"You've let me down."

Enhir, the Emperor of the Nilfgaard Empire, sat behind his desk and looked at the wizard standing not far from him.

Wigofortez didn't speak, his eyes seemed unfocused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"You promised me that you would bring that girl to me."

"And how did Cassirer die?"

Enshir was young, but his face was serious and scary, his black hair was meticulously combed behind his head, his eyes were sharp, and he treated this powerful genius wizard without any difference.

"There was a little accident, it's out of my control......"

It was a long time before Wigofertz replied.

"Cassirer and the girl briefly fought each other and were slightly wounded, but then the witcher killed him easily." Wigofortez explained.

Enhil frowned, he had received a little bit of information from the officials of the Empire, and all indications indicated that Cassirer's death did not seem so simple.

However, Nshiel did not pursue the question, "Give me an exact time. ”

This was already too impatient for him.

After the Sunnid Island incident, all forces are actively searching for Ciri's whereabouts, but the girl seems to have disappeared from the world.

Enhil even suspected that she had fallen into the hands of some king of the Northern Alliance, and if it was more extreme, those damn guys would probably make the girl's belly bigger first.

In this way, marriage becomes a matter of course.

Something similar happened to Nhil when he was younger, and he knew that those guys would do anything for the sake of politics and status.

"It's different, now that girl is no longer the focus, it's the demon hunter who follows her."

"You say the so-called accident rate and fate bond?" Enhill sneered, and there was indescribable sarcasm in his laughter.

"Don't underestimate the power of fate, after all, you are also the beneficiary of this matter."

Nhil was silent, he looked up at Wigofortez and didn't say anything more.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is the king of the high, but deep down he hides a secret that only he and Wigofertz know.

As a young man, Nhil was persecuted by the rebel forces of the Nilfgaard Empire and had to stay away from his kingdom, but he was also cursed to be in both human form and hedgehog form.

Many years ago, he made a private agreement with a princess for life, which was strongly opposed by the princess's mother, who had to hire a witcher in order to kill him.

Geralt.

But that's where things take a turn for the better.

So, when it comes to witchers, the first thing that comes to mind is Geralt.

"It's not the white wolf, it's another."

"Roger."

"No one knows where he's coming from, but based on the results of my current investigation, there's a good chance that this Roger is the first witcher in history. Or rather, the standard by which other witchers are made. ”

"And this guy is obviously much better than his juniors."

Wigofertz had a solemn face, and after he went back, he had secretly deduced countless times, but the final result made him extremely decadent.

In a narrow space, one-on-one, even if the means are the best, the ending is to die with the other party.

The man was strong enough to affect the balance.

And this power is beyond his comprehension.

But these words made His Majesty the Great Emperor feel extremely harsh.

In his heart, no flesh and blood could resist the iron horsemen of the Nilfgaard army.

Those so-called strong people are there? Under the horse's hooves of the cavalry became meat sauce.

"In that case, then find him and kill him."

"You should have told me sooner with such important news."

"It's not that simple." Wigofortez smiled, His Majesty's contempt reminded him of his former self.

Feeling the emptiness under his robes, Wigofortez shuddered, and now he had paid a terrible price for his contempt.

"No one can kill him."

"He's the most powerful swordsman I've ever seen, and even ten Geralts can't match him, no, we can't simply compare it to that."

"Because they're more like two creatures."

"If ten doesn't work, then a hundred, or even a thousand, and then send a legion."

"Our troops can even level high mountains, let alone one person."

Nhil is still accustomed to thinking about problems with his strengths.

"That's right, he can indeed be defeated by the human sea tactics, but first we have to find him to determine his location, and then mobilize an army of more than 100 people to encircle and suppress without alarming him......"

Wigofertez spread his hands.

"Do you still think it's easy?"

His Majesty the Emperor frowned.

"He's just a witcher, is he really as powerful as you say?"

If it weren't for his knowledge of Wigofertz, Nhil even suspected that this was an excuse for the other party to shirk responsibility.

"Let's keep it simple, if he wants to come and kill you, all the troops outside and the defenses in the palace are useless."

Wigoferts pointed to his feet, "He's here, and we're going to have to die at least one of the two." ”

Enshir was silent.

Because he knew that Wigofortez never joked with his life and death.

"Roger is protecting that girl, so you don't have to worry, she won't fall into the hands of those kings of the Northern Alliance, they don't have that ability."

"So, if you want to find him, you have to kill the witcher?" Ensher concluded.

"Yes, I already have a plan for that." There was a hint of cruelty in his eyes, and he hated Roger even more than his parents who had abandoned him.

"I need a little support, because you're going to see a small campaign, or even a massacre!"

After a few moments, Encil nodded slowly.

After a long night of talking, Wigofertz opened the portal and returned to his castle, where he entered the secret laboratory underground, where many bodies were housed.

All are male, with certain organs being particularly prominent.

After a long experiment, Wigofortez didn't get the results he wanted, and his tyrannical mood rose, and he wanted to destroy everything in sight with a firestorm.

"It's Lady Francisca." The alchemy puppet reminds Wigofortez.

Casting a spell to remove the lingering scent of potions from his clothes, Wigofertz calmed down before leaving the lab.

He didn't want anyone to speculate about his experiments based on the clues of the potion.

"What's the matter?"

Francesca was as beautiful as ever, having chosen to side with Nilfgaard during the Sunnid Island incident, and her sacrifice was rewarded with the support of Nhil.

The elves were given a territory of their own, not much, but at least a place to stay.

The two are in a cooperative relationship, and there is no obvious superiority or superiority.

"Contact Felipa, we need to mobilize all the forces at our disposal to start a war."

"War, are you kidding?" Francesca looked surprised.

"I'm not alarmist, there's a good chance that the witchers have mastered the massive regional ban magic."

"It's about the survival of the entire warlock community, think about it, if similar techniques are controlled by those nobles and kings......"

"And what are we, and Felippa's group of powerful sorceresses?"

"This is a war, and one of the two sides must be completely wiped out after the battle is over."

Wigofertez's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and this emotion pierced the heart of the female elf like a dagger.

"Which one are you going to do?"

Stealing incense