Chapter 1428 1400. Deterrence
Triss did not refuse Lan En's request, or her current body did not have the strength to refuse.
So she just smiled foolishly, pushed Lan En's chest, and pushed his leaning body away, as if to remind him to pay attention to the occasion.
But after this push, the roaring bear head pendant around the witcher's neck became quiet again, as if he felt nothing.
Immediately afterwards, without Triss's mental defense, Lan En suddenly felt an itching sensation on his scalp.
This was his personal experience of the magic of chaos entering his brain in the form of telepathy.
Warlocks still don’t know much about the group of demon hunters. Even since Lan En appeared, the research on demon hunters has become more detailed and in-depth.
But they still don’t know that the difference between demon hunters and ordinary people is that their bodies can feel the intrusion of chaotic magic like cats and snakes.
Even the demon hunter himself may not remember such small features and characteristics, and only suddenly remember them when something really happens.
Lan En, who already felt a slight itching on his scalp, was still smiling, as if he didn't feel anything.
But at a level that ordinary people, even warlocks, couldn't observe, the warm and full, almost overflowing [body light] around Lan En was slightly dimmed under his control.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but it was originally made with magic and is spread throughout the hall. Those candles that far exceeded the lighting capabilities of normal candles seemed to collectively flicker for a brief moment.
Although the lighting immediately returned to its original state after that hallucinatory moment, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was inexplicably not right.
Originally, a large number of people formed small circles based on their interpersonal relationships and familiarity. Although they all lowered their voices, the voices of so many people were still gathered into a noisy, but full of popularity and A buzz of energy.
But after that moment, no matter how close the two speakers were, the sound of their conversation suddenly felt distant, vague, and lonely.
On the tall walls on both sides, the narrow and tall stained glass windows were letting in air, and the white gauze curtains that were blown up by the windows looked particularly dreamlike under the moonlight and candlelight. A sense of emptiness and emptiness.
Am I dreaming now?
Many people suddenly felt a sense of disharmony in their minds, and this question emerged.
And this feeling of emptiness like falling into a dream is still getting stronger, as if the next moment, people will sink into a quiet and deep dream.
"Wow!" *N
Several sudden sounds of retching sounded like someone was waking up in this inexplicably quiet environment.
People who were still sinking in the feeling of emptiness suddenly woke up.
They were a little lost and then blinked, and then they realized that there were more than a dozen warlocks in this huge hall who were eating, drinking, talking and laughing just now. It was as if their brain stems were being impacted.
Their limbs flailed and fell out of control, and then the feeling of vomiting was transmitted from the nerve center to the esophagus.
Thankfully they had eaten very little before the banquet so as not to be rude, otherwise they would have really vomited all over the floor by now.
Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if their thoughts were still stuck somewhere.
The people who were still chatting around them were startled and fled away in shock. Then the sudden movement caused another burst of exclamations.
The banquet, which was suddenly quiet for a moment, became noisy again.
It wasn’t until many waiters, as well as acquaintances and friends of those who fell to the ground retching, came up to ask for help, that their dilated pupils finally showed some signs of regaining consciousness.
Most of the people present seemed not to notice the sudden and strange feeling of sleep just now, or they didn't want to notice it subconsciously, so they almost ignored it.
There were only a few people in the entire banquet hall, and they frowned as if they realized that something was not right about what they just felt.
The sudden feeling comes and goes quickly, and the human brain quickly ignores it.
The warlocks at the banquet were frightened by the behavior of more than a dozen people losing control of their bodies and vomiting at the same time.
But soon, the dozen or so people slowly came back to their senses.
And at the same time, they claimed that they did not know what happened. They seemed to want to blame their embarrassment on the food and drinks of Arethusa's banquet.
But when Margarita passed by them casually carrying a self-service plate with oysters and prawns on it, even these words were suppressed in their stomachs.
In the end, I just said it was because of my physical condition.
A storm, but not worth the trouble at the banquet.
Everyone was surprised for a while at first, but then they finally had to focus on the most important communication.
As for Lan En, he was calmly drinking the sparkling wine in his hand, and the roaring bear head pendant around his neck was truly silent at this time.
And his body no longer felt the irritating intrusion of chaotic magic.
No one wants to delve into what happened just now, but that doesn’t mean everyone is stupid.
There are countless powerful warlocks in the hall. Who can't feel the veins of telepathy?
I just wanted to observe, as a side note, how the legendary demon hunter would react to the obscure and secret magic, and whether he could even feel it.
But the result is obvious. The telepathy of those warlocks can be clearly seen by others.
But no one could understand Lan En’s counterattack.
That was not magic, and even those secret observers were not sure whether what was really happening under their noses.
All I know is that the trial in the field of telepathy began and then ended suddenly.
Everyone who dared to invade the demon hunter's body with their thoughts showed those symptoms in an instant.
The evidence doesn't matter, the results are obvious.
This demon hunter is not just a reckless man with "strong combat power" as rumored. He has a good way with magic, a way that people can't understand.
I don’t know if this method has anything to do with Aretuza, but just knowing this is enough to calm down many people at this banquet.
"Okay." At the edge of the hall, a tall man could be called fat, but compared to Lan En, he was still a normal human being. He wriggled his lips and looked like he wanted to spit. .
But after looking at the luxurious and spotless marble floors of the Palace of Arethusa that reflected human figures, he swallowed it back silently.
But the words in his mouth did not stop. He was a tall and strong man, but his voice was not loud and his tone was not rough.
"As soon as the banquet started, one of our response plans was immediately cancelled."
He said to the witch beside him.
“According to your statement: I don’t understand what is going on at all.”
“Not even you, who else can enter his head to complete the hypnosis and make him temporarily For our use? Or as a minimum, not to interfere with our next arrangements, just have a good sleep, Philippa? ”
"Originally, I didn't think this plan had any feasibility." The witch calmly took a sip of her wine glass and said, "He is a demon hunter. He wouldn't feel too uncomfortable even if he put magic gold on himself. You should really The aide who drafted the plan for you is fired.”
“The demon hunter can. To block the magic gold?" The fat man touched the round head with only green stubble and whispered, "This is the first time I've heard of it! Damn it, there are so many little features!"
The witch with a large opening on her chest glanced at the strong man next to her with boredom.
She knew that Dijkstra might not have fully figured out all the little characteristics of the demon hunters, but there was no way to miss the magic-blocking gold.
The strong man is just acting, acting as if he is a careless person.
But if anyone really believes it, it will be really bad luck.
Faced with the sideways glance from his female companion, Dijkstra, the intelligence chief of the Kingdom of Redania, had no reaction at all.
The two of them slept together for a while in order to form a political alliance in Redania's political situation, but later he learned that Philipba had not been interested in men for a long time.
Logically speaking, with the sorceress’s figure and skills in bed, he shouldn’t feel at a disadvantage no matter what.
But whenever Dijkstra thought that Philipba could resist going to bed and making out with a person whose sexual orientation was inconsistent with her in order to consolidate her power, the intelligence chief would feel sick.
The psychological disgust made him no longer interested in seeing Philippa naked and alluring.
He is not disgusted by the other person's sexual orientation. He is frightened by this desire for power.
But outside, no one could tell that there was any private rift between the two men's cooperation.
"A plan has been dead." Dijkstra said calmly, "What happens next? I think we might as well come directly to the door and have a frank chat."
" Can you trust him?" Philippa suddenly turned her head and looked at her male companion, "I'm surprised that you still have the ability to trust others?"
"Otherwise, what should we do?" A bored smile appeared on Dijkstra's face, "What can we do to deal with him? Do we really have to try the most outrageous plan? Find a few more sorceresses and let them sleep on the bed Tossing around all night? Where can I find him? "
"There are so many sorceresses, and they all want to sleep with him," Philippa said in a cold voice that was supposed to be ambiguous. "Look at his appearance and body, look at the faces of those sorceresses."
"I bet that as long as he nods, those guys will be on the cold stone as if they have taken aphrodisiacs. He can even open his legs.”
“That’s easy to say about the sorceress, but is he willing? ?" Dijkstra shrugged, "Look at the way this Duke handles this banquet with ease."
"Normally, you have to say. Of course I believe that he has a lot of lovers and can fool around in bed for several days, but this is not normal.”
Dijkstra's smile was a little solemn: "This is not like a person whose brain is in his crotch. Besides, the things in his crotch look very high-end."
"Don't Just ask a question, Dijkstra." Philippa rolled her eyes at him angrily, "Wizmir sent you. You definitely didn’t come here to talk in a negative way, use your noble brain! Think of a solution for the kingdom!” ?”
(End of this chapter)