Bright emerald light flashed on Lan's body one after another.

Ciri held her face and stared at Lan in a daze, with a light flashing in her eyes.

After a long while, when Lann let out a long breath and stopped sensing the mark, Ciri also came back to her senses.

"How's it going, Lan, any results?"

Under Ciri's expectant gaze, Lan nodded, then slowly shook his head.

Lan nodded because he could still feel the [Teleportation] mark still on Eredin's body.

Shaking his head, Lan found that he could not accurately locate the position of the mark, and he did not even have the ability to activate it.

This was the first time this had happened. Lan had a rough guess about why this had happened—because Eredin was no longer in this world.

The spatial power attached to [Teleportation] can only work on people who are in the same world as Lann. If you want to exert power across worlds, then -

Lann looked at the power in the system panel that he had only activated once, the third skill in the [Ancient Blood] panel besides [Blink] and [Teleport].

【Travel】

Lann has only used this skill twice, once actively and once passively, and the results were not very good.

The first time he used it was when the Ancient Blood had just been released. At that time, countless other worlds unfolded in front of Lann, and at the same time, those countless worlds stretched out their fangs to him. If it weren't for the Mirror Master's action, Lann would have been torn to pieces on the spot.

The second time he cast it was a passive one. At that time, Lann was in the [Elemental Ring] of Kaer Morhen. When he sensed the elements in it wanting to strengthen the seal, his skill was activated and he traveled to the elemental layer. As a result, he was discovered by the leaders of the four elemental layers and was almost killed by those elemental elves from outer space.

It was the Mirror Master who saved him.

…

Lan En covered his face. After reviewing the situation, he felt that he owed Master Mirror too much...

That guy should be waiting in outer space for me to grow to the level where I can walk through dimensions. Suddenly, I really don’t want to see him...

Back to the topic, although the first two uses of the [Crossing] skill were not very pleasant for Lann, it gave Lann some inspiration to overcome the current predicament.

Not counting the first time traveling, although Lann has barely reached the level of "invincible in the world", it is still impossible for him to roam freely in the dimension and choose the world he wants to go to.

Then the second time travel is very referenceable: since he could easily reach the elemental realm with the help of the [Ring of Elements] before, can Lann now find a similar place on the mainland that is related to the Wild Hunt in order to reach the [Land of Armor Wood] where the Wild Hunt is?

This is not groundless. Lan remembered that in the original book, Ciri once used the uncontrollable ancient blood to reach the Land of Armorwood in a daze, and was almost forced to have a child with the Alder King of the Ion El Elves.

Where did Ciri complete this journey?

Lann fell into deep thought, trying hard to search for the impression in his memory.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Ens!"

After hearing Lan's call, the old butler appeared in front of Lan in an instant.

"Master?"

"Has the date of the Cintra Conference been set? How soon will the kings of various countries arrive?"

"Ten days later, Master." Ens smiled slightly, "Do you need me to prepare a speech for you?"

Lann thought for a while and said, "That's not necessary. It's just that I have to go out for a while, so you have to pay more attention to the location and layout of the venue."

The old butler nodded. He was used to Lann running around. But he was sure that Lann must have something important to do when he went out, so he didn't complain, but instead became worried.

"Where are you going?"

Lane replied, "Novigrad."

…

Lann did not recall the specific location that might be connected to the Armorwood Land. As time passed, he was now vague about some details.

But he knew there was someone who could help him remember, and that person was in Novigrad.

Novigrad is the base camp of Shapet, which is basically equivalent to Lann's territory.

However, the problem is that Shapet is now in the kingdom of Tretog, the capital of Redania, so Lann took a detour to meet Shapet first and asked him for a seal that can mobilize the temple guards.

At this stage, Shapet has not yet completely controlled Redania, and the relationship between him and Lann still needs to be properly concealed. After the Cintra Conference, everything will be different.

When everything was ready, there was a flash of bright emerald light, and Lan appeared in the Temple Island of the Eternal Flame.

In front of me is Shapet's bedroom.

Different from the luxury that outsiders imagine an archon should have, this place simply maintains the style and decency that a person in power should have. There is nothing exaggerated or artificial, but it is not extravagant either.

But as soon as Lan's feet touched the ground, he realized something was wrong.

"Who are you? This is Sharpet... Are you the Duke of Lannister?!"

There is another person in Shapet's room?

At this moment, the effect of the [Teleport] skill had just ended, and Lan had already discovered the other party. However, before Lan could examine the possible interference this unexpected person might cause to his plan, he saw the other party's face begin to melt and decompose like mud.

Not a human, but a shapeshifter?

"Lord Lannister, it's me, Toot!" As if noticing Lann's vigilance, the shapeshifter with keen five senses immediately changed from the guard of the Eternal Fire into a short halfling, jumping to prove his identity.

It dawned on Lann immediately that the only person who could gain the Shapeshifter's trust and appear in its room was another Shapeshifter.

Before, when helping Shapet seize power, Novigrad was in chaos due to the rampant gangs. At that time, Lane met the shapeshifter Toot, who was helping the Fox Repertory Theatre.

Afterwards, Lane chose to become a sponsor of the Fox Repertory Theatre, allowing the troupe to write a number of operas on the theme of witchers.

Together with Kaiyan, who had been completing quests in Novigrad, he made a significant contribution to changing the reputation of the Demon Hunters.

"Lord Lannister, are you here to see Sharpet?" In addition to some key plans, Toot knew more or less about the relationship between Lann and Sharpet. "He went to Tretog! He will soon become the most powerful man in Redania!"

The shapeshifter first shouted excitedly, but then became a little cautious: "Lord Lannister, although we shapeshifters have... talents, we have always maintained a low-key life because we know that replacing certain people who should not be replaced will bring us big trouble."

"Although Shapet is powerful now, I am worried that he will bring disaster to himself... Lord Lannister, can you help him?"

Dudu pleaded pitifully with his halfling body, and Lann couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't worry, Dudu, I'm in charge of all Shapet's actions. With my protection, he won't be in danger."

Looking at the shapeshifter with a sincere smile, Lann's mouth curled up even more: "I just came back from Tritog as well. I was planning to find a team of temple guards to help, but it would be even better if you can help me..."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lann nodded. "Does Kaiyan usually have much contact with you? He said he found a [Dream Diviner] in Novigrad. Do you know where I should go to find her?"

…

[Dream Divination] is a magic that uses dreams to predict the past and the future. Even a well-trained sorcerer would find it difficult to master this magic, but a person with extraordinary talent could have a strong skill in this area even without any formal training.

Such people are called "Dream Foretellers". Some people believe that the ability of dream foretellers has actually surpassed the scope of magic, and is a special talent similar to the shapeshifting monster produced under the influence of chaotic energy.

In Novigrad lives a dream teller who is one of the best in the North.

"Duke Lannister." The woman in front of him showed a look of respect, joy, and awe when she saw Lann for the first time.

Kaiyan had tried to recruit her before, but the reputation of the Cat Clan was still in a state of understanding even after a period of time. Kaiyan had suggested that Lann come in person, but at that time Lann had some unresolved matters at hand, so he put it on hold for the time being.

Now that Lann is here, the effect is immediate.

The woman was a little too enthusiastic, giving Lann the feeling of Helela facing Geralt.

Lan looked around, examining the dreamer's room inconspicuously.

Novigrad under Shapet's rule was extremely tolerant of magic and non-human races. Dream fortune tellers thrived in such a prosperous city and could easily accumulate astonishing wealth.

Now, what they were standing on was the best suite in the largest Golden Trout Tavern in Novigrad. It was said that the dream fortune teller had rented it for a year and the money he spent was enough to buy a nice property near Novigrad Square.

No wonder Kaiyan couldn't recruit her at first.

"Excuse me, my lady." Lann smiled. "As you can see, I am Lann Lannister Rhaanron."

"No, no, how can I let you tell my name first?" Lan's self-introduction made the dreamer flustered.

An abnormal blush flashed across her face. She quickly lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed. "I am Corinne Tilly, a dream teller."

Looking at Colleen's actions, Lan couldn't help but admire her in his heart.

Like most sorceresses and other practitioners of magic, Corinne demonstrates the female freedom of the era through her unconventional appearance and clothing.

Her lower body was fairly standard, she was wearing a brown-green high-waisted long skirt with three bows tied around her belly with an emerald green belt - this outfit was fairly standard.

But the upper body was in a very bad state. Lan felt that the white cloth there was not worthy of being described as a "vest". The skin on the neck, collarbone and lower abdomen was completely exposed to the air, and the two trembling hemispheres were shining with a slippery light under the candlelight.

After bowing to Lann in such an inappropriate outfit, Colleen took the initiative to pull out a chair for Lann.

Dudu sniffed, looked at Corin and then at Lann: "Lord Lannister, I'll wait for you outside."

Then he slid out and closed the door with a bang.

Everyone who came to see Colleen wanted to predict their dreams, and after feeling dizzy at first when looking at Lann's face, Colleen immediately showed her professionalism.

"I wonder what revelation Lord Lannister hopes to gain from his dream?"

Lann smiled slightly: "Have you heard of the Wild Hunt?"

…

The doors and windows were all locked, and heavy curtains kept the sunlight out.

The luxurious suite had exceptional soundproofing, and Kelin had also made special arrangements to ensure that no noise would disturb the two people in the room, and that what was going on inside would never be eavesdropped on by outsiders.

More candles were lit in the dark room, and the dim light made the atmosphere somewhat ambiguous.

But both people in the room were serious.

"Lord Lannister, I will give you proper guidance in a moment so that we can establish a spiritual connection. I will ask you some questions about your relationship with..." Corinne paused, "... and the Wild Hunt. You need to answer them truthfully."

"Then, you need to drink some herbs to help you fall asleep faster. Don't worry, these are soothing herbs."

Lann sighed. "It doesn't matter if they're not tranquilizing herbs. They're useless to me because I have a special constitution - so you should just ask the question directly."

"Ah..." Kelin opened her mouth slightly, her face turned red unconsciously again, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

"Well, first of all: I need you to tell me about your strongest, most profound memories with that... Wild Hunt."

…

“…”

The light in the room grew dimmer, as the newly lit candle gradually burned down to one-third of its original size.

Colleen listened quietly to Lann's account of the battle with the Wild Hunt and took a deep breath.

"Okay, next, I need you to hold my sleeve. Continue to tell your story with him, imagine his world, and how you think you might be able to reach that world."

Lan changed into a comfortable lying position, and Colleen actually took out a... half-knitted sweater from the table beside her?

"Your spirit is extremely strong, so next I need you to completely relax your nerves." Colleen's voice became low.

The atmosphere became quiet, and Kelin slowly knitted the wool in her hands, intertwining and entangled them bit by bit.

Lann's breathing became steadier as he listened to the clear, rhythmic sound of the wooden needles colliding with each other.

His thoughts gradually spread out.

…

This is a mountain and the time is night.

Lann felt vaguely familiar.

The cold portal opened in midair, and a tall figure wearing skeleton plate armor, holding a huge hammer and shield stepped out. Frost spread out from it.

But he came here not to kill, but to attend a... party?

This Wild Hunt wasn't Eredin, but looked like another unlucky fellow who had been killed by his own sign on Thanedd Island.

Lan wanted to squint his eyes, but he was in his dream. He had no body, only a blurry vision, watching everything passively.

Fortunately, more useful information soon appeared.

Three slim, naked women, wrapped only in linen and leaves, surrounded the newly appeared Wild Hunt.

They swayed their bodies with a dazzling rhythm, their hair loose with a primitive beauty. Black, rotten branches grew out of the ground with their footsteps, and endless blood gushed out of the broken soil.