the days passed in the flames of war, information from the outside world was constantly collected through refugees, and Lann also sent out experienced scouts to gather intelligence.

After the fall of Cintra, only a small piece of land centered on Brokilon remained.

The kings of Bruges and Weyden each assembled nearly half of their country's standing army and stationed them at the border, both to guard against the large number of Cintra people gathered at the border and to guard against Nilfgaard; although they would have no way to deal with Nilfgaard if it broke through the blockade.

What could really serve as a deterrent were the 5,000 mercenaries sent by Temeria; when all these people were added together, for a time, there was actually a "coalition force" of 10,000 people at the border of Brokilon.

Among the "four countries" bordering Brokilon, only Soden did not send troops because they were too busy to take care of themselves at the moment.

In October 1264, the Northern War broke out. Nilfgaard captured Soden, which was not yet divided into "Upper Soden" and "Lower Soden". The Black Sun cavalry trampled the southern half of Soden, which was later called "Upper Soden", to the ground.

In November 1264, the Northern Allied Forces and the Warlock Brotherhood officially intervened in the battlefield and the Battle of Sodden Mountain broke out.

Later historical records stated that a total of 100,000 people participated in the battle, and at least 30,000 were killed or wounded in the battle.

People believed that a total of fourteen sorcerers died in this war. They erected a monument to praise these sorcerers. From then on, Mount Sodden was called "the mountain of wizards" or "the mountain of fourteen martyrs."

Mossak began to frequently open the portal to look for his "killed" friends. The fourteenth name on the obelisk commemorating the warlocks was "Triss Merigold". Some warlocks claimed that they saw Triss being set on fire and then attacked by a soldier with a sword, but no one found her body afterwards.

Mossak was distraught.

Intelligence from the outside world and the complicated affairs of the territory flew into the study of the Lord's Mansion in Brochilon Town like snowflakes. With the occasional help of the old butlers Ens and Mossack, Lan was learning to handle these affairs.

He put aside the intelligence about the Battle of Sodden Mountain. Now that the battle was over, the situation in Cintra would improve afterwards.

After reading the battle report, the following is the report from the territory: A large group calling themselves "The Lion Cult" has recently appeared around Brokilon Town. They are numerous and mostly made up of refugees. They organize refugees to pray in an organized and disciplined manner every night, and the refugees in their area are also very obedient to their management. However, anyone who verbally insults the name of Lannister may cause bloodshed, and the city guards have intervened many times...

Lan was a little dumbfounded. When did such a thing happen to his men? What the hell was the Lion Cult?

He looked up and the old butler in front of him looked at him strangely.

"Ahem." Lann coughed lightly. "Even if this kind of cult-like group has good intentions, we must have our people in it. House——"

The attendant looked up when he heard his name being called.

"Go and bring me the leaders of this sect. I have something to ask them. Then pick out some smart soldiers. I will use them later."

After seeing the servant nod and leave, Lann turned his gaze to the remaining rough pieces of paper.

Because a large number of refugees have been taken in and the territory has been temporarily expanded, minor and major incidents have often broken out within the territory recently, ranging from fights and quarrels to murder and robbery.

So Lann drew personnel from the city guards to form a security team, after all, this was their specialty. But then Lann discovered a bright spot in this series of events -

Urgent and serious incidents such as murder cannot be delayed, so Lann ordered the city guards to resolve them immediately.

But for some non-urgent matters, he asked the city guards to register and taught the refugees to write down their demands word by word, and then report them to the lord's palace for his review.

As soon as Lann picked up the pile of papers, the system's prompt sound began to sound in his mind:

[Discovery Mission - New Home]

[Discovery Mission - Bloodshed]

[Discovery Mission - Midnight Footsteps]

[Discovery Mission - Legend of the Tree Spirit]

【……】

As the system prompts continued to sound, Lan's mouth curled up more and more. Now, not only did he have someone to help him complete the task, but he didn't have to do the connection tasks himself. He just had to sit in the study and review them.

After the system prompt sound disappeared, he handed the collected "commissions" to the captain of the city guard who had been waiting for a long time, and said solemnly:

"These tasks must be completed as soon as possible. Cintra is in the midst of war, and we cannot let anything happen to our few seeds!"

The captain puffed out his chest and shouted loudly: "For Cintra!"

Only the old butler was not infected by the passionate atmosphere in the room. Looking at the captain's back as he left with a full sense of mission, he shook his head slightly in his heart: The young master's old problem has come back again.


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