Chapter 1022 1004. The Growth of the Spell Fire
“Now we have to do the thing I entrusted to you.”
Lan En stood up from the bed, full of energy. , the little paws grabbed the cloak and climbed up to the shoulders.
The witcher walked over and patted Dandelion on the shoulder.
“It’s written and written.”
"I said, after this script is written, I want the bards who sang about the last Civil War to have nothing to sing except my words! This can't be rushed."
The poet said to This is a bit irritating. Creators often feel like this when they can't create something, so Lan En doesn't take it seriously.
"How about adding me?"
On the other hand, Priscilla, who had been watching Dandelion writing the script, asked Lan En in a cheerful tone.
“The story of this script is very exciting, but it takes a lot of time to polish and rhyme. My level is no worse than his, so adding me will get twice the result with half the effort.”
"Add you?! You still want to interfere with my script?!"
Lan hadn't done anything yet, but Dandelion immediately jumped up from the stool, like a kettle lid after being heated to boiling .
Lan immediately took a wise step back and got out of the way of the battlefield.
Sure enough, the next moment, Priscilla, who Lan En and Geralt privately nicknamed the ‘female version of Dandelion’, started arguing with the poet.
“Meet in? Didn’t I already interfere when I first came in?”
The poetess asked in surprise, as if what Dandelion asked was one plus one equals three.
"Also, I said 'the story is very exciting', but I also talked to Triss and Geralt just now. In my opinion, this is because the original Battle of Sodden Mountain itself was very ups and downs. , it’s exciting enough.”
“As a playwright, I don’t see much effect in polishing the story, that is, writing a few sonnets as lyrics behind the plot.”
"You!"
Dandelion's face turned red with anger, which was rare, and he couldn't say anything.
But even so, Priscilla still had no intention of stopping her mouth.
"Master Dan, your poems are moving and wonderful. I thought you were a talented person before I met you. But please forgive me for being frank, your famous work is about the demon hunter Gerald A unique lyric poem."
Lan En guessed that Priscilla's voice, from Dandelion's perspective at this moment, was like a cold knife piercing her heart and lungs.
"I didn't believe it before that as long as a poet chooses good materials, his achievements will always be higher than normal. But now, I am convinced of this, Master Dan."
Pu Lisila held her slender waist with one hand and spread her other hand to express her silence.
"Do you think that if you provoke me I will agree to let you interfere with my script?"
Dandelion said while the mustache on his lips trembled with anger.
Priscilla stroked the swan feathers on her hat and smiled confidently.
"Unless you can control your anger right now, how can you write a heroic epic when you are so angry? You know it yourself."
Dandelion should control his anger at this time, Otherwise, you won’t be able to write a good script if you have mood swings.
But if he could control it, he wouldn't be Dandelion.
So the poet could only cover his face madly.
Priscilla shrugged, as if she was very familiar with this.
She turned around confidently and spoke lightly to the people who had retreated.
“Leave the script to us and we’ll work on it all night tonight.”
With her air of grandeur, it seemed like she immediately became the one who spoke and took care of things.
Lan En looked at the scene where Priscilla completely controlled the atmosphere, and immediately nodded with a wink.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Immediately walked out of the room with the others and asked the two poets to work all night tonight.
"Can they really work tonight?" Dudu was a little worried about this. "He's Dandelion. He can hook up the waiter when he goes out to eat."
"It's nothing to worry about." Geralt, who had been in contact with Dandelion for a longer time and knew him better, shrugged indifferently. "Dandelion is more proud of his poetry and art than his philandering."
"Priscilla is very beautiful, but their differences in art have not been resolved for a day, or they have not adapted. Then Dandelion I have no interest in getting along with her. Compared with this, I am more worried about another thing."
Geralt turned to face Triss.
"Where should I stay tonight?"
"And me." Dudu also raised his hand with the height of a halfling, "The situation in my house needs to be cleaned well. ”
Finally, Triss opened another room for them in the Kingfisher Tavern.
——
After everything was taken care of, the young witcher followed the sorceress back to her villa in Novigrad.
Flannel Ball was very energetic, so he climbed to the roof of the villa to practice martial arts.
In the villa, the sorceress and the witcher were lying on an animal skin blanket.
In the previous 'intense exchange', Tris's master bed in the villa and the cashmere-covered bench in the living room on the first floor were both broken.
If it was Margarita, she would probably use magic or spend money to quickly replace it with new furniture that is durable and comfortable so that she can continue to enjoy it.
But maybe because Triss is considered a little girl among the sorceresses, she behaves more "wild".
"We only use blankets on the floor, nothing else. The touch of the wooden floor will make me feel like I am in the wild"
The sorceress leaned on Lan En's shoulder at that time , the tone changed a thousand times, and she gently blew ambiguous hot air against his ear.
The sorceress gasped happily afterward.
She lay on Lan En's chest, like a child playing with a toy, with a flame floating on her raised hand. This is not a special spell, but a relatively basic magic flame. On top of this, the next step is the fireball spell.
Lan En’s eyes became dark as he looked at the flame on Triss’s hand.
The sorceress’s other hand was twirling their hair scattered on the animal skin blanket.
"Can you gain something just by looking at the flames?"
Triss's voice now had a contented laziness.
“It would be great if learning spells could be so easy.”
Her body was shimmering with a layer of oily sweat, reflecting the warm light of the flame, making her already attractive body It takes on an olive color and the curves appear more wild.
"No, it's not easy, Triss."
Lan En's left hand also made a 'bang' sound, and after a slight explosion, a bunch of flames rose up.
【Spell Fire】.
The spellcasting catalyst of this magician comes from that strange world where flame is the foundation of order.
Lan En guessed that the power of 'shaping life' might be hidden in the mystery of this flame.
Conicus, the great swamp magician who distributed the flames to Lan En, once suggested to Lan En, the disciple who was about to ‘travel far’——
The so-called incantation is the worship of flames. Exploring more mysterious flames is very beneficial to the practice of magic.
Since it was the 'mysterious flame', Lan En naturally thought of the flame spells of the mages immediately.
The magic of mages relies on the chaotic magic drawn and transformed from the four-element interface of the world.
The flame spell certainly contains the power of the fire element interface.
A single magical flame is small and fragile to Lan En, but the nature of the power drawn from the fire element interface has not changed.
With Lan En's current [Spiritual Vision] level, he can actually see the deep structure of the world directly from his daily life.
See the fire element interface.
If he is lucky, he can even see the world spirits [Fire Giants] on the fire element interface, roaring and fighting each other inside.
But once he wants to be in that state, he can pass on what he sees about the interface of the fire element in the world to the spell fire. Looking forward to gaining gains and growth from this spell caster's catalyst.
He will suddenly feel a burning sense of danger.
The hormone secretion of [Gene Seed] and [Song Gland] suddenly became disordered, making him flustered and restless.
It was as if these two super organs were warning him.
The first time he encountered this situation, Lan En suddenly remembered the warning that Cornicus said casually when he gave him the flame of [Spell Fire].
——Don’t let yourself be burned by the flames.
[Spell Fire] is not a completely controllable and safe force. It was born in a cruel world.
Ever since the first fire appeared and the foundation of the rules was laid down, the world of flames has always displayed a cruel and sacrificial temperament.
This temperament permeates all aspects, including all kinds of power. It's like magic, where you launch your own soul as an attack.
In Izaris, the birthplace of magic, the ancient gods all disappeared because their own flames lost control.
So since experiencing the blazing sense of crisis, Lan En gave up the plan of directly using [Spirit Vision] to observe the fire element interface.
The power of the fire element interface is very strong, even endless.
If a mage imprisons a [Fire Giant], it can be regarded as possessing endless magic power and can literally move mountains and reclaim seas.
And [Fire Giant] is just a naturally born world spirit in the fire element interface.
If Lan En wants to 'see' this kind of power, and 'understand' this kind of power, and finally transform his understanding into the fire of magic, it is a bit overestimating his own abilities.
So simply, he planned to just use [Spirit Vision] to observe the magic flames created by the mages.
If you don’t want to be burned clean by your own flames, you must carefully increase the power of the flames.
Although this power is powerful and full of potential, it can also burn yourself if you are not careful.
The growth of the Spell Fire also confirmed Lan En’s idea.
When he observed and understood the magical flames in Triss' hands, this understanding promoted the changes in the magical fire.
The original spell fire had no exothermic effect at all before the spell was released.
It is an empty light and shadow with the shape of a flame.
But now Lan En can freely control whether the spell fire itself has heat outside the time when the spell is released.
“Wow~”
Triss’s fingertips, still wet with sweat, lightly scratched Lan En’s skin.
There was a sense of surprise and greed in her tone.
“I feel you getting hotter, honey.”
"This is just the power of another world."
"No matter what it is. Let me feel if your whole body is so hot."
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(End of this chapter)