Novi Gree.

Although it is not the capital, as a port city, Novigre is also important in Redania.

In the room, Dandrion sat in a chair and writhed his ass restlessly.

"My friend, I heard that you were attacked not long ago?"

It was a tall, burly man in bright clothes, with a square head and big ears, his hands on his chest, and his eyes fixed on Dandrion as he spoke.

Dijstra, the intelligence chief of King Vizmir of Redania.

Contrary to the traditional image of an intelligence chief, Dejestra appears to be sluggish and stupid, and he has always disliked keeping a low profile, preferring to swagger through the market in brightly colored clothes.

But this guy is insidious and cunning, and he is very different from what he looks like.

"Attack?"

"Do you mean the over-zealousness of the women who like me?" Dandrion replied.

Not long ago, he had been subjected to a terrible attack, and by all indications that the attacker had come from the mighty empire in the south.

And his purpose is to inquire about the fallen princess of Sintra, as well as the news of Geralt the white wolf.

After all, the fate of Geralt and Ciri is not a secret to the ears of many high-level executives, and this matter is extremely scary to think about.

Ciri seems to be a minor character, but her presence has attracted the attention of many forces, including Nilfgaard and the Warlock Council.

Dandrion was completely unjustified.

This is related to his unswerving telling of the story of the white wolf for more than ten years.

In fact, traveling from country to country, Dandrien's identity is not as simple as it seems.

There's a little bit of a dope in that...... The secrets of intelligence.

Obviously, as the head of the intelligence department, Dijestra is here because he is by no means simply concerned about Dandrien's safety.

"You know what I'm talking about?"

"So there are some things that are better not to hide."

Dijestra still had the same kind attitude, but her eyes became much more stern.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Who knows, it was the man who heard my name from his wife in a time of joy." Dandrion pouted.

"I've encountered so many attacks like this that I can't count them in just this month."

"Okay, let's be honest."

"Do you know where that witcher is, a lot of people have been looking for him lately?"

"North or South?" Dandrion shook his head.

"The last time we saw each other was a long time ago, in Sidaris, and he was on the move, and I was on the show and I didn't even meet him."

Dandrien looked at him with sincerity, because he was telling the truth.

"I want you to be sincere, because it's important."

"Besides, you answered too quickly, apparently deliberately hiding something."

Dejestra slowed down, and the momentum on her body rose sharply.

Dandrion licked his lips, "I really don't know where he is, besides, do you have anything to do with him?" ”

"Got a monster to deal with?"

Dijestra didn't say anything more, but just then a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Is it your friend? Dandrien, why don't you introduce me to him? ”

Disjestra's body tensed suddenly, he just looked fat and stupid, and when he came in, he had specially told the secret agents around him.

It was supposed to be just him and Dandrien in the room.

And now......

Resisting the urge to attack, Dejestra slowly turned her head, and then saw a familiar face.

I say it is familiar because the portrait of this person has appeared frequently in various performances recently.

The actor...... The guy who plays the witcher.

His name......

"Roger!"

"Why are you here?!"

As if in an instant, Dandrion got rid of the invisible pressure on his body and instantly became relaxed, and this change could be easily felt even by Dejestra.

He soon realized something.

"You're a witcher too?!"

This is really a genius idea, who would have thought that the actor of the witcher was not acting, but was just really acting himself.

"Think about it, I'll come back to you next time." Dijestra left a message.

He was a man who made a move, and the situation in front of him was obviously beyond his expectations, and he needed to re-investigate the information before making a judgment.

"It's over."

Before leaving, Roger spoke.

"What?" Dijestra was slightly stunned.

"Whatever decision you've made with Dandry before, it's over from today."

"Whew!" Dejestra couldn't hold back a laugh.

"Go back to your stage and perform, where you still have dragons to ride." He sneered, pushed the door and left.

After a quiet gesture, the hidden agents appeared one by one, and no one noticed Roger's arrival, suppressing the doubts in his heart, Dijstra got into the carriage and returned to the secret stronghold.

Then he used all his connections to carefully investigate everything related to Roger, but the more he investigated, the more frightened he became, this man seemed to appear out of thin air.

That's when he thought of a name, Philippa Erhard, information about witchers, perhaps with the help of the power of a sorceress.

After sending the message, Dijestra gathered her thoughts and went to bed.

The next day he opened his eyes punctually, but Dijstra froze as soon as he got up.

A line of text was clearly written on the papyrus at the head of the bed.

"Good morning, this is the first day I've woken you up."

"Roger."

Dejestra was like a drop of ice.

If someone could put a letter at his bedside without anyone knowing, it must have been a breeze for the person to cut his throat as well.

He jumped out of bed and opened several dark compartments in the room.

The anti-magic badges were all quietly there.

This means that there is no spell involved in the whole process.

"How is that possible?!"

Dijstra Khan rained down.

Not only is his base very secretive, with secret agents on the outer layer, but also secret agencies on the inner layer that only he knows.

It can be said that no one but himself can enter this room.

He opened the restrictions barefoot, and while he was terrified, an irrepressible anger rose from his heart.

A murderous moult erupted in his eyes.

He felt like he had been fooled.

At this moment, seeing his appearance, a henchman suddenly stepped forward quickly, "There is a royal messenger. ”

"The Courier?"

Digestra stabilized her mood, sorted out her appearance, and obtained a secret letter.

But the cracked information made Dijstra feel like a lightning strike.

"Very good, I am very satisfied with the gift you sent."

"Gift...... What gift? ”

The anger that had just risen was poured out at all, and his position of power came from the man on the throne, if something happened to that person......

The only remaining vindictive spirit disappeared without a trace.

On this day, Dejestra did not carry out any activities, he locked himself in a closed room, surrounded by anti-magic badges, he did not even dare to close his eyes, and he was engrossed in observing everything around him.

For a moment, his spirit was slightly relaxed, but the next second, Dijestra screamed.

The dagger he held in his hand vanished.

In its place was a brand new piece of stationery.

"Good morning, this is the second day I wake you up."

"Roger."

Stealing incense