For this day, Sabina was clearly well dressed.

Her blouse was made of thin black silk to show off her bumpy figure, and she wore a silver belt with a large rose-like buckle over her crimson skirt.

The slit on the side of the skirt naturally opens all the way to the hips as always, making the scenery under her skirt loom when she walks.

It's just that the only fly in the ointment is that Sabina's face is slightly pale, and her walking posture is also a little strange.

Originally, this small problem naturally did not bother the sorceresses, who had many spells or magic ointments to make themselves glow.

But what is this place?

Almost all the warlocks that can be seen in the north and south are gathered here, and it is okay to move a little, but if the amplitude is too large, even if it is bright enough, it will definitely be ridiculed by other peers.

Faced with this problem, Sabina had to fight her spirits, and at the same time glanced at the man next to her, intentionally or unintentionally.

"This guy's physical strength is so good that it's crazy......"

"He can't be a troll."

The sorceress muttered quietly.

Until this moment, she had never doubted Roger's identity, after all, everyone in her bones would think that witchers should kill monsters.

And what about Roger?

He is now almost the most successful actor in Novigre, and his portrayal of the witcher is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Compared to her slight exhaustion, Roger was in good spirits at this time.

According to etiquette, Roger was supposed to wear a tight-fitting men's outfit suitable for a banquet, but Sabina deliberately made him change out of a less formal wallet in order to deliberately show Roger's identity.

The silver-encrusted hand armor, and the long sword with the back on the back, the weapon would definitely be confiscated, but Sabina just wanted Roger to catch the eye.

But even if there is an element of acting, she has to be amazed by Roger's heroism at this time.

This man does have the capital to make a woman's heart move, and when she thinks of this question, what is left in Sabina's mind is not a surging heart, but a weak leg and feet.

The devil knows what she's been through on this journey.

At first, it was like glue and ecstatic, but then it became a desire to refuse and hide.

In the end, if it weren't for the fight against her old enemy, Yennefa, Sabina was already planning to leave the man behind and go on her own.

What made her feel even more strange was that she was extremely tired, but as long as she was watched by this man's gaze, she would always agree to come down by a ghost.

Obviously, she was supposed to be the one who enjoyed it, but along the way, before and after the saddle, Sabina even felt more like a maid.

The kind that sleeps together.

"Let's go." Roger spoke.

"Remember the agreement between us and put on a good show in a while."

Sabina admonished.

The two stood side by side, the sorceress holding her head up, showing her best side.

The palace's massive central hall was built in a T-shape, with windows in the passages almost as high as the top of the columns that supported the ceiling. The ceilings are so high that it is difficult to discern the details of the dome decorations.

Each window is filled with stained glass, which looks expensive, and the surrounding candelabra is also a virtual image made of magic, making the place appear brightly lit.

There were already hundreds of people when they entered.

Sabina quickly looked around, looking for her prey.

Roger, on the other hand, glanced at it casually.

Well...... There was hardly anyone he knew except that Felipa, and of course Felipa had now forgotten everything that Roger had inflicted on her.

As for almost, it's because in addition to Felipa, the man who accompanies her is also Roger's old acquaintance.

Dijestra.

King Redania's Chief of Intelligence.

Dejestra, who was an intelligence player, was extremely sensitive to the gaze of others, and Roger was only lightly swept over to be noticed by him.

The guy was still wearing a brightly colored gown, and when he looked up, the moment he saw Roger, his bloated body shook uncontrollably.

This caught Filippa's attention.

"What's wrong?" Philippa followed Dijstra's gaze, and then saw Roger.

"Who's that? A witcher? ”

"What's going on lately?" She muttered quietly.

"When did the witchers start to appear in our field of vision frequently, first Geralt, then this strange fellow."

"You don't know him?" Dejestra's voice tensed.

"Why should I know him?" Felipa shook her head.

By this time, Dijestra's back was covered with fine sweat, and he froze in place, not knowing whether to go over and say hello or pretend not to see.

"She forgot about it."

But Dejestra doesn't forget that in midnight dreams, Felipa's body always appears in his mind.

But there was no beauty in that picture, only deep fear.

He didn't know what it was like to play with a powerful mathorcer like Felipa, but as far as he knew, it would be difficult for even the most famous Wigofortez in the wizarding world to do it.

Luckily, someone was walking in the direction of Roger and the others, blocking their view, which made Dejestra let out a sigh of relief, and he twisted his stout body closer to the table.

Desperately stuffing food into his mouth, because only in this way can he divert his attention and not show too many flaws due to nervousness.

"What are you doing?"

"Does King Wizmir not even give you enough to eat?" Felipa frowned.

The Secret Service Manager smiled, and suddenly made up his mind that there were some things he had to figure out, otherwise it would most likely be the last meal he had ever eaten.

He is certainly not here for real enjoyment, but on an important mission.

Sabina didn't immediately find Yennefer, but she was greeted by several familiar sorceresses.

The women were beautiful and tall, and Roger swept his eyes, and there were at least thirteen sorceresses in this room......

Well, their clothes can be described as thin as cicada wings.

Only slightly occluded in key areas.

And the occlusion is not very thorough.

"Is this your new plaything?" A blonde woman approached Sabina.

"He looks so handsome."

"Hmm...... It's also very strong. ”

The women did not use a lingua franca, but an ancient language, with a strange tone, and it was difficult for them to use it flexibly even by the linguists in the Cowcastle Academy.

But these are naturally not a problem for Roger.

Roger didn't squeak, nodded and smiled, pretending not to understand.

"Sort of."

Sabina smiled perfunctorily.

At this moment, she felt that the word plaything was extremely harsh.

"Tell me what's so special about him?"

"Maybe you can let me try it after the banquet is over today?"

"Hmm...... But why did you make him dress like this? Someone asked strangely.

"How do you look like a witcher?"

"He's not really a witcher, is he?" The woman licked her red lips.

"Speaking of witches......" she glanced to the other side of the banquet.

"Yennefer is also here, and he has brought the rumored white wolf."