"Are you having a good time, Vigfortz?"

Viggofortz's eyes suddenly widened.

He was almost devastated by the potion and could not think, but Lann's words still aroused his instincts.

"You, are...humiliating me?"

Lann stared at Viggo Fortz, trying to find some remaining charm of the top warlock in the North from this body.

He was the first human warlock on the continent to study the Ancient Blood, and his research on the lineage even surpassed that of the elves;

He had been using Emhyr to plan his own goals for more than thirty years, and his strategy and forbearance far exceeded those of ordinary conspirators;

He was born with a magical power, and is now one of the top five warlocks on the continent. He also used the Civil War to gain himself a top reputation among warlocks, and is unrivaled in the limelight.

Before he took the initiative to reveal his thoughts, everyone thought he was a righteous, calm, and brave man who would be the leader of the northern warlocks in the next era.

Lan stared at him.

"I did not humiliate you, Vigfortz."

"Think about it carefully. We have never really met each other, right? You did cause considerable damage to the town of Brokilon, but those damages were later repaired by the Djinn you brought with you."

Lan's face was very cold, but his voice was very steady: "There is no irreconcilable hatred between us, right?"

The potion entered Viggofortz's brain and he became drowsy.

"We are not... enemies?"

“We… are not right!” Vigfortz raised his head suddenly, “I have already told you about Pavetta and Emhyr!”

Viggofortz's body suddenly twitched, foam came out of his mouth, and his limbs twisted in pain, as if a hundred ants were biting him inside.

He let out a horrible howl.

Lann raised his eyebrows helplessly, and thrust a needle into Vigfortz's neck. The potion flowed into his blood vessels, and the warlock soon calmed down.

"What's in here?" Lan En raised the syringe in his hand and asked to the side.

"Some extracts of Bidens pilosa, Red Corpse Mushroom, and Mandrake." Mossak looked at Vigfortz coldly, "Just think of it as a strong hallucinogen with a slight toxin."

Lann nodded in affirmation: "Good stuff."

Lan pointed to another injection in Mossak's hand: "What about this one?"

"You can think of it as stimulant."

Another dose of potion was pressed into the prisoner's veins, and his quiet body began to twitch.

Lane and Mossak walked out of the cell, closed the door, and observed Vigfortz's condition through a palm-sized surveillance window.

Wait until the Warlock Captive stops twitching.

After observing for a while, the druid nodded to Lan, indicating that it was almost done.

“Crack—”

The sound of the iron door opening and the sound of footsteps awakened Viggofortz from his coma, and the light that shone into the compartment made him curl up and tremble slightly.

"Are you having a good time, Vigfortz?"

…

"We... don't have any irreconcilable grudges," Vigfortz repeated.

"That's right." Lann said softly, "You know I am different from Queen Calanthe. The Cintra I rule is particularly friendly to warlocks. I even let my servant follow you to learn magic - his name is Ace, remember?"

"Cintra welcomes anyone who can help." Lann tapped the side of Vigfortz's face, watching the skin dent under the pressure of his fingertips, "And I think you are that kind of person."

"I can help Cintra... No!"

"Lannister, you!!"

The warlock began to twitch.

Another needle was inserted.

Mossak lowered his head and said, "I increased the proportion of Mandrake this time. The effect should be better."

…

"I think we can still build a friendship." Lann took a deep breath and gritted his teeth, "For a brighter future."

"A greater future..."

"I can even share the power of the Ancient Blood with you."

"Ancient...ancient blood!" A light suddenly burst out from Viggofortz's eyes.

This was the first time he had such a violent reaction.

"That's right." Lan used a skill point to open a new [Follower] column and was about to say something.

Looking back, I found that Viggofortz's body began to twitch again.

Lann sighed.

Watching the old druid skillfully press into Viggo Fortz's veins again, he said helplessly: "Are you enjoying this process a little bit, or even a little bit on purpose?"

Mossak pulled out the needle roughly, leaving the warlock's neck bleeding. "I don't deny it."

The druid pondered for a moment and asked, "Does he really have to stay alive?"

Lan nodded: "He still has a very important role to play before he can leave. Philippa can't sing a solo in the coup on Thaned Island. She needs a strong opponent to tear the Brotherhood apart reasonably - and that person can't be me, at least not in the eyes of the Northern Warlocks."

The druid stared at Vilgefortz. "I see."

…

"I am disgusted by the kings of the North." Lann said softly, "Why do they think they are so high and mighty?"

"The blood of the ancients is the power to rule the world. I can give it to you. If you and I unite, there will be no one in the world who can rival us..."

"Ancient... Ancient blood..."

Vigfortz looked up: "How do you want to share?"

His voice was muddy and his eyes were cloudy: "You want...how can I help you?"

Lan looked directly into the warlock's eyes. "It's simple. There will be a grand party on Thanedd Island soon. I want you to tell Nilfgaard the news and then do what you want to do."

"What do I want to do?"

"Yes. What a Northerner with a deep friendship with a Southerner would do," Lane repeated.

Vigfortz lowered his head, then raised it again: "Ancient...blood...good!"

Lane placed his left hand on Vigfortz's forehead, "Look, now we have a basis for conversation."

"This strength is like a deposit. Once the stage is built and everything we expect is performed..." Lann said gently, "You will get more."

The experience points began to decrease, and soon reached the hundreds.

As if he felt the power pouring into his body, Viggofortz narrowed his eyes greedily.

However, Lan frowned fiercely and withdrew his hand in the astonished look of Vigfortz.

The experience points consumed are a bit too much.

"You don't consider me a friend, Vigfortz."

"No, no, no..."

Vigfortz felt the power he had always dreamed of, and his brain and body were cheering for that moment. He couldn't bear to see the power right in front of him slip away from him again.

So he struggled to stretch his neck and placed his head back in Lan's palm.

"Ancient Blood... again." Vilgefortz said with his mind blasted into mush by the potion, "Again, no more."

Lann sneered, and slightly clenched his five fingers together, his fingertips slightly digging into Viggofortz's scalp.

The warlock began to tremble in pain.

The experience value jumped down again, and this time it stopped before it even reached ten digits.

Lan nodded with satisfaction.

…

A fiery red portal opened in mid-air, and the resulting storm blew the manuscripts in the laboratory all over the floor.

Viggofortz stepped out from the middle with high spirits.

His clothes were torn, his appearance was disheveled, and he smelled bad. But surprisingly, he did not have a single scratch on his face, and his spirits were extremely high.

"Lydia," the warlock yelled. "Lydia!"

Outside the secret laboratory, there were lightning and thunder, and violent waves were beating against the rocks.

The female assistant did not respond, indicating that she was not in this secret laboratory.

This is unusual.

Viggofortz frowned and strode to a magic communication device.

Magic power was injected into the empty crystal, lightning jumped between the metal rods, and soon a transparent light curtain appeared before his eyes.

The scene revealed Vilgefortz's laboratory on Aretusa, his official base against the Brotherhood of Warlocks.

The sound of the magic communication device activating startled the people on the other side, and soon Lydia hurriedly emerged from the light curtain. Vigfortz was right, his assistant was indeed in Aretusa.

The female assistant lost her vocal cords due to magic experiments, but there was still surprise in her eyes when she saw Viggofortz.

"You should wait here for me to come back." Vigfortz accused directly.

Lydia bowed her head.

"Why did you run back to Aretuza? You know this will put our operations at risk." Vigfortz said with dissatisfaction, "You should always be here waiting for news from me."

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

"Is it about the Lannister squire, the apprentice named Ace?"

Lydia couldn't make a sound, nor did she want to use magic to make a sound.

He just lowered his head.

For the sake of an apprentice, you actually created such a great risk for our actions!

Vigfortz originally wanted to reprimand his female assistant. She shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake. During the decades of their cooperation, Lydia had always acted very cautiously.

But inexplicably, Viggoforts suddenly remembered that the apprentice was Lannister's squire.

Lannister...

"This won't happen again." The anger in his heart suddenly lost its fuel and could no longer burn. In the end, he just said this lightly.

Lydia looked up suddenly, as if she had heard something incredible, her eyes full of shock.

Viggofortz ignored him and strode to the teleportation array beside him. As he chanted the magic spell, the gemstone filled with the original chaotic energy lit up like the sun, lighting up the surrounding runes.

The portal opened and Lydia stepped out.

"I'm sorry, I was a little impatient just now." Viggofortz calmed down again, "Please prepare a physical examination for me. I was captured in Cintra and was given a lot of hallucinogenic drugs. I need to make sure whether they have caused any damage to my body."

The illusion on Lydia's face used to disguise the wound trembled, and a worried voice immediately sounded in the air.

"Is it serious?"

Viggofortz nodded, then shook his head.

In a daze, Viggofortz felt that he must have been seriously injured, especially the scars on his face that were scratched by a high-level vampire, which were enough to disfigure him.

[But now I don’t have any scars on my body. ]

[Did Lannister heal my injuries with the so-called "sharing of the power of ancient blood", or was I not injured at all? ]

[Are there really high-level vampires in Cintra? Would creatures of that level defect to the Lannisters?]

Viggofortz felt his head begin to feel dizzy again, and the dreamlike feeling caused by the magic potion entering his brain came over him again.

He remembered that he seemed to have revealed a lot of his past conspiracies due to a mental breakdown when he was captured, but why did Lannister still let him go?

Could it be that those were just hallucinations caused by the hallucinogenic drugs, and in fact nothing was revealed during the interrogation?

Inexplicably, Vigfortz felt that Lann was very trustworthy, and perhaps he really survived the interrogation of those potions.

"In addition to the physical examination, use magic to sort out my memory." Viggofortz suggested, "My mind is very confused now."

"Okay." The air vibrated slightly, and Lydia answered immediately.

Vigfortz let out a long sigh and fell into a chair in the laboratory. There was lightning and thunder outside the window.

He listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the wall outside and suddenly felt that he had not done something very urgent.

"Has Nilfgaard contacted me during this period?"

"Yes, but you're not here."

Vigfortz groaned for a moment and said, "Tell them that there is now a great opportunity to capture all the northern warlocks. I need their cooperation."

…

Vigfortz's panel didn't offer any surprises to Lane.

His talent is [Magic Source], but this talent had already been shared with him by the ice giant Yotun.

The skill just happened to match the [Transformation and Sealing Technique] that he had previously taught himself, and in the end it just returned one skill point to himself intact.

Unconsciously, this top spellcaster on the continent was unable to provide any help to himself after contracting a follower.

Lan shook his head and focused his attention back on the present.

The black-covered thread-bound book was spread out in front of him, and Lan added "Nilfgaard" after "The Coup on Thanedd Island".

The sixth force entered the scene, so that Philippa could continue to perform.

Lan nodded in satisfaction.

Yesterday, Triss formally invited herself to attend the meeting on Thaned Island through the Brotherhood of Warlocks, and the official time of the meeting has also been set.

There is still some time before the start, so I will deal with the things at hand recently, and then I can go to Temeria later.

"House!" Lane shouted toward the door. "Has Temeria replied to your letter recently?"

"Not yet, sir!"

All right.

Lann tapped his brows, wondering if it was influenced by Ciri's previous announcement of the engagement.

Then let's see if there are any surprises in Novigrad.

"Then help me find Kaiyan!"

The red-eyed cat-faction witcher arrived soon, and he looked at Lann sitting in his seat with some excitement.

He was genuinely happy for Lan's current achievements.

The only flaw is this: "Why don't you let me participate in your war to restore your country? We cats are better at killing people than hunting demons!"

Lann chuckled and comforted him: "You are my trump card hidden in Redania, and now I need your help."

"How's the matter going for me before I left?"

Kaiyan thought for a while and said, "You know what, Novigrad is really a mess. In addition to Shapet and the guy from the circus, I also found a shapeshifter, a female night demon, and a 'dream teller' who can predict the future through dreams."

Lann calculated the combat effectiveness or other functions of these people: "Anything else?"