Blochilon Town, Lord's Mansion, Study.

Ciri sat in Lan's usual seat, playing with the quill in her hand with some boredom.

She spread out her hands, and then the pen floated in her hands like a real feather, even lighter than a feather, and then flew around her four fingers like a butterfly among flowers.

"Knock knock", there was a knock on the door, and after hearing Ciri's affirmative voice, he pushed the door open.

"Cohen!" Seeing the person coming, Ciri jumped up happily.

Ciri once trained in Kaer Morhen, and Coen was invited to spend the winter there as a member of the Griffin School, so he joined Ciri's "swordsmanship coaching team" for a long time.

At that time, apart from Geralt, Cohen was Ciri's favorite witcher - perhaps because the behavior of the Griffin School was more decent, unlike the other young wolves who could never learn to speak properly and often seized every opportunity to ridicule Ciri.

It is also possible that Cohen and Lane are both griffins and thus love each other for their loved ones.

"Greetings, Your Highness." After entering the room, Cohen smiled and gave a slight chivalric salute, which earned him a shy kick from Ciri.

"No kidding, Ciri." The witcher shook his head.

Because the news she learned during the day was too shocking, Ciri has been in a bad mood since returning from Otaga Fortress, and only Cohen has the leisure to cheer the child up.

Then he began to report in a serious manner: "My guerrillas have taken over the defense of the town. There are many helpers gathered by Lann here, and the defensive strength is far more than theoretical. If necessary, we can even withdraw to Brokilon to ask the dryads for help. We won't put you in danger."

Ciri patted Cohen's breastplate like a real princess: "Thank you, Cohen."

Cohen chuckled. "Lan En gave you to me, I will definitely protect you. It's just a pity that since entering the war, his predictive ability brought by the ancient blood has rarely appeared."

Cohen showed an expectant look when he said this: "Ciri, you are also an Ancient Blood. Can you see the future recently? Will the Nilfgaardians really raid Brokilon Town as we tactically judged?"

Ciri pursed her lips: "It would be nice if I could see it. I would rather you all go to the front line to help Lann, rather than wasting your energy on me because of this vague threat."

There is a magical phenomenon in the field of magic. When many magic sources are just awakened, they often show more powerful power than high-level warlocks who have been famous for many years.

In terms of predictive ability alone, even the royal astrologers of Nilfgaard today sometimes make mistakes in their predictions, but the warlocks can always take the truth that "the illusions seen by the magic source will definitely happen."

The power of the Demon Source during its awakening period is too huge, powerful, and chaotic, which is why it often causes damage to the Demon Source.

Many demon sources will have various physical deformities, and the most powerful ones will basically not survive to adulthood if they cannot receive timely teaching and learn how to organize their own power.

For example, Ciri now has not only a complete sword training group, but also a more fantastic magic private training group compared to the original. The magic power in her body has been fully sorted out. Although she has not awakened the ability to travel through time and space, she is also getting stronger step by step.

But this also temporarily deprived her of her predictive ability, making Ciri much more "ordinary" and making her particularly depressed.

Seeing Ciri's look, Cohen couldn't help but laugh.

"You are the most important princess of Lann, Ciri. How can it be considered a waste to spend energy on your security?"

"This is just a transitional period for your strength. Look at Lann's appearance. You may be stronger than me, Geralt, Yennefer and the others in the future."

Just as Cohen was comforting Ciri.

At the side, an emerald flame suddenly lit up on the painting opposite the desk, attracting the attention of the two.

The spirit in the painting, wearing a Gothic-style solid-colored long dress and a black veil covering her face, slowly appeared in the room and gave Cohen a ladylike salute.

"Alice!" Ciri's eyes lit up again, "Is it time to learn painting again?"

The spirit in the painting shook its head slightly. Alice's paintings of various forms are now scattered throughout the town. She can see everything that happens in any corner of Brokilon Town and move them to the corresponding location.

At this moment, she brought a piece of information.

"Nanomi... the female night demon that Lan brought back from Skellige has appeared. She also brought back a middle-aged man dressed as a herbalist." Alice frowned slightly. "They said they wanted to see the 'Ancient Blood'."

…

Ciri knew that Lann always brought back some strange people or non-humans when he went out.

For example, Ciri liked Trollmoth very much and they played together often; for Berserker Bill, after hearing the story about him and the mermaid, Ciri shed tears, which was rare for her.

Among the "humanoid female creatures" brought back, Triss can provide Lan with strength assistance, and Ciri has already accepted it; Alice has a cold temperament and elegant appearance, not to mention men, Ciri herself has already fallen in love with her.

As for Saskia who had just arrived recently, his heroic look was what Ciri wanted to become in the future. After knowing that the other party was a real dragon, Ciri had no objection anymore.

These are the people whom Ciri has already accepted and even liked.

The only person Ciri could never like was the female night demon Nanomi.

Even though Nanomi seemed to be the favorite of others, such as a few members of the Wolf Faction.

At this moment, Ciri stood with her hands on her hips, looking at Nanomi and the middle-aged pharmacist she brought back with obvious hostility; Coen looked at the pharmacist and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

But Alice seemed to sense something, and fear appeared in her eyes, and she protected Ciri behind her.

It was Nanomi who broke the silence first: "Regis, this is one of the two Ancient Bloods I told you about. However, it seems that her power has just awakened, and she is not as good as the other one I told you about."

“Greetings, Your Highness.” Unlike the female night demon who didn’t care much, Regis saluted Ciri with a gesture that even the court teachers couldn’t find fault with.

Then he turned to Cohen and Alice and said, "Hello to you two as well—Mr. Witcher and the miraculous lady."

"My name is Mil Regis Lohorek Tajif Godfroy. My friends usually call me Regis." Regis smiled and said, "I am an old friend of Nanomi. I heard that there are ancient bloodlines that need help here, so I hope to join in and do my part."

…

Even if she doesn't like it, Ciri welcomes her to contribute and help Lann.

She also knew that those who were accepted into Lan's "lion group" would not harm them, and the female night demon brought back would at least not be an enemy.

The little princess forced out a perfect social smile and said, "Thank you for coming, Mr. Regis. Cintra welcomes all like-minded partners to join us. It's a pity that Lann is busy with affairs and is away. I can only trouble you to stay in Brokilon for the time being and make arrangements after he returns."

Regis gave a puzzled look: "But... aren't you a princess?"

Ciri said as a matter of course: "Now I listen to Lann too."

Regis immediately bowed his head apologetically, as if he sensed Ciri's dissatisfaction: "Please forgive my offense."

Xili raised her chin slightly to indicate that it was nothing to worry about.

Then she glanced at Nanomi with a curious look on her face, "Since you are an old friend of Nanomi's, Regis, I wonder what kind of power you have? I might take the liberty of asking... Is there a 'male night demon'?"

Nanomi burst out laughing and said calmly, "According to your human classification, Regis is a 'high-level vampire'!"

…

Like female night demons, high-level vampires are alien creatures that mistakenly entered the continent due to the intersection of celestial spheres and were trapped here, but they are much more powerful than the latter.

They are undisputedly at the top of the food chain. As far as the abilities of high-level vampires are recorded, they include but are not limited to: flight, invisibility, immense strength, invulnerability, transformation into giant bats, resistance to sunlight, telepathy, manipulation of living things, and so on.

And most importantly - immortality.

Literally "immortal". High-level vampires cannot be killed, at least humans have not yet found a way to kill them. Even if they are chopped into pieces or forged into glass with sand, high-level vampires can recover little by little over a long period of time.

A king once issued a commission, offering half the kingdom as a reward for hunting down a high-level vampire, but the reward was never claimed, and instead the country disappeared in the end.

Because high-level vampires look similar to humans and have similar ways of thinking and behaviors, they very much like to live in cities and lead a life that is no different from that of humans.

It's no surprise that this race loves to suck blood. Some high-level vampires will follow their inner beasts and hunt humans like hunting; some will adopt more elegant methods, such as running an orphanage; more intelligent ones will run a family and use a kingdom or even an empire as a cover.

However, there are still some high-level vampires who can completely give up drinking human blood and will not harm anyone - such as Regis who has come to the town of Brokilon at this moment.

In the original novel, Ciri is often chased or kidnapped by various forces. Regis unexpectedly meets Geralt, who is looking for his destined girl for who knows how many times. After hearing the story of the bard Dandelion, he is deeply moved and joins Geralt's team to find his girl.

Although Regis would not die, he was still seriously injured for Geralt and Ciri to the point of being in a coma for hundreds of years before he could barely open his eyes. He can be said to have done his best.

Geralt and Ciri don't know these things now and probably won't know them. But Regis, who came to Brokilon by accident, is now undoubtedly a strong ally.

…

After hearing Regis's complete "self-introduction", the study became quiet for a moment.

Cohen's face twitched fiercely, and he reflexively made the [Quinn Seal] gesture. Although he did not openly assume a fighting stance, his entire aura had changed.

Ciri swallowed her saliva. She had read the Monster Manual in Kaer Morhen and knew what a high-level vampire meant.

The existence of such a thing is definitely a cause for joy for Cintra.

I just suddenly missed Lan a little.

…

With a "boom", the portal opened.

Since Nilfgaard had already conquered Aedirn, a place Lann had never been to, he could only bear with it and go through the portal of Aedirn's advisor.

The destination was in the city, but as soon as we walked out of the portal, we heard shouting and killing all around.

It seemed that the Nilfgaardians had already broken through here, and now the coalition forces were in a fierce battle. Everywhere in sight was filled with the black cloaks of the cavalry, and the horseshoes knocked on the cold ground.

The massive appearance of the portal was too eye-catching in the center of the battlefield. A wave of arrows flew directly from the black army's camp. The Aedirn advisor who walked out of the portal had just put away the spell and had no time to put up the protective shield. He only had time to let out a short, thick scream.

Fortunately, a circular shield with a heavy color like the earth appeared in time.

[Quen's Seal. Active Shield]

The metal arrows hit the magic shield, creating ripples, and a stream of fresh air rushed into Lann's brain, relieving his dizziness and causing him to groan slightly.

Comfortable.

With his left hand supporting the active shield, Lann grabbed the Aedirn advisor with his right hand and shouted, "The city has been breached! Can you find Demave?"

The Aedirn consultant stared at Lann's left hand in a daze: "Why don't you use spells to cast magic... and why is it so easy to maintain it?"

"Because I used a sigil, no spells were needed! Can you find Demave? Is there anything magical that can help locate him?"

"No...it can't be a seal. It's just a simplified magic trick. How could it be so powerful..."

Seeing that Radcliffe still refused to listen at such a critical moment, Lane slapped him without any hesitation.

This actually sobered up the consultant from Aedirn. The shouting and killing around him gave him a sudden chill, and he began to speak like pouring beans:

"I can't find His Majesty! Because the King of the North is very wary of us sorcerers. His Majesty won't allow us to locate him, let alone be able to teleport to him at any time!"

Lan gritted his teeth and accepted the defeat.

However, it is understandable that there is no other country in the North or even in the entire continent that can have such a harmonious relationship with the druids and warlocks as Lann.

In a group dominated by humans, any existence whose power exceeds the conventional human standards may gain superficial respect, but it is difficult to gain real trust.

Lann shook off the Aedirn advisor and was looking around to assess the situation.

The rain of arrows hit his seal, and at first it only made a "puff puff" sound, but then, to Lann's surprise, there was a sudden "boom" sound, and the entire shield was directly shattered.