Under the torrential rain, everything was in a precarious state.
Trissy sat in front of the table and frowned as she looked at the quarreling crowd. There was a hint of exhaustion, uneasiness, and worry on her face.
Trissy Merigold was a Warlock from Mabori. She had been living in Nogrim for some time. Unfortunately, with the start of the Witch Hunt and the rise of the Church of Eternal Fire, Warlocks and Spellcasters had no choice but to flee or hide. Trissy was no exception. As a powerful Warlock, she was at the top of the Witch Hunters' bounty list. Under the pursuit of the Church of Eternal Fire and the Witch Hunters, Trissy had to go into hiding.
She had wanted to gather the remaining Spellcasters and leave this place for Kervier. However, everything that happened not too long ago completely disrupted her plans.
With the appearance of the Flame Giants, the entire Church of Eternal Fire underwent a great purge. All the witch-hunters who had interrogated Wizards and Warlocks were arrested and executed. Not only that, even the highest level of the Church of Eternal Fire and the king who controlled the hunting of spellcasters were eliminated.
This series of absurd events came at a speed that Trissy could not understand at all. It even shook her worldview.
Did God really exist in this world? Did God really take action? Was the hundred-meter-tall Flame Giant that appeared on the altar really the incarnation of God?
But what Trissy could not believe was that Ciri … had actually become the Oracle of the Church of Eternal Fire?
That little girl?
Trissy knew Ciri. In fact, she even had a complicated relationship with Ciri's father, the white-haired Demon Hunter Geralt. She had also taken care of Ciri for a while in Kaer Morhen. The two of them were like sisters. However, Trissy couldn't understand why Ciri would become the Oracle of the King of Flames for no reason.
But now, the thing that gave Trissy the most headache were the Spellcasters here.
After the change in the Church of Eternal Fire, the Spellcasters she had gathered were divided. Some people thought that since the Church of Eternal Fire had given up on its original idea, and those Torturers and Warlocks had been executed, it was not a bad choice to stay here. In that case, staying here might not be a bad choice. After all, Novigrad was the largest Free City in the Northern Region, the City of Wealth. If it wasn't for the persecution, the living conditions here were quite good for mages.
However, there were also those who thought that staying here would only repeat the same mistakes. After all, many Mages came to Novigrad because they were persecuted. As you can see, a year ago, the guards here would salute them when they saw them, but a year later, they treated the Mages as prey to be slaughtered. Under such circumstances, staying in Novigrad was not a good choice. In their opinion, it was best to take this opportunity to escape from Novigrad.
As for Trissy, she couldn't make up her mind either. What she really wanted to do was to meet Ciri and figure out what was going on. She didn't think that with Hiri's personality, he would take the initiative to become an emissary. Could it be that there were other secrets behind this? Or, as the other Warlocks had said, this was a trap for them?
But to execute so many high-ranking members of the Church of Eternal Fire, and even the King of the Northern Kingdom, for a trap …. Wasn't this trap a little too exaggerated?
Trissy had also gone to the Church of Eternal Fire to meet Hiri, but she was told that the Oracle was not there. Hiri liked to wander around the streets, just like her adoptive father.
Where was Hiri?
Trissy had a lot of questions to ask her, including how she was doing now, why did she become an emissary of the Church of Eternal Fire, and what was the matter with the flame giant that appeared before ….
Not only that, due to the death of Radovid the Fifth, the Church of Eternal Fire had now become the core banner of the Northern Region against the Nilfgaardian Empire. Even the army of the Kingdom of Redania had come to seek shelter from the King of Flames to fight against the Nilfgaardian invasion.
However, the Church of Eternal Fire didn't seem to care about this at all. Instead, they were immersed in internal cleansing. So what were they thinking? Would the Church of Eternal Fire raise the banner of the Kingdom of Redania and fight against the Nilfgaardian Empire? Or would they just surrender and be done with it?
These were troubled times.
Thinking of this, Trissy sighed and looked out the window.
The storm had stopped.
As the dark clouds dispersed, a ray of sunlight emerged from between the clouds, passed through the window, and shone on the messy bed. The girl muttered, then slowly opened her eyes. She stretched out her snow-white arms and hugged the body of the man beside her.
"Yo, you're awake?"
Fangzheng put down the book in his hand and looked at Miao Jie.
"Hmm …. Mr. Fangzheng, what are you reading?"
"I'm reading some records about this world. I have to say that it's quite interesting. It seems that the Northern people's persecution of non-human races and witches is not groundless …. Hmm …. Although this kind of thing should have been done evenly …."
Fangzheng put down the history book in his hand and stroked Miao Jie's soft hair while muttering to himself. Through the records, Fangzheng found that the biggest reason for the persecution of warlocks and spellcasters in the North was the death of the King of Temeria. As one of the kings of the Northern Territory, he was killed by a demon hunter assassin disguised as a monk. After investigation, it was found that all of this was inextricably linked to the Gathering of Warlocks.
This was also the reason why Radovid the Fifth launched the Witch Hunt and hunted down spellcasters. Not only did these people possess extraordinary power, but they also tried to use this power to influence and control the ruler …. This would never be tolerated no matter what era it was.
If those Warlocks had simply and honestly explored the mysteries and served the ruling class instead of vainly thinking of using their own strength to control the political situation, then perhaps they wouldn't have become like mice being shouted at and beaten by everyone.
Of course, only a small number of people carried out the plan. Most of the spellcasters were just fish in the moat caught in a fire at the city gate. But there was also a saying that a rat's poop spoils the whole pot of soup.
Forget it, let's not talk about this.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng shook his head and withdrew his thoughts. He looked at Miao Jie beside him.
"How do you feel?"
"Mmm …."
Hearing Fangzheng's question, Miao Jie immediately blushed and buried her head in his arms.
"Mr. Fangzheng, you're so bad. You actually asked me this kind of question …. Last night, you tortured me so much that I almost died!"
"It was you who hugged me tightly and wouldn't let go."
Fangzheng stretched out his hand and gently stroked Miao Jie's cheek, then kissed her lightly.
"Alright, pack up. We should continue our journey."
"Okay."
Hearing Fangzheng's answer, Miao Jie was not too surprised. She just nodded. Both sides did not dwell too much on what happened last night. The reason was simple. Whether it was Fangzheng or Miao Jie, they both knew what it meant.
And more importantly … there was still a lot of time.
Just like now.
"Mr. Fangzheng, you're really skilled. How many girls have you hugged?"
"Yesterday was really amazing. There were several times when I felt my mind go blank, as if I'd forgotten everything. I really didn't expect it to be so amazing. I finally understand why so many people are so addicted to it that they can't extricate themselves. "
"Did the others behave the same as me?"
Riding on the horse, Fangzheng had to face countless questions from Miao Jie. Only now did he realize that this girl named Miao Jie was indeed quite a difficult person to deal with. She was like a combination of Kuang San and Blackie. On one hand, she was very elegant, quiet and virtuous. On the other hand, she was the same as Blackie. She did not shy away from talking about things that happened in bed.
If it was someone else who had done something like this, even if they were interested, they would only look for Fangzheng in secret. But that was normal. After all, everyone had a sense of shame.
But Miao Jie behaved as if what she had experienced was not a major event in her life, but a hobby like golf or bowling. After tasting it, she showed great enthusiasm and determination to study it.
To be honest, if one did not hear what she said, just by looking at her expression, ordinary people would have thought that this noble lady was talking about an interest like the Way of Flowers or the Art of Tea.
If it were any other man, they would have been confused by Miao Jie's direct attack, but Fangzheng was not afraid at all. It was just driving. Which Mercedes-Benz couldn't go faster than 86?
Of course, Fangzheng would not talk about things that involved other people's privacy. But outside of that, he naturally confronted Miao Jie head-on.
Thus, along the way, the two of them engaged in a variety of theoretical discussions in simple terms, and agreed to fight another day...
Then, they arrived at their destination.
"Here …."
Looking at the scene in front of him, Fangzheng could not help but frown. In front of them was an abandoned tower, and around it were hills that weren't too high.
"That's right, Mr. Fangzheng. Look, isn't the environment here very good? The mountains are behind us and the water is right in front of us. The surrounding environment is also very good. It's secluded and there's even a stream next to it …. "
"Well, the geographical location is not bad, but it doesn't feel like that."
"Feel like?"
"Yeah, it's still a little lacking."
Fangzheng looked at the mountains in front of him and could not help but curl his lips. Indeed, according to Miao Jie's plan, the geographical conditions here were very good. But in Fangzheng's view, it was still a little lacking. After all, in many wuxia novels, the secluded sects were all located between the mountains or on the top of the mountains.
Although the mountains were not high, the immortals were spiritual. But if the mountains were a little higher, wouldn't they also have the feeling of a secluded sect? No matter how it was built, it would give people the feeling of a mountain king ….
Thinking of this, Fangzheng also clapped his hands.
It's just adjusting the terrain, I'll do it myself.
After all, it's better to do it myself.
(End of this chapter)
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