Chapter 245 Goodbye White Wolf

The Warlock Brotherhood has a certain influence in the four northern countries of the continent, and occupies a completely autonomous island, Shandni.

There are high mountains on all sides of the island, with only a narrow outlet to the sea in the south.

Now the gray fog has descended, and the evil murlocs seem to be able to smell the scent of humans, launching wave after wave of attacks on the island, all of which were repelled by the warlocks relying on the rugged terrain and powerful spells.

These warlocks do not reject any means of strengthening themselves. Various machines and a large number of new firearms are also widely used. So far, the island is impregnable.

Yennefer lowered her eyes slightly. She knew that the so-called definite attitude was nothing more than clearly deciding whether to fight or make peace.

If the suppression of the silver rank is not taken into account, the overall strength of the Warlock Brotherhood is comparable to that of a powerful kingdom.

The Brotherhood was once glorious. In history, there appeared two great wizards who were comparable to the most powerful gods. At its peak, its power surpassed that of any church.

Unfortunately, both leaders died in the last battle against the evil god, and without the right to speak at the top level, the Brotherhood slowly declined.

That kind of golden potion is extremely important to spirit masters. It can completely change the balance of power. I am afraid that many people will not be able to control their ambitions and want to take risks, even if it means making enemies with the Church of the Lord of Fire.

Yennefer remembered another potion of Crown's, the one that shone with a silver luster.

This potion also has an extraordinary effect on demon hunters. If this news leaks out, it will probably completely ignite the madness of the warlocks.

She personally did not want to see this situation, and her attitude was consistent with Flanders: in the face of the threat of the evil god, all human beings needed to unite, seek common ground while reserving differences, and jointly resist the enemy's attack.

The smoke of the last great war between gods has dissipated in the dust of history, and later generations' understanding of that war remains limited to written records.

However, written records make it difficult to fully present the cruel truth to the world. Faced with those cold statistics, many senior officials are not aware that the catastrophe they once suffered is coming again.

She remembered what a senior craftsman in the Association of Wonderful Things said: 'The only lesson mankind has learned from history is that mankind has learned no lessons from history.'

She was deeply impressed that an ordinary person who had not yet entered the extraordinary realm could speak such wise words.

Most people will make the same mistake over and over again, and when the base expands to a group, this stupidity and clumsiness will be magnified again.

Yennefer sighed in her heart and said, "I think it is more appropriate to establish a better trading partnership for the current situation. After all, the other party is a third-level extraordinary person, and we can't treat him as a machine for refining potions."

"This reason is unconvincing. If we can control the inventor of the potion, we only need to get the formula."

Fecat, who was wearing a black robe, scratched his short hair and raised an objection. He had been defeated by Klauen before, and he had always been upset. Now he had a chance to retaliate against him. How could he give up this good opportunity to take advantage of his misfortune? ! Yennefer snorted coldly and did not respond. Instead, she turned around and asked, "Sir Kalvan, I believe you must have been researching the golden light potion these days. I wonder if there has been any progress and whether you have determined some of the ingredients of the potion?"

"hehe."

Karl Fan smiled awkwardly and said, "My ability is limited, and my research has made no progress. I have not yet analyzed any of the ingredients. The only thing I can be sure of now is that this medicine does not contain any herbal ingredients. It may be a special mineral medicine.

A few days ago, I handed the potion over to Fecate, a senior alchemist. I wonder if he has made any progress in his research."

After hearing these words, everyone's attention was focused on the short-haired, black-robed wizard again.

The gloom on Fekart's face froze, and he didn't come up with anything useful.

Seeing his expression, everyone knew clearly.

Roger Selch said: "Everyone, in fact, what we need to determine first is what level of production this medicine can reach. If we cannot mass-produce it due to the raw materials, it will be useless even if we get the formula.

If we take action, we will inevitably offend the church. Even if we succeed, we must withdraw from the Kingdom of Farouk in all aspects.

How will other churches view us?

In short, I think we should not take radical measures if we cannot confirm the production of the drug."

Fecate shook his head. “How do we confirm the production of the medicine? If the other party does not disclose the formula, we have no way of estimating the actual production of the medicine.”

It is now a complete seller's market, and the Brotherhood is the one being led by the nose.

Fili frowned and said softly, "Have you ever thought about another question? If we succeed in abducting Bishop Clown, given the importance of the potion, he will also become the core of the Brotherhood. How will he look at us then?

My opinion is that even if we have to take action, it can’t be done by just a few of us.”

Several people discussed for a long time, but still couldn't decide what measures to take.

"It's useless to say so much. Even if we know how to act, we still need to get the approval of the headquarters. If there is no support from the headquarters for such a big thing, no one will be able to bear the responsibility if something goes wrong."

Fecarter stood up, looked around at everyone, and continued, "I will go back to the Island of Sendeni in person and present this matter to the parliament."

Fili nodded in agreement:

"I second the motion. This is a safe decision. I still say that even if radical measures are required, we cannot take action."

“Second.”

"Okay, since everyone agrees to do this, I'll prepare for a few days and then take the airship back to Shandeni Island."

Fekart was very proud, and this time he would definitely convince the high-level warlocks of the parliament group to capture Clown.

In fact, he was not worried about what Witch Fili said. If the top management decided to take radical measures, they would definitely try their best to squeeze the other party and would not regard the other party as the core.

How could the parliament dare to give more trust to a third-level transcendent who holds a grudge? ! . . .

"Boom, boom!"

Lorraine knocked on the vermilion door of the room. She was followed by a blue-haired second-level warlock who was holding several official documents in his hands.

The official document was sent from Rhine City, and the member of the brotherhood who delivered the letter had just got off the airship.

Generally speaking, their office stationed in Hamers City would only contact the Brotherhood headquarters once a month, during which time warlocks would be responsible for transporting information and supplies and taking away related items from here.

This time, several official documents were delivered at an abnormal time, and Luo Lin felt that it must be something very urgent.

"Come in."

Luo Lin pushed open the door and bowed, saying, "Sir, an urgent document has been sent from Rhine City."

The warlock beside her stepped into the room, bowed and straightened his back: "Sir, I brought the decision of several other lords."

The blue-haired warlock took a few quick steps forward and handed over the document with both hands.

Lisa took the letter and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, Luo Lin. Please arrange for this colleague to go down and have a rest."

"Yes, sir," Lorraine left with the warlock.

Lisa opened the letter and then took out a warlock tome.

It was written in cipher code and literally looked like an ordinary official letter, nothing special about it.

Only by parsing the corresponding "ciphertext" can the true meaning of the official letter be known.

She took out a pen and paper and wrote down the decoded ciphertext. After Lisa read the ciphertext, she crumpled the paper and the official letter in her hand.

The red flames burned in his hands and the paper quickly turned to ashes.

Finally she broke up the ashes and flushed them down the drain.

The secret document described the decision on Crown, and as she expected, the Brotherhood sent a senior member to Shandani Island to obtain instructions.

This kind of thing cannot be explained in a few simple words. The warlocks at the Brotherhood headquarters must consider it comprehensively.

It might take half a year to get any results. Before that, she could still get support from the Rhine Brotherhood branch and obtain enough golden light potions.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Although she incurred a huge debt, she felt it was all worth it.

Debts can be repaid slowly, but once an opportunity is missed, there may not be next time.

Lisa estimated that by taking two potions a day, she would be able to completely purify her spirit in three to four months.

No matter what the situation will be in the future, she has completely gotten rid of the haze.

. . . .

The midday sun is shining, and the earth is somewhat warm.

Outside the city of Hamers, Geralt rode a tall but fat chestnut horse and slowly moved towards the city gate.

The horse's hair was covered in dust and mud, and the witcher's leather armor had been torn to pieces by some wild beast, revealing the tattered cloth strips underneath.

The leather armor and clothes were so badly damaged that they were obviously no longer suitable for wearing, but the witcher still wore them, clearly because he had no replacement clothes to cover them up.

A week ago, he said goodbye to Yennefer and headed for Hammers, in order to awaken his dormant fighting instinct in the wilderness and to find Clown to buy potions.

He felt that he had accumulated enough experience to take the potion for the third time and become a third-level demon hunter.

The battle in the wilderness inspired his will, and combined with the heart-clearing potion, he felt for the first time that the mutation might not be so terrible.

The horse carried its master to the city gate and snorted tiredly.

The beast was very frightened during the past few days of being out in the wild. He couldn't sleep well at night and had to be ridden by others during the day.

In just a few days, the fat stored in its body was reduced a lot.

The guard on the city wall looked down at the weather-beaten traveler and asked in a stern voice, "What do you do?"

As winter approached, the city of Hamers was well stocked with food and fuel.

Farmers no longer need to go out to work. Now the city gates are closed and are only opened when transport convoys from the mining area pass by.

It's hard not to be suspicious when a dusty traveler appears out of nowhere.

With ground transportation cut off, only tough guys can travel alone through the wilderness.

Or it is possible that this traveler was actually a shapeshifter.

The soldiers decided that they would not open the city gate unless the man had sufficient reason.

"I am a demon hunter. I choose to wander in the wilderness to hunt demons. Please open the city gate and let me have a beer and sleep peacefully in the city."

"Let's go somewhere else. Hamers City doesn't need demon hunters. The brave warriors of the church are stationed here. No one will pay you for hunting demons."

Geralt gritted his teeth and shouted calmly, "I am friends with your Bishop Crown, and I also know Bishop Nick."

The guard was troubled: "This man knows the names of the two bishops. Could he really be a friend of the bishops? But isn't it inappropriate to ask the bishops about such a trivial matter?"

At this moment, a few crows were heard calling.

'Quack, quack'

I saw Fu Jin flying over with a black cat hanging from his claws.

"Got it," the guard slapped his thigh and shouted, "Fokine, Fokine."

The bishop's pet has a very high intelligence and can understand human language. I can tell whether it is the bishop's friend by just asking.

Geralt also saw Fokine and Bast and was surprised: "These two pets of Crow are now extraordinary creatures, and are very close to the second level. The crows have really changed a lot."

As a demon hunter, he has his own way of judging the strength of beasts and monsters, and he is very accurate.

Fu Jin heard the guard's call and landed at the city gate.

"Master Fukin, this man below says he is a friend of the bishop. Do you know him?"

The crow tilted its head and looked down at the people below the city.

Geralt immediately greeted him: "Hey, Fokine, and Bast, do you remember me?"

Fukin nodded, re-grabbed Buster and took off, it circled over the witcher's head, leaving a fresh greeting in black and white.

The witcher looked at the bird shit falling on the horse's head, and the smile on his face froze: "Fuck."

(End of this chapter)