After listening to Wayne's speech, Francesca picked up a cup of the elves' unique flower wine, took a sip, thought for more than ten seconds, and said:

"You're right. We can't count on the enemy's mercy. Our people live under human surveillance, like lambs to be slaughtered. They could face their butcher knives at any time."

Having said that, the sorceress raised her head and looked into Wayne's eyes. A trace of sadness appeared on her beautiful face, and her voice became much deeper.

"It's a pity, Wayne. It's very difficult to change the current situation. The human leaders are not as contemptuous or indifferent to the non-human races as you think."

"Including you demon hunters, they are very smart and clear-headed. They know who their enemies are. Whether they are inhuman races or demon hunters, the reason they are in such a bad social environment is all intentional."

"And once we make a big move, they will immediately discover it and provoke their counterattack. Do you think there have been few cases of non-human genocide under human rule over the past thousands of years?"

The sorceress's eyes became a little confused, and she said softly:

"It's not that we don't want to change and make the elves' situation better, but we dare not act rashly."

"But if we don't make any changes, the situation will only get worse. In the final analysis, our elves are still too weak."

"Thousands of years ago, we were defeated in the war with humans. Now, thousands of years have passed, and the strength of humans has increased several times. It is even more impossible for us to defeat them on the battlefield head-on."

Wayne was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that the leader of the elves, who in the original book had defected to the Kingdom of Nilfgaard and was thrown away like a chamber pot after being used, could see things so clearly. This was something he had not expected.

He pondered for a few seconds and decided to reveal some useful information, because it was indeed as Francesca said, the situation of the witcher was the same as that of the inhuman race. Helping them was also helping the witcher himself.

So he said, "Ms. Francesca, have you heard of Iselin's prophecy? Do you believe in it?"

As a powerful sorceress, Francesca was of course very clear about the prophecy from the elven prophet. In fact, she knew the truth about the "Hoar Frost Doomsday" mentioned in the prophecy better than anyone else in the world.

She nodded slightly, with no unusual expression on her face, and said calmly, "Of course I have heard of this prophecy. This elf prophet named Isilin was once a friend of my father."

"As for this prophecy, the common people at the bottom do not believe it, and they don't even know about it. However, whether it is the middle and high-level human beings, all spellcasters, or leaders of various races, they all have corresponding interpretations of this prophecy."

"Many of the things mentioned in the prophecy have been confirmed in reality. I certainly believe in the warnings given to us by this elf prophet."

Wayne nodded, glanced at Toruvel who was sitting next to the two of them drinking and thinking, then looked at Francesca again and said:

“Actually, I believe in this prophecy.”

"The time of sword and axe is near, the age of winter wolves and snow. The time of white frost and white light is near, a time of madness and contempt: the time of the end. The world will die in the frost and be reborn under the new sun. It is also the time of rebirth for the seed sown by Hen Ichaer - the Ancient Blood. A seed that will not sprout, but will kindle into flame."

"Wail, all of you, for the destroyer of nations is coming. Your lands will be trampled and divided. Your cities will be burned, and their inhabitants will flee. Bats, owls, and crows will haunt your homes, and snakes and insects will make their nests in them."

He finished reading the fable in a low voice, then sighed and said, "According to the prophecy, war, natural disasters, plague and slaughter will soon befall this world again."

"Look at the current situation in the northern countries, the south, and even other continents."

"In fact, this prophecy is not without reason. Humans are a selfish and xenophobic race."

"They have already taken a dominant position in this world. No other race can be their enemy. Their only enemy is human beings themselves."

"So next, they will have internal strife because they have no external enemies, and they will start a war because of the struggle for power and interests."

"When the war engulfs the entire human race, the entire continent, and they kill each other, that will be the opportunity that the other non-human races have been waiting for."

"Before that, whether it's the demon hunters, dwarves, or elves, all the rare races that can only struggle to survive under the oppression of humans, what they have to do is to unite together, accumulate strength, and wait for an opportunity."

"And this opportunity is not far away from us."

………………

After dinner, Wayne and Toruviel said goodbye to Francesca and returned to the elven ruins in Kaedwen.

Just as they said at the beginning, this was just an ordinary dinner and an ordinary conversation. The two of them just talked about their respective ideas, understood each other's attitudes, and quickly ended this contact.

Just like making a new friend, until both parties have enough trust, they will not really reveal their cards or their true thoughts to the other party.

However, as one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world, the beautiful Miss Francesca, she is still very generous.

Facing the poor demon hunter Wayne, the elven lady not only gave him two pieces of precious magic inner armor from the elven treasury as an extra reward for cleaning the ruins, but also promised that if he had difficulties with spells in the future, the lady would provide help as appropriate.

Although the two parties did not say it explicitly, they had secretly reached a subtle cooperative relationship, so that when encountering some emergency situations, there was an additional partner to cooperate with.

Wayne was quite satisfied with this. In a sense, Francesca, who was also an elf sorceress, was more trustworthy than Keira, with whom he had already had an intimate relationship.

Because both parties have a common predicament and a common goal, and as a human warlock, Keira will naturally consider the interests of the human race, which cannot be controlled by the so-called lover relationship that can be easily abandoned.

However, now, no matter his individual strength or personal power, he cannot reach an equal cooperative relationship with Ms. Francesca, who almost owns the resources of the entire elves, so many plans cannot be implemented.

However, Wayne is not in a hurry. It is now 1250, and it is only two years since he became a demon hunter. Before the real chaos breaks out, he has about ten years to develop his strength and power.

For a demon hunter who is powerful in himself and has the help of the system, this amount of time is enough.

According to the development of the plot, by next year, the great girl of destiny, Ciri, should be born, and he will be able to successfully meet the man who will be able to stir up the northern and southern countries and launch a war that will sweep the entire continent in the future, Emhyr, who is dancing on a grave.

After returning to the ruins, Wayne didn't act pretentiously and went straight into the elf's room. When he and the elf were whispering in each other's ears in the bathtub, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Tuluweier, I heard that elves are good at archery. Do you know a master who makes bows and arrows?"

Toruweil was a little distracted at first, but when she heard Wayne's question, she looked up at the demon hunter with a reproachful look, then bit his throat and said, "Do you want to make a bow and arrow? The bow and arrow I gave you should be a top-grade bow and arrow."

Wayne grinned, put his arms around Toruvir's slender waist, and made the two of them stick closer together before saying, "You should know my arm strength. That bow and arrow can no longer bring out my strength. I happen to have a green dragon's tendon in my bag. Maybe I can use it to make some bows and arrows with stronger pulling force."

"And green dragon leather. I didn't know your body shape, so I couldn't make a set of dragon leather armor tailored for you."

"If you know a skilled craftsman, I can give you some dragon skins so you can make your own. Of course, you can also get a share of bows and arrows."

Upon hearing this, Toruviel couldn't help but smile. Dragon skin armor and bows and arrows made of dragon tendons were all very precious and rare equipment.

After all, with dragons extremely rare nowadays, a so-called dragon-slaying incident only occurs once every few decades, and most of the targets of hunting are fake sub-dragons. Real dragon equipment is extremely rare.

The female elf leaned over and kissed Wayne on the lips, and said with a hint of sweetness in her tone:

"Okay, leave this to me. There are some master craftsmen in the Hundred Flowers Valley who have inherited the exquisite craftsmanship of the Elf Kingdom. I will ask them to help you make it."

(End of this chapter)