The massive central hall of Aretusa's palace was built in the shape of a T. The longer column had narrow, tall windows that were almost level with the tops of the columns that supported the ceiling.

The ceiling here is very high, and each window is equipped with stained glass. There is wind blowing through the hall, but all the candle flames are motionless. When Lan En walked slowly past, he could clearly feel the vibration of the lion head emblem. Obviously, these candles are enchanted.

In Aretusa, magic is more common than a game of Gwent in the tavern.

The Warlock Brotherhood has a tradition of banquets. The more important the meeting is, the more grand the banquet before the meeting will be.

This time, the meeting to entertain representatives from the entire North was not enough to mobilize the servants of the entire Thanedd Island, so the Brotherhood also hired a number of cooks and servants from Gos Velen.

Triss changed into an emerald green low-cut evening dress, which seemed to shimmer like the light of the forest under the candlelight. The edge of the skirt was embroidered with gold, a necklace made of gold leaves hung on her collarbone, and a headband decorated with broken gold and small gemstones was tied around her forehead.

Such a jeweled outfit should have been exaggerated, but the harmonious color combination and Triss's unique temperament made the outfit elegant. The flame-like hair slightly covered the back of her body, and Lan even expected that the red hair could set the skirt on fire.

"I heard from the tailor in Cintra that this dress was designed by you?" Seeing Lann's eyes almost glued to her, Triss curled her lips modestly, "I now believe that those scholars in Niubao were attracted to Cintra by your knowledge."

"I still have many qualities waiting for you to explore." Lann also raised the corners of his mouth and stretched out his arm.

"So now, would this man in front of you have the honor of inviting Ms. Triss to the banquet?"

The slender wrist like a twig was raised with a chuckle.

The walls were decorated with tapestries, garlands, and pennants that fluttered in the cold wind. Long rows of tables were set against the walls, beneath the swaying tapestries and garlands, with exquisite plates on even more exquisite tablecloths, delicate flower arrangements, and gorgeous ice sculptures.

Lan and Triss walked into the hall, where there were already hundreds of people present.

The appearance of the lion and the sorceress immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

…

"The Lion of Cintra actually came in person. I thought it was just a rumor..."

"I've wanted to meet him in person for a long time. I didn't expect that he was even more handsome in person than described in the poem... Can a person's appearance without magic adjustment really produce such a handsome face?"

"Look next to him, it's Merigold. I heard she's been very close to the lion for a long time... What good luck!"

"Hey, maybe it's not good luck..."

…

Compared to the representatives from various countries who were whispering to each other with their mouths covered, the sorceress's discussion was not concealed at all.

They were also much more unrestrained than those ladies who coveted Lann. Soon, several sorceresses who were dressed in what Ciri considered "obscene" clothes twisted their waists and tried to get closer to Lann.

But they soon began to fight among themselves, as if they were trying to emerge as the "strongest" to gain the glory of being close to the lion.

Before Lan could laugh out loud, he suddenly felt the force holding his arm tighten, and a strong sense of being wrapped around him trapped him.

Well, it’s still a familiar feeling.

The sorceresses not far away spat at the same time and fought each other even faster.

"Are you very proud?" Lann lowered his head and looked at Triss with a decent and warm smile on her face.

Although the red-haired sorceress greeted the familiar people around her politely, Lan believed that if it were not for the wrong occasion, the temperature around her would have risen high enough to ignite a fire.

After a few brainstorms, Lann quickly found the most appropriate response at the moment.

He also had a smile on his face that was in line with social etiquette, his tone was gentle, but the words he uttered were cold.

"Are there any enemies of yours among those people? Do you want me to take advantage of the chaos and chop them down a few times?"

"Um?"

"Do you remember our plan? Break up the Brotherhood and absorb the warlocks into Cintra. Therefore, other respected people who may unite the scattered warlocks must be recruited as soon as possible; and dangerous elements who may be our enemies and have the risk of inciting the scattered warlocks must also be eliminated as soon as possible."

Lann tapped Triss's delicate shoulder in the direction of the group of sorceresses: "For example, them."

"Is that all you can think of?" The voice was a little excited.

"What else?" Lann's expression was matter-of-fact. "The overall situation is more important."

Triss is not a simple girl, she can fully understand Lan's intention. With Lan's ambition, this murderous statement is absolutely true; but for a man, it is definitely not true to a certain extent.

But Triss liked Lann's response.

Then Lann felt the wrapping feeling on his arm stronger, and his nose could almost only smell the scent of jasmine and orange.

"By the way, I really like your new perfume," Lan said seriously.

Triss covered her mouth and chuckled: "Yennefer helped me pick these... Look, there they are!"

Not far away, a sorceress with long black wavy hair was holding the embarrassed witcher with silver-gray hair. She stretched out her snow-white neck like a swan, raised her head, and pushed Geralt to the focus of the surrounding people's attention as if to challenge him.

With Lann's vision, he could see the wolf head badge on Geralt's chest constantly vibrating. It was obvious that the surrounding sorceresses were not only curious about the "little wolf dog" brought back by Yennefer, but also used mind reading to test it.

“As expected of her.” Triss sighed as she watched Yennefer’s behavior, “But the people around here are so rude—do you want to save Geralt?”

The answer was obvious. Lann quickly took Triss's arm and walked towards Geralt. This move completely focused the attention of the entire banquet. Now it was not just the sorceress who was curious about Geralt.

But the good thing is that now that the lion has appeared, the sorceresses will no longer use mind reading to spy on Geralt no matter how reckless they are. Lann can clearly feel that Geralt is relieved.

…

Lan looked up and down at the White Wolf, whose aura was obviously much more majestic. He was wearing a neat black tight suit that outlined his muscular figure very well.

"Yennefer insisted that I wear this." Feeling the teasing in Lann's eyes, White Wolf explained helplessly.

But this is not the point. The point is the significance of Geralt's appearance here-the secondary mutation is completed.

Triss and Yennefer hugged each other with laughter, then walked aside to leave the space for the two men. Lan and Geralt each picked up a glass of wine and chatted as if no one was around amid the curious gazes of the people around them.

"How does it feel?"

"It's never been better." Geralt clinked glasses with Lann. "It's like I've got a brand new body. My strength, speed, and reaction have all grown explosively. I can now beat Eskar and Lambert at the same time with one hand."

"And most importantly—look."

Geralt raised his hand, and an invisible force surged through his hand. The lion emblem and the wolf head emblem began to tremble together.

The Demon Hunter Emblem does not react to the power of the Demon Hunter Sign.

What Geralt holds in his hands is the purest chaotic energy, the power of magic.

“I am the source of magic again,” Geralt said softly.

…

Geralt's mother was a druid named Visenna, and his father was a legendary warrior named Corin. Geralt, born of their union, had unparalleled talent from birth.

Theoretically, Geralt should have become a powerful spellcaster like Viggofortz.

But fate played a trick on him. Geralt's father died in battle to protect his lover before Geralt was born. Before he died, he saw a vision of the adult Geralt fighting monsters as a witcher.

Visenna therefore firmly believed that her child would become a witcher and believed that this was fate, so she sent him to Kaer Morhen after Geralt was born.

As the son of a warrior and a druid, Geralt was detected to have a natural source of magic by the mages stationed in Kaer Morhen. His strength and learning ability were also the best among the witcher apprentices of the same period. Geralt's witcher mutation was particularly smooth, and he even participated in additional mutation experiments. His milky white hair also came from these additional mutations.

Unfortunately, these mutations eventually destroyed Geralt's magical talent. Although he was better at casting spells than normal demon hunters and didn't have to worry about the loss of control of magical power destroying his body, he eventually lost the ability to cast spells freely.

Fortunately, like Geralt, Geralt's talent was finally awakened by the second mutation.

With his magical talent, Geralt's strength has also increased explosively, and he has been steadily promoted to the first echelon of the current Demon Hunter Cult. If he is given enough time to learn and adapt, he will definitely become the third most powerful echelon after Lann and Gerald in the future!

…

"Jeroen and I have talked a lot in the past few days." Geralt sighed, "Lane, you have a good teacher."

Lann smiled slightly: "Be careful not to let Vesemir hear you, you will be in trouble."

The awakening of Geralt's talent was an unexpected gain. With the addition of Coen and Letho who have now completed their second mutation, and other demon hunters who are ready for battle, Lann is more confident that he can achieve his goal in the upcoming melee.

Just at this moment, the sorceresses who were competing for the right to chat up Lann not far away finally decided the winner, and a black-haired sorceress walked towards the two of them.

She wore a black silk shirt, a crimson skirt, and a silver belt with a large rose-shaped buckle. The collar of the shirt was split down to her navel, and the side of the skirt was slit to her hips - very characteristic of a sorceress, and the exposed part was also very eye-catching.

"Sabina Grievig." Geralt recognized her immediately. "Henselt's royal advisor, known as the 'true daughter of the Kaedweni wastes.'"

"Kaedwen." Lann chewed these three words. He naturally understood the major political forces in various countries, and was no stranger to the royal advisors.

"But why are you so familiar with her?"

“Yennefer helped me get to know them in advance.” Geralt shrugged, “And Ciri also asked me to, uh… ‘protect’ you. So I’m sorry.”

Looking at the dazzling sorceress walking towards him, Geralt took a slight lead over Lann, as if he wanted to shield his daughter of destiny from the sorceress's attack that the Lion of Cintra was about to face.

But it turned out that White Wolf's defense was unnecessary.

…

All the warlocks, including Sabina, stopped what they were doing, stepped aside, and bowed to the dignitaries who entered the hall; the representatives of various countries were a little confused at first, but soon understood the situation.

Members of the two decision-making bodies of the Brotherhood of Warlocks: the Coven and the Supreme Council of Warlocks, have arrived.

Leading the group was a middle-aged but energetic-looking man dressed in simple woolen clothes; walking beside him was a tall woman with distinct features and neatly combed black hair.

Following closely behind them was an old acquaintance, Vigfortz. He was tall and strong, wearing a knight-style short jacket, full of vigor and handsome. No one could tell that he was different from before.

"This is Gerhard of Ella, also known as Heng Gedimidis, the oldest living warlock." A voice suddenly sounded behind Lann and Geralt, "The woman next to him is Tissaia de Vries, now the dean of Aretuza School of Magic. She is not much younger than Heng, but she never hesitates to use elixirs to cover up her age."

"You have to be careful of the man behind them, he is Viggo Fortz!"

Lann and Geralt turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a tall bald man. He was also wearing a tight dress similar to Geralt's, which made people breathless. He looked a little bloated, but those who knew him well could understand that he was using "bloated" as a cover for his strong physique.

"It's been a long time, Lord Lannister."

"Count Dijkstra." Lane raised his glass to greet the Redanian intelligence chief.

"Please don't call me that. I am just a farmer's son. His Majesty Vizimir gave me the title only because he hoped that I would not appear offensive when talking to people like you."

Sigismund Dijkstra bowed slightly to Lann and greeted Geralt as well.

"You still call Vizimir 'Your Majesty'?" Lann smiled slightly, "You are indeed very cautious."

However, Dijkstra's next reaction surprised Lane.

The intelligence chief's face suddenly became serious. He said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Duke Lannister, you are no longer the same person you used to be. You have become the partner chosen by Philippa for her plan. But this does not mean that you can disrespect my king in front of a subject like me."

What's going on?

Lan's expression remained unchanged, but a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

It is true that this intelligence chief is a patriot, and he speaks with great respect for the king - but doesn't he know that the assassins arranged by Philippa are about to kill his king?

Wait, could it be that he really doesn't know?

...things are getting interesting.

Lann said slowly, "I apologize to you and His Majesty Vizimir who is not here for my impoliteness."

This made Dijkstra's expression soften, and he held out his hand. Lan and Geralt only then saw that Dijkstra was holding two glasses of wine when he came over.

He looked at Lann and Geralt, smiled faintly, took the two glasses of wine, and sincerely wished: "I hope our future actions will go smoothly... Do you need me to continue introducing the members of the Wizards' Association and the Supreme Council to you two?"