Chapter 657 659. Kiss of Victory
From Lan En’s perspective, what is happening now is actually a bit scary.
He came here because of Margarita’s magical characteristics, but the target he suddenly saw had the face of Tissaya.
This first brought a sense of confusion.
But whether it was Margarita or Tissaya, he couldn't just ignore it. So he rushed over without stopping.
Then when he was in front of him, before he could ask anything, 'Tisaya' pounced on him and started gnawing at him.
It shocked him directly.
Of course, later Lan En discovered that this was not ‘random chewing’, she had come prepared!
The mouth was skillfully pried open, and the soft and smooth touch was needless to say. More importantly, the skills displayed were so familiar!
If Tissaya wasn't a pervert who even wanted to monitor and 'study' Margarita's private life after graduation, there would be only one possibility.
Lan En's improved [Spiritual Vision] was now focused on the face of 'Tisaya'.
He originally thought that the magic aura on the other person's face was due to magic necklaces, magic earrings, magic creams, etc., so he didn't try too hard to see through it.
But when she observed attentively, the layer of illusion that Margarita applied on her face was immediately seen through by [Spiritual Vision].
The true colors were revealed in Lan En’s eyes.
“Ugh! Why are you here?!”
The sorceress's wet kiss was as passionate as ever, and even seemed to be more entangled because of the turbulent and complicated emotions at this time.
Lan En asked in a daze after pushing her away.
"To find you! What else?!. No, I mean. As a member of the Association of Talents and Skills, I decided to control this unjust war."
< br>Margarita was habitually outspoken at first, and then she seemed to suddenly realize whose identity she was coming here under, and changed her words in a panic.
And his guilty eyes glanced towards the shield guard team from time to time.
"In short, that's pretty much all you can do now, right? The Nilfgaardians are about to be defeated. Just protect me here and cast spells, just like before."
Margarita pulled Lan En's hand arm, raised his head and said to him.
"You didn't ask me to leave with you right away." Lan En raised his eyebrows, "This makes me a little surprised."
Margarita raised her head and met Lan En's eyes Looking at each other, there was a relaxed and cheerful look in those cat eyes that rarely appeared in this short period of time.
The sorceress was startled at first, and then the expression on her face changed from feeling uncomfortable, angry, and confused, to helpless and relieved.
"You are changing the subject again." The sorceress shook her head slightly, "But it also shows my attitude. I have actually thought of it a long time ago."
"Even if I find you, I can't let you Get away. I can't stop you from doing what you want to do."
"But why did I run into this meat grinder even though I knew I couldn't stop you or persuade you?"
< br>Margarita said absently, and then smiled to herself without waiting for Lan En's reaction.
“Maybe just to see you?”
Lan En licked his lips. He felt that he had never felt so uncomfortable when he rushed into the Nilfgaardian front.
"It's almost over." The witcher put his big hand on the sorceress's shoulder and spoke firmly. "No need to worry. The most dangerous moment has passed. There is only one finishing step left and this war will be over." "I don't know what you saw and what you did in this war." Margarita said in a low voice. , shrank into Lan En's arms and hugged him hard, then pulled away.
“But since it is your decision, then I will support you.”
A fine and low spell flowed from Margarita’s mouth, she Stretching out her hands towards Lan En, a warm magical aura floated from her palms to the witcher.
And in the end, a looming magic rune was formed that rotated around the demon hunter's body.
"[Margarita Shield Technique], I improved [Arzu's Shield]. The layer of Arzu's Thunder that originally surrounded the body surface was used to counterattack damage. Now all the magic power is used in it. It’s enough for defense. It’s enough to resist [Arzu’s Lightning Strike] once.”
Lan En’s eyes looked at the floating and rotating runes around him.
"I remember you once said: Arzu's spells are beyond the control of ordinary warlocks. It is said that he is extremely talented, his voice is like a hunting horn, and his words are like a famous lecturer."
"Difficulty In fact, that's it." Margarita said calmly, "I was just not interested before. I just read the book for three or four days before I came here, and I got the hang of it."
"Three or four days without sleep?" Lan En asked her, but Margarita did not respond.
Let a sorceress who is used to enjoying a luxurious and lazy life go to a cruel battlefield for herself, and master the legendary Arzu's magic in three or four days. It is not found in many knight novels nowadays. It’s such an outrageous thing to write.
But Margarita obviously doesn’t care about these efforts.
"Be safe, go and come back quickly."
"This is all I ask, and you won't listen to more, so now! Immediately! Get out of my sight!"
"As ordered." Lan En looked into Margarita's eyes and bowed slightly. "My lady."
The witcher continued to move towards the hillside where Nilfgaard had not yet collapsed.
Among the shield guards guarding Margarita, a soldier was holding a burnt wooden stick picked up on the battlefield and drawing something on the back of his tower shield.
“It’s time to work, guys, what are you doing?”
The shield captain conscientiously held up his shield, blocking half of the sorceress’s body. She resisted the stray arrows that had become sparse on the battlefield.
On the other hand, he got behind his comrade's tower shield to see what he was doing.
I saw this comrade using a small burnt stick to outline the inside of the tower shield a few times, and the silhouette of two people, one big and one small, hugging each other appeared on the large page.
"Now that the pressure is much less, I want to make some records now and refine it when I go back. Maybe after the war, someone will collect my paintings?"
"See you. Damn it, do you still have this skill?”
“My family owns a bookstore, boss. My dad enrolled me in a master’s training class in oil painting! Look at this angle and composition, it’s so wild. No such thing!”
"You wait until I go back and copy it onto the canvas, and add the light, shadow and emotion created by the colors. Tsk tsk tsk. Even if it is not a masterpiece, it is enough to record the historical facts of the war! I want to call it "The Kiss of Victory"!"
"Then I wish you a bright future, and then you should lift the fucking shield for me! Idiot!"
The painted shield guard soldier was hammered off his helmet by the captain with an iron glove, and his head was broken The child buzzed.
Margarita loaded the hunter's pistol in her space handbag and glanced at the inside of the shield guard's tower shield.
What made her face darken was: the face of the woman in the kiss.
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(End of this chapter)