Geralt's badge buzzed as there were flashes of magic on Sabina's body opposite.

"Don't forget what this place is!" Yennefer snorted coldly. This made Sabina, who was on the verge of going berserk, slowly calm down.

This woman didn't have a good heart from the beginning, and if Roger was just an ordinary person, the final outcome could be imagined.

But after so many days of companionship, there is no credit and hard work, and to be honest, Roger always feels that the other party is the one who takes advantage.

"Witcher, good, very good."

Serbina said through gritted teeth.

"I remember you!"

"I often hear you say similar compliments, but the attitude is very different from what it is now." Roger shrugged and replied nonchalantly.

There were whispers all around, and those sorceresses were all people who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and although their voices were soft, they did not avoid Sabina.

Feeling a loss of face, Sabina walked out angrily, obviously not planning to attend the dinner party later.

"It won't be long before you'll thank me." Roger shouted loudly, and the sorceress's back had disappeared into the crowd.

"Roger......" Geralt shook his head helplessly, he really couldn't see through his peers.

The three of them quickly went into reminiscence mode, and before long, other wizards and warlocks greeted Yennefer.

Although there were many things he wanted to ask Roger, Ye Naifa could only hold back and turn around to greet the other friends, Geralt wanted to stay, but after thinking about it, he followed.

With Yennefer's experience, and the number of old lovers he might have met at this banquet, Geralt felt the need to be by her side.

Seeing this opportunity, Dejestra quietly approached Roger.

"Your Excellency." He lowered his voice and handed over a wine glass.

"How did you end up here?"

"What command can I ......"

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in what you're about to do, conspiracy, betrayal, control, whatever you do, as long as it doesn't affect my life."

Roger looked up at the frescoed dome, "Even if this palace collapses...... What if you sink the entire island? ”

"How did Sunnid Island sink?" Dijestra smiled awkwardly, although the entire palace looked almost airtight, the air inside was smooth and the temperature was pleasant.

But at this time, the chief agent felt hot all over, and his back was already soaked with sweat, and he didn't know why, he always felt that the man in front of him seemed to see through all their plans.

"It's hard to sink an island, but if all the wizards up there are dead......" Roger glanced at Dijstra with a smirk.

"I've said everything I need to say, so keep doing your thing."

Roger took Digestra's glass, which made the latter breathe a sigh of relief, and his greatest fear was to be snubbed or warned by Roger.

After Dejestra left, Triss also came over to say hello to Roger, but only nodded and exchanged a few words before leaving.

These wizards and warlocks were more profligate than anyone else, and they were all well-dressed and elegant.

The food on the tables around him was also lackluster, and Roger felt bored after a few turns.

After a while, Geralt returned to Roger again.

"Not going to be your flower messenger?" Roger joked.

Geralt let go of his collar, "I've had enough, I'm so sick of this garment that no matter what I say or do, it's out of place with Yennefer's side." ”

"The wine here is as light as cat urine, and when the banquet is over, we'll have a good drink."

"Are you sure you have time to drink with me tonight?" Roger looked at Geralt, "I think you should have more important things to do." ”

Thinking of the smell that fascinated him, Geralt smiled awkwardly.

He and Ye Nefer had just reconciled, and the two had reunited after a long absence, which was the time when the mood was high.

"Understood!" Roger patted Geralt on the shoulder, "Behave well!" ”

"Manifest what?" Ye Naifa's voice came suddenly, and she didn't know when she got rid of the warlock beside her.

"Nothing." Geralt muttered, and there was a commotion in the crowd, which parted like a tide.

"Here they are."

It was the high-level leaders of the Wizards' Council and the High Council who were present, and the few old guys who walked in front had nothing to say, especially the two who were behind.

One man and one woman.

The appearance and body are too beautiful.

"Francesca......" Yennefer introduced to Roger, looking at the woman, "her name is beautiful, meaning daisy of the valley, and many people think she is the most beautiful woman in the whole world." ”

"She looks so young." Geralt complimented dryly, desperate to survive, and praised the other woman in front of Yennefer......

Geralt had done something stupid like this, and the result didn't need to be said.

Yennefer chose to kick Geralt off the bed at the moment when his life essence was about to erect!

This is the sorceress's revenge.

"She's a pure-blood elf, and look at the man who escorted him, Wigofortez of Roy Gwen."

"Young and talented."

As the youngest member of the Council, Yennefer knew that it was time for her to appear, so she straightened her clothes and walked up.

What followed was naturally a boring social, and Roger was already a little drowsy, and he also rejected the warm invitations of several beautiful ladies.

Just as he was about to leave, Yennefer turned back and approached Geralt.

"Geralt, someone wants to see you and wants to talk to you alone."

"Who?"

"Wigo Fortez."

"What is there to talk about between us?" Geralt looked confused.

"Maybe he wants to win you over, maybe he wants to get some news, you have to be careful, this person is cunning and don't fall for him."

"Okay." Geralt hesitated for a moment, then walked into the back corridor, and Roger was about to say goodbye and leave, but was stopped by Yennefer.

He read the meaning in the other man's eyes.

The two took a glass of wine and avoided the crowd to a terrace filled with flowers, where the damp sea breeze was blowing in their faces, and when they looked up, the splendor of the Gastang Palace seemed to be close at hand.

"We're going to have a meeting there tomorrow......"

Yennefer opened the topic dryly.

Roger didn't squeak, he knew the purpose of the sorceress inviting him here, and sure enough, the next moment, Ye Naifa couldn't wait to turn his head.

"Roger said I still have hope...... But when was that? ”

"I can't wait."

"Whatever you want, I can give it to you!" Yennefer's gaze was firm.

"Be patient, and I'll come to you when the time comes."

"But ......"

"No, that's it, you and Geralt aren't ready yet."

"Me and Geralt?!" Yennefer seemed to realize something.

"Me and His Child......"

"Can we?" Happiness came so suddenly, Yennefer was even a little incoherent.

"That's it, all you have to do is get ready while happiness comes."

With that, Roger jumped out of the railing.

"I'm fed up with the boredom here, we'll see you tomorrow."

"That's right." As his body fell, Roger gave Yennefer one last look.

"If I were you, you'd take Geralt down the mountain tonight and get out of this giant maelstrom."

"What do you know?!" Yennefa's eyes burst with a gleam, and Roger's body had begun to disappear.

Beneath him is an abyss.

Yennefer was not worried about Roger's safety, she had seen the peculiarities of this man, and it was not until a long time later that she muttered something in a low voice.

"No, I made the right choice."

Apparently she didn't take Roger's advice to heart.