Lann was still talking to himself: "Actually, their current state is still good for us, right? We just have to monitor them strictly and guide them well. After all, this kind of group can easily be manipulated by extreme emotions and make some unexpected actions... Hmm? Uncle Mossak?"

Lan's voice became lower and lower, and he finally noticed Mossak's complicated look.

The old druid smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine. You are right. Just do what you think is right, Lan."

After finishing his words, Mossak turned around and left without waiting for Lan's answer. He had to continue doing his own things, and some emotions also needed some time to calm down.

Lann frowned in confusion, but before he could figure out what was wrong with the other party, he suddenly noticed his own arrow servant appearing at the edge of his vision.

"Ace!"

After hearing the oath master's voice, the arrow servant saluted respectfully.

"Come to my study."

In the study of the lord's mansion.

Lann looked at the arrow attendant who was looking down in front of him and asked, "Are you ready for what you are going to do next?"

Ace nodded: "I will work hard to learn magic, Lord Earl!"

The Arrow Servant's words were powerful, but Lan knew that the other party was somewhat reluctant.

On the mainland, nobles of legitimate birth actually don't think much of sorcerers.

Many noble ladies, while disdaining the impolite hairstyle of letting their hair down, would also comment that "this is a hairstyle only prostitutes and sorceresses would have", discussing the two side by side.

Of course, this is unreasonable. But just like the prejudice some people have against demon hunters, these views are deeply rooted in the aristocracy to some extent.

Not to mention that Ace was born into a knight family in Cintra and was educated that swords are supreme. In his opinion, charging with a gun is many times more honorable than hiding behind the team and striking lightning.

Of course, he also knew that a warlock might have more power than a knight; but it was just like most people in modern times who knew that certain professions could make more money but didn't do them because they felt it was a loss of face...

Of course, ideas are always changed by life.

Lane now wants to artificially change Ace's concept.

Lane knew the education Ace received, so he could understand his feelings, so he decided to give Ace some encouragement.

He strode forward and suddenly clapped his hands on Ace's shoulders, physically closing the distance between them.

Ace was surprised by this intimate action, which seemed like that of comrades-in-arms.

Looking at the pair of lion eyes staring straight at him, Ace began to stammer: "My Lord Earl..."

Before Ace could finish his words, Lann dropped the bomb: "Ace, this is a very important mission. There is something I have never told anyone, but now I decide to tell you - the demise of Cintra is inextricably linked to certain warlocks."

What? Ace's panicked heart suddenly began to beat with another emotion.

"I need someone who is truly my own to go deep into the warlock community. Before you showed up, I never thought that my plan could be accomplished..."

No one knew what Lan and Ace said in the study that day. Only when Geralt passed by on the first floor, he suddenly heard a loud shout from upstairs, which was like a chicken blood pumping. He was startled:

"For Cintra! For Lannister! For the Lord Earl!!!"

…

The next morning, in the garden of Lannister Mansion.

Geralt, Ciri, and Yennefer stood aside. White Wolf had an awkward expression, and Ciri stared at Triss.

Triss was saying goodbye to Lan, and Ace was standing behind her.

The red-haired sorceress had her appearance restored by this time, and once again became as beautiful and eye-catching as a flame. She took Lan's hand and said sincerely:

"Don't worry, Lan. The Northern Kingdom and the sorcerers will no longer ignore Nilfgaard. I will do my best to gain support for Cintra.

You don't have to worry about Ace. Although Aretuza only recruits female students, I know quite a few male sorcerers, and some of them are happy to recruit assistants with magical talents. Ace may receive better instruction than in the academy."

Ace, who had his ears perked up, suddenly had his eyes light up. A magic academy with only female students and female sorceress teachers?

The Arrow Servant found that he was not so reluctant to learn magic now.

Lann shook his head. "I heard there's an academy that specializes in training male sorcerers. It seems to be called Ban Ade?"

Ace: ...

Triss said in embarrassment: "Indeed, there are, but I am not familiar with the warlocks there, and Ban Ade's reputation is not very good..."

Lann nodded to show that he understood: "I understand. Speaking of which, I seem to often hear the name of a male warlock, who seems to be called... Viggo Fortz? That should be his name. Such a famous warlock must be very powerful. Does he recruit apprentices or assistants?"

Triss smiled and said, "Vilgofortz is the youngest and most promising member of the Warlock Brotherhood. He is the commander of the Battle of Sodden Mountain this time. Speaking of which, he has always been very concerned about the situation of the Northern War and has always been very friendly to Cintra. I will ask him for you."

Lann thanked him and said, "Thank you for your help, Triss."

Yennefer looked at the unrestrained Triss with a strange look, then looked at Ciri whose eyes were almost fixed on her friend, and smiled with a bit of distress and a bit of teasing.

After saying goodbye, Triss took one last close look at Lan's lion eyes, then suddenly stepped forward and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly with her arms.

Lann suddenly felt as if his whole body was wrapped by a soft thing, and he suddenly regretted wearing armor at this moment.

Triss whispered in Lan's ear: "Don't worry, Lan, Xintra will be fine. I will do my best to help Xintra and help you."

The space portal opened in mid-air, and the fiery red-haired sorceress and the arrow servant disappeared into the portal in an instant.

Lan was still savoring the hug when he suddenly heard familiar footsteps, then a familiar scent, followed by a familiar force hitting his arms, and finally a familiar force that made him take two steps back.

Ciri tightened her arms with all her strength as if she were competing, even though she was in pain from the griffin armor.

The little princess said sullenly, "You must come to see me more often."

Mossak was smiling the whole time and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

"Lady Yennefer, Ciri will be in your care from now on." Lann touched the head in his arms and said to the sorceress beside the White Wolf.

Yennefer nodded in return, opened the portal with both hands, and pulled Ciri and the bitter-looking Geralt into it.

After seeing off two groups of troops heading to Kaer Morhen and the headquarters of the Warlock Brotherhood, the entire lord's mansion became much quieter.

After so many days, the situation around Brokilon Town has basically been stabilized. Next, Lann plans to take people to clean up the troubles in the surrounding area, select some soldiers from the refugees to supplement the troops, and then he can completely draw a line to establish a relatively stable defense line and wait for the opportunity to counterattack according to his previous plan.

During this process, he also had time to go to Kael Siren to communicate with Geron and learn some skills as a witcher. Although he had learned the sigils by himself now, there was still a lot of knowledge in the Griffin School that he could not learn with his cheat code system, such as potion making, the use of various sudden mutagens, the knowledge of facing different monsters, etc.

With a school of thought behind him, he had to make use of it, right? Besides, Mossak had been free recently, so he should discuss the second mutation of the demon hunter.

With this thought in mind, Lane took out the softcover book that Geron had given to his family before leaving Toussaint's secret laboratory.

Before leaving, Geron gave Lan three things in total, namely the [Top Griffin School Set], the [Griffin School Demon Hunter Badge], and the last one, the softcover book that Geron gave him. According to him, this kind of book is a set, and what is written on the blank page of Lan's book will appear on the corresponding page of Geron's book with the same content.

Therefore, they were able to communicate even though they were thousands of miles apart. Geron hoped that Lann would pass on the message in this way, waiting for Lann's notification to open the portal to take him to Kael Siren.

This notebook has a simple name in the system: [Griffin School Contact Notes].

At this time, Lane was really considering the words to use in his first letter to Jeroen. What should he write at the beginning?

Mr. Geron? Too distant.

Dear mentor? That seems a bit too flattering.

Let's choose the most simple and safe name. Lann dipped his ink and began to write:

“Dear Teacher:

It’s nice to be in person.

I'm sorry that it took me so long to contact you. A series of terrible things have happened in my country recently. I may not be able to receive systematic witcher education in Kael Siren. My responsibility always urges me..."

Lan briefly wrote about the destruction of Cintra, and then prepared to write his own request, and by the way, try to play the victim and promise something to see if he could bring the Griffin School to Cintra.

"I know that the Griffin School never interferes in politics..."

Accidents always happen unexpectedly. This pen suddenly can't write anymore.

Lane repeatedly scribbled on the notebook with his pen. At first he thought there was no ink left and tried to dip it in some ink, but he found that the ink seemed to have turned into a ball of gel, which sank as he poked the pen tip lightly.

At some point, the whole house, or rather the whole Brokilon, became eerily quiet. No shouting or laughter could be heard, as if the whole world was covered with a layer of soundproof film that isolated Lane's room from the outside.

Lan realized something. It wasn't just a matter of sound.

He loosened his grip on the pen, and the pen just stayed in mid-air, motionless.

Time stopped.

"Knock knock knock." There was a sudden polite knock on the door.