The palm-sized medicine bottle actually gushed out enough magic potion to fill a wooden barrel, and it flowed accurately into the mouths of every servant and soldier like a stream dividing into countless tributaries.

The sounds of "thump" and "thump" of people falling continued to be heard, and everyone returned to normal one by one, but at this moment they all collapsed on the ground due to exhaustion.

Seeing the three servants struggling to stand up and stand between him and Philippa, Lann waved his hand to signal them not to worry: "You should have a good rest first, and we will talk about the rest when we get back."

He turned around and watched Philippa calmly taking back the magic potion, and asked in doubt: "What kind of method is this? With Reens's magical attainments, how could he freeze so many soldiers in an instant?"

Philippa chuckled and said, "Your understanding of warlocks is still too one-sided: metal, plants, blood, and even a full moon night can all be used properly to unleash power that you can't imagine."

Philippa pointed at the people lying on the ground and said, "The knowledge of magical botany is also very interesting. Reens used a nightshade plant and mixed it with your daily diet. It only takes a little bit of magic to create such an effect."

Philippa explained over and over again, not noticing the loopholes in her words, or rather, she deliberately left them full of loopholes and didn't care.

Nightshade mixed in the daily diet of this group of people?

Lann's teeth were chattering. He and his group had just arrived at the beef burger today. Who could have the chance to mix the potion into their food so punctually and efficiently?

There are only the butlers from the Redanian side or the waiters from the Bull Castle, all of whom are under the jurisdiction of Philippa and Dijkstra!

To put it another way, even if they didn't instruct the poison directly, wouldn't they check the food given to the royal visitors? Would the largest intelligence agency in the North be so careless?

Considering the fact that Philippa was able to take out the antidote so accurately, there is only one answer: Reans's behavior was supported by Philippa.

Lann took a deep breath and said, "Does the king know about this? You can be convicted of treason for secretly collaborating with assassins to murder the king's allies. At the very least, you can be convicted of dereliction of duty!"

Philippa responded sharply: "What is the purpose of the Count of Cintra going out with forty fully armed soldiers in the middle of the night? To assassinate the king? If this crime is true, then we have protected the king, which is a great achievement."

"Don't act like a child, Lord Lannister - although you are still a child to me." Philippa said, "Let's go to another place. This place is not suitable for discussing things. Believe me, when you know the great cause I invite you to join, everything that happened in the past and now is nothing."

Warlocks are always so confident.

Lann hated the feeling of being led by the nose, but what Philippa said at this time made sense. Lann and his party really had to return to Niubao as soon as possible to avoid being misunderstood. After resting for a quarter of an hour, the soldiers barely had the strength to stand up.

Just as he was about to leave, Lan suddenly stopped.

Philippa tilted her head slightly, looking inquiringly.

Lann said hesitantly: "I think...I seem to have forgotten something."

Philippa raised her chin slightly: "Since you forgot, it means it's not important."

Lan frowned, feeling that what Philippa said made sense this time.

…

In the canal, the water rose and fell mixed with sawdust and all kinds of strange things.

Dandelion sat on the river bank, all wet, looking at the horizon with melancholy and anxiety, holding himself in his hands and shivering.

"Have they finished fighting yet?"

"You won't forget me like Geralt did..."

…

At this time, the east was already showing light and it was about to get bright.

Lann finally remembered the poet and sent his servants to find him. They quietly returned to the Bull Castle, packed their luggage, and arranged their clothes.

When Lann saw Philippa again, she had turned back into the beautiful court sorceress she once was.

When they met before, Philippa changed into men's clothes for convenience. In addition, she had been tracking and monitoring Lann in the dark for a long time, and inevitably got caught in the rain in the state of an owl. Although she had a proud temperament, she inevitably looked embarrassed.

At this moment, she changed back into the sleeveless low-cut dress with an exaggerated back collar that she often wore, and put on her favorite black onyx jewelry again, acting like the host in Lan's room.

Seeing that Lann was still wearing full armor in combat attire, Philippa sneered as if she was facing a sulky child, pointed at the sofa and said, "Sit down."

Philippa poured herself a glass of wine and said as she drank: "I know you are still concerned about Reans' poisoning, but don't worry, this is a test I planned, and everything is under my control. Even if you fail the test in the end, we can ensure that you will not be hurt by Reans - after all, you are the king's ally."

"Rience is just a pawn. You are much more important."

As expected of her, the first sentence of the conversation makes people so angry.

Lann tried to control his tone so that it wouldn't be too harsh, and asked back in a voice as emotionless as possible: "Test?"

Philippa nodded and said, "I have heard some rumors and summarized some information. All clues point to one result: you have extraordinary talent, Lannister. Maybe you haven't noticed this yourself, and if this is true, then there is no doubt that your future is bright, and that is why I want to invite you to join my great cause."

Philippa looked at Lann's expression, which did not change at all, and said with emotion: "This test proves that you are indeed special. I did not stop Reens' actions, but secretly observed everything: he actually added the same poison to your food, but you were not affected at all; you were able to fight dozens of assassins alone with a sword and kill them all in an instant; you were also able to control the warlock's mind with magic tricks such as sigils, which surprised me the most, because many warlocks cannot do this."

Did Ryans poison him? He really didn't feel anything. Not to mention the excellent poison resistance of the demon hunters, Lann himself maxed out the two alchemy core skills of [Increase in Resistance] and [Metabolism Control] when he was a mortal.

"You have proven your worth in physique, combat, spells, and great magical power, Lannister." Philippa said mysteriously, "You may not know your potential yet. After all, your background limits your knowledge. I can give you a direction to explore yourself. Go and look up this term - Ancient Blood."

The anger in Lan's heart suddenly dissipated a little, and instead a feeling of both laughter and tears surged up.

Do I need you to tell me that I am actually an ancient blood?

Philippa continued, "As for the great cause I want you to be a part of, since our relationship has not yet been established, I cannot reveal the details to you. But I can tell you that my plan includes a force that is enough to turn the continent upside down. Joining us will be a hundred benefits for you and no harm."

Lan En felt even more absurd. "No harm, only benefits" meant going to the stake with you?

However, Philippa seemed to have a good reputation after her death. Hundreds of years after she was burned at the stake, historians and politicians in need finally helped the sorceress assembly to collectively quell the rebellion, restored their reputation and gave them the title of "martyr". Philippa also seemed to have been given the title of "saint".

From this perspective, Philippa's political ideals are not completely unrealized...

Looking at Philippa, who had helped the enemy to poison his group and was now shamelessly making big promises to win him over, Lane almost laughed out loud.

It's another situation where the enemy is in the open and we are in the dark.

Although he and Philippa will eventually part ways due to differences in values, at this stage, by taking advantage of the other party's arrogance and his own foresight, he may be able to temporarily use this top warlock in the north as his own strength.

But the feud has already been formed. Lann is a man who has a clear distinction between love and hate. He also knows Philippa's character very well. They will eventually turn against each other.

Just wait, Ms. Owl. Sooner or later, I will reproduce for you the world-famous painting "Forbidden Room Tuguqian"!

Lan rubbed his face and forced himself to manage his expression: "You repeatedly mentioned your great plan, but you didn't say what your great plan is. How can I determine my position and how can I prove myself?"

Not paying attention to the slight aggression in Lann's tone, Philippa was extra generous:

"You don't need to know the full plan at the moment. We all have our own responsibilities, and so do you. Perhaps it was the guidance of fate that you completed your task very well."

Lann leaned forward, showing an interested look: "Mission?"

Philippa nodded and said, "You have taken control of Cintra, which is good. This provides us with a unique possibility. Maybe you don't even know it yourself - you are actually a warlock, a source warlock. In order to help your actions, I will try to persuade Vizimir II to continue to support Cintra in the future."

Lann felt a sharp pain in his teeth, and suddenly felt that it was unnecessary. According to Philippa's political intelligence, he really didn't dare to accept the other party's kindness.

He considered his words for a while and said, "When I was helping my subjects, I heard a saying, 'Don't put all your eggs in one basket.' Vizimir II has decided to form an alliance with me. I think it is enough to maintain the existing relationship. If you really want to help, please provide me with more diversified assistance."

Seeing Philippa's stunned look, as if she didn't expect him to refuse her help, Lan said tactfully: "For example, let Count Dijkstra contact me more often. He and I seem to get along well, and I see that you two seem to be very close."

Lann tapped his shoulder, hinting at the time when Philippa came to see him in owl form with Dipang. In terms of politics, he really trusted Dipang more than Philippa.

Then he added: "At the same time, I also value the help of warlocks. I heard that you are a member of the Supreme Council of Warlocks. Can you help me get some more help in magic?"