There was a strong wind outside, with lightning and thunder. The violent wind raised huge waves and smashed the rocks on the shore, but it did not disturb the quiet laboratory at all. All the wind, thunder and noise were isolated outside.

The bad news made the warlock frown. This was just one part of his big plan, even if it played a very small role.

Vigfortz thought for a moment and asked, "If I remember correctly, the demon hunter's name is Judd Carradine?"

"Probably. I didn't bother to remember the witcher's name."

Lydia van Bredewater, as Vigfortz's assistant and personal secretary, reported to him the intelligence she had recently collected.

Lydia's cold and beautiful face did not move at all, but her voice rang in Vigfortz's ears: "The demon hunter is dead, and the crystal he sent to you is also missing."

"The crystal is just a small matter. The main point is the witcher. We lost an ear in Cintra."

Viggofortz continued to flip through the book in front of him. It seemed that it had an amazing attraction. He could deal with his assistant while reading.

"The demon hunter is quite powerful, and he has a team. He won't be killed easily. Who is it?"

"A young lord of Cintra," Lydia answered. "Lane Lannister Rhaanron."

Vigfortz chewed on the name carefully and finally found something wrong. He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Lei Anlun?"

Lydia nodded and said affirmatively: "Lei Anlun."

Vigfortz stood up and walked to the bookshelf, carefully searching for his target. After a long time, he took down a notebook and unfolded it to reveal a family bloodline map.

At the top of the map were many familiar and legendary names: Falja, Laura Doron Aipu Xidahar, and Idalia. Extending to the bottom were the following names: Calanthe, Pavetta, and Xirilla.

There is one more name, also at the bottom but further away from them: Lannister. And that name has been crossed out.

Lydia slowly walked to Vigfortz and pointed to the blank space after "Lannister" on the page and said, "He is Lannister's only son, and now Lannister is dead."

"Then he is one of the only three descendants of the Ancient Blood left in the world. I originally thought there were only two left, but I didn't expect Calanthe and Cirilla to have such a distant relative. Why didn't we hear about it before?"

"Forget it, forget it." The warlock shook his head and put this trivial matter behind him without waiting for an answer. He added Lan's name to the page. "Boys are good. Although they cannot inherit power, they are convenient for spreading and providing more bloodlines. After our plan is implemented, we must keep an eye on him. Of course, the first thing is Cirilla. She is the most important."

Lydia nodded. Watching the male wizard fall into a state of motionless thinking again, she took a chair, paint and drawing board from the side and silently began to sketch the picture in front of her.

In the picture, a handsome and tall wizard stands next to a bookshelf, surrounded by various documents, drafts, and books. The flickering candlelight on the desk illuminates half of the wizard's body, making him look half majestic in the light and half mysterious in the darkness.

The window allowed the violent storms, lightning and thunder from outside into the house without disturbing the interior. It seemed as if all the ferocity of nature had been kept outside the house by this man alone.

He was tall and handsome, all of which were maintained by magic, and his actual age was close to 100. Unlike most long-lived people who became more and more reclusive as they aged, the years had given Vigfortz knowledge, experience, and calmness, but had never worn away his energy, foresight, and strength.

He stared at the pages in front of him, a light of ambition burning in his eyes that was brighter than lightning.

"Ancient Blood!"

…

One month later.

City guard camp and martial arts arena.

Lan En was sweating profusely. He held the training sword in one hand and faced four swordsmen. These four swordsmen were fully equipped with protective gear.

House passed by the training ground carrying a bundle of hay and glanced at the situation inside. Four people were slowly turning around their lord the earl, looking for flaws.

It won't be long, House thought. When he walked into the stable with hay in his arms, Black Wind had been waiting for him for a long time.

Lann had tamed the wild horse long ago, and House also had a good relationship with it. When the breeder came in, the horse nudged him with great dissatisfaction, moved its lips a few times, and started to chew the grass on House's shoulder.

"Hey, slow down, slow down." House scolded in a low voice.

When the young stable boy brushed off the broken grass on his body and went out, he saw Lann walking like a cat, nimbly passing between the two opponents, and his sword slashed at their abdomen, knees and backs with lightning speed.

There were already two people lying on the ground, and now there were two more.

Sword took off his helmet with a grin and shouted happily: "You are worthy of being the Earl!"

"My Lord Earl!" Dozens of soldiers watching the scene cheered loudly, as excited as if they were the ones who defeated their opponents.

The other swordsman lying next to Sword took a breath and took off his helmet. It turned out to be the Archer Ace.

As the son of a knight, he actually has a decent swordsmanship, but he is far inferior to Lann and also far behind Sward. He loves arrows more, but he is always dragged to make up the numbers to practice swordsmanship.

"You're probably the only one who's so excited after being chopped to the ground," Ace sighed.

"But it was the Earl who chopped us down. Did you see his sword moves just now? He defeated four of us head-on!" Sword continued to shout excitedly. He looked at the Earl to whom he swore allegiance, as if he was looking at a powerful hero who walked out of a poem.

"You two are pretty good too, worthy of being the Earl's attendants." The other two people on the ground took off their helmets. They were both deputy captains of the city guards. "You have been able to hold out for so long. If we were fighting alone, I might not be able to beat you!"

[Name: Lann Lannister Rhaanron

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 16

Talent: Ancient Blood (Unawakened)

Experience: 400/1500

HP: 260/260

Mana: Not enabled

Inventory: Training suit, steel knight sword

Skills: Muscle Memory (5/5), Precision Smash (2/5), Strength Training (5/5), Immovable (5/5)

Follower Slot: None (Unavailable)

Mission: City Defense Iron Guard Part 2]

In a month, Lann led the city guards to clear almost all the tasks in the entire Cintra capital. He was promoted two levels and also learned new skills as planned.

[Precision Heavy Attack] Rapid attack critical hit chance increases by 4%, rapid attack critical hit damage increases by 30%. Adrenaline poison increases by +2%. (2/5)