Chapter 865 847 Wige Fortz


Chapter 865 847. Wige Fortz

“And more importantly”

Margarita stared closely into Lan En’s eyes.

“He is now in Arethusa.”

“What? Arethusa is recruiting wizards now?”

Lan En raised his eyebrows.

“No, we still do not consider wizards in our admissions. After all, students will spend their entire adolescence in the academy, and even longer to learn the mysteries of magic. Desireful young people of the opposite sex meet together , it’s not surprising what he can do.”

Margarita said expressionlessly.

“We don’t want to build another infant care unit in Aretusari.”

The witcher was a little strange: “Can sorceresses get pregnant?”

"Of course. My grandmother even served as Tisaya's assistant!"

Margarita rolled her eyes at him.

“But the entanglement with the magic of chaos makes it extremely difficult for us to conceive, and the children we give birth to are likely to be deformed and mentally retarded. That’s why Tisaya wrote "The Source of Poisoning", advocating Those who control magic should understand the necessity of sterilization. "

"We can and should enjoy sex and love, because it is natural, but these deformed children should not be allowed to appear in the world and suffer. The human gene pool. "

"But let's get back to the topic. Vilgefortz came to Aretuosa in the name of 're-education', but we don't recruit male students, but he is already successful. The Archmage comes to study, so there is no reason to refuse.”

"And what made this person come to a sorceress training school for 'further education' is definitely not the knowledge involved."

Originally, Lan En was planning to ride on the horse after saying goodbye to Margarita. Qilin rushed to Black Tern Island on Lake Vizima.

But the sorceress's words piqued his interest.

Wilgefortz. This guy looked like a god controlling the heavens on the battlefield.

But despite the huge momentum, it is still not as thrilling as the activities of the demon hunters.

So this morning, the witcher and Vilgefortz met in the Hall of Glory in Arethusa.

I can’t tell if it was a coincidence or intentional. Anyway, Lan En had just become interested in him in the morning, and this guy showed up in the morning.

The Corridor of Glory, Aretusa is specifically designed to show students the process of magic development and major historical events, and a long corridor with oil paintings hanging on both sides.

“I think it’s time for you to step aside.”

Weige Fortz was originally admiring these historical oil paintings, but then he turned towards Lan En and said politely Smile politely.

He looked to be about thirty-five years old, unusually handsome, tall, and well built.

Wearing a neat leather suit, breeches, and boots, he held a steel staff in his hand.

In the Glory Corridor, only the faint candlelight as big as a bean flickers. These are just decorations to adjust the atmosphere. When it really needs to be displayed, the place will be illuminated by magic.

"Do you need me to light a 'light'?"

Weige Fortz asked in a friendly manner.

"No, I have looked at these paintings many times."

Lan En said softly as he walked closer.

His silver hair really looked like a piece of flowing mercury under the dim light.

When his face appeared completely in front of Wilgefortz, Lan En was keenly aware that the breathing of the archmage in front of him was disordered for a moment.

"I have to admit, Sir Lane." He himself was aware of his problem, and did not avoid it, but smiled calmly. "Even if I have made enough psychological preparations, I will still be surprised by your artwork."

When describing Lan En's appearance, he carefully considered his words.

“But I think you didn’t come just to look at my face, right?”

Lan En walked to him, turned around, and looked with him Looking at the same painting hanging in the corridor, he seemed to be saying it unintentionally.

The painting depicts some outstanding graduates of Arethusa College. Many sorceresses represent the rise of female power in the wizarding profession.

There are many noteworthy names among them, but the only one whose achievements remain in the world is Tishaia de Verres.

This is a very old painting.

Faced with Lan En's question, Wigefortz did not answer directly.

This kind of psychological quality can be called powerful. After all, at the beginning, he could be said to have seen with his own eyes what Lan En did on the battlefield.

He had personally experienced the momentum and dominance that seemed to crush the entire battlefield.

The powerful legion that the Nilfgaardians were proud of and suppressed all directions was like a piece of beef waiting to be cut in the hands of this demon hunter.

No matter whether there are brittle bones or fascia in the beef, it is not a qualified obstacle to the blade made of steel.

Among the survivors of the Nilfgaardian legion, those who were close to Lan En's traces on the battlefield basically all suffered from strange diseases after the war.

The kind of disease in which whenever you hear church bells, you will have a stress reaction, even self-mutilation, panic and madness.

They claimed that the church bells were not holy, but the roar of the magic sword in the hands of the devil.

The demonic sword can defeat hundreds of knights with one strike. It is greedy for blood and unstoppable.

This group of veterans is valuable because of their large number and battlefield experience. Therefore, even after the armistice treaty was signed and the prisoners were released from each other, it also attracted the attention of the Nilfgaard Domestic Medical Association.

But even so, Wigefortz was still able to maintain a calm and steady breathing state with Lan En at such a close distance.

"I am indeed curious about you, Ser Lane."

Both of their eyes are now on the oil painting in front of them, not on each other, as if they are really two people. Tourists enjoying the art exhibition.

"But please don't confuse me with others, those 'others' with greed and delusions. I must explain this."

"Mediocre people always think that the reflection on the lake is the sky full of stars."

“But I know very well that if you want to be outstanding and far beyond the average line of your position, this kind of thing cannot be expected by just imitating.”

“ Everyone who can do this has irreplaceable characteristics, something that others cannot learn."

Lan En nodded noncommittally.

"It sounds like you are very familiar with the 'average' of demon hunters. This is really strange. After all, not long ago, people like us were a fringe group, like transparent people. There were very few powerful people. Someone who cares, especially a big shot like you. The youngest member of the Wizarding Society in history."

"But you are also a big shot, a big shot in every sense of the word."

Weige. Foltz's quick thinking makes him seem to be able to respond without much thinking.

“We took advantage of the prestige you left in the peace negotiations of the Civil War - please understand that we participants did not have time to inform you at the time, but this was an extremely effective measure at the time - and this It also had a profound impact on the rapid ending of that tragic and grand war."

"Any person with such influence, whether he is a wizard, a king, a demon hunter, or even a demon hunter. Even if he is a beggar, he must admit that he is an out-and-out big shot.”

"Historical scholars, magic scholars, intelligence dealers, kings, nobles. Believe me, Sir Lane. Now even if there is a beggar who says he can shake your hand once a day, he will rely on that hand for the rest of his life. You don’t have to worry about food and clothing.”

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