Wizard: This witcher is neglecting his duties.

Chapter 122 Ambition and Winning Over

After listening to Wayne's speech, Francesca picked up a glass of the Elven's unique Hundred Flowers Wine, took a small sip, pondered for a dozen seconds, and said:

"You're right. We can't rely on the enemy's mercy. Our people live under human surveillance, like lambs to the slaughter, facing their knives at any moment."

At this point, the sorceress raised her head to look into Wayne's eyes, a hint of sorrow appearing on her beautiful face, and her voice became much lower.

"It's a pity, Wayne. Changing the status quo is very difficult. The human leadership is not as contemptuous or indifferent to non-human races as you might imagine."

"Including you witchers, they are very shrewd and clear-headed. They know very well who their enemies are, whether they are non-human races or witchers. The reason they are in such a terrible social environment is all intentional on their part."

"And if we make any major moves, they will immediately discover them, triggering their counterattack. Do you think there haven't been enough massacres of inhuman races living under human rule over the past thousand years?"

The sorceress's eyes became somewhat confused, and she said softly:

"It's not that we don't want to change things, or that we don't want the elves to be in a better situation; it's just that we dare not act rashly."

"But if we don't make any changes, the situation will only get worse. In the end, it's because our elven race is too weak."

"Thousands of years ago, we were utterly defeated in our war against humanity. Now, a thousand years later, humanity's strength has increased many times over. It is now even more impossible for us to defeat them on the front lines."

Wayne was somewhat surprised to hear this. He hadn't expected that the elven leader, who in the original story had defected to the Kingdom of Nilfgaard and was then discarded like a chamber pot, would be able to see things so clearly. This was something he hadn't anticipated.

He hesitated for a few seconds before deciding to share some valuable information, because, as Francesca had said, the situation of witchers was the same as that of non-human races, and helping them was also helping the witchers themselves.

So he began to speak:

"Ms. Francesca, have you heard of Islin's prophecy? Do you believe it?"

As a powerful sorceress, Francesca was naturally very clear about this prophecy from the elven prophet. In fact, they knew far more about the truth of the "White Frost Doomsday" mentioned in the prophecy than anyone else in the world.

She nodded slightly, her expression revealing nothing unusual, and said calmly:

"Of course I've heard of this prophecy. This elven prophet named Islin was once a friend of my father."

"The common people at the bottom of society do not believe in this prophecy, or even know about it. But whether it is the middle and upper classes of humanity, all spellcasters, or leaders of various races, they all have their own interpretations of this prophecy."

"Many things mentioned in the prophecy have been proven true in reality, and I certainly believe in the warnings given to us by this elven prophet."

Wayne nodded, glanced at Toruville, who was sitting beside the two, drinking and deep in thought, before turning back to Francesca and saying:

"Actually, I also believe in this prophecy."

"The time of sword and axe is near, the age of frost and snow. The time of white frost and white light is coming, the age of madness and contempt: the age of the end. The world will die in the frost and be reborn under the new sun. That is also the time when the seeds sown by Hen Ichaer—the blood of the ancients—will be reborn. These seeds will not sprout, but will ignite a raging fire."

"You should all cry out in despair, for the destroyer of nations is coming. Your lands will be trampled and divided. Your cities will be burned, and your inhabitants will flee. Bats, owls, and crows will roam your homes, and snakes and insects will make them their nests."

After he finished reading the fable softly, he sighed and said:

"According to the prophecy, war, natural disasters, plagues, and slaughter will soon return to this world."

"Look at the current situation in the northern countries, the south, and even other continents."

"In fact, this prophecy is not without reason; humans are a selfish and xenophobic race."

"They have already taken over the world, and no other race can be their enemy. Their only enemy is humanity itself."

"So next, they will have internal strife because there are no external enemies, and war will break out because of the struggle for power and interests."

"And when war engulfs all of humanity, and the entire continent, when they are killing each other and fighting each other to the death, that is the opportunity that other non-human races have been waiting for."

"This period of time will not be long, perhaps ten years, perhaps twenty years. When the legendary ancient blood reappears, it will signify that the era described in the prophecy has arrived."

"Before that, whether it was witchers, dwarves, or elves, all the rare races that could only struggle to survive under the oppression of humans had to unite, accumulate strength, and wait for an opportunity."

"And this opportunity is not far away from us."

………………

After dinner, Wayne and Toluville bid farewell to Francesca and returned to the elven ruins of Cordwin.

Just as they said at the beginning, it was just an ordinary dinner and conversation. The two simply talked about their thoughts, understood each other's attitudes, and quickly ended the contact.

Just like making a new friend, before there is enough trust between the two parties, they will not really reveal their bottom line or their true thoughts to the other party.

However, as one of the most powerful sorceresses in the world, the beautiful Miss Francesca is still very generous.

Faced with the impoverished Witcher Wayne, the elven lady not only gifted him two precious magical inner armors from the elven treasury as an extra reward for clearing the ruins, but also promised to provide assistance if he ever encountered any magical difficulties in the future.

Although neither side explicitly stated it, they had implicitly established a subtle cooperative relationship, providing them with an additional partner in case of emergencies.

Wayne was quite satisfied with this. In a sense, the sorceress Francesca, who was also an elven, was more trustworthy than Kayla, with whom he had already had a close relationship.

Because both of them share common predicaments and common goals, and as a human warlock, Kayla naturally considers the interests of her human race, which cannot be controlled by a so-called lover relationship that can be easily abandoned.

However, at present, neither his individual strength nor his personal influence can establish an equal cooperative relationship with Ms. Francesca, who possesses almost all the resources of the Elven race, which is why many of his plans cannot be implemented.

However, Wayne was not in a hurry. It was 1250, only the second year since he became a Witcher. He had about a decade to develop his strength and influence before the real chaos broke out.

For a powerful demon hunter who also has the help of the system, this amount of time is sufficient.

According to the plot, next year, the great chosen one, Ciri, should be born, and he will be able to meet the man who will one day stir up the northern and southern kingdoms and launch a war that will sweep across the entire continent, Emhyr dancing on his grave.

Back at the ruins, Wayne didn't mince words and went straight into the elf's room. As he and the elf were whispering sweet nothings and entwined in the bathtub, something suddenly occurred to him, and he asked:

"Toruville, I've heard that elves are skilled archers. Do you know any master bow makers?"

Toluville, who had been somewhat lost in passion, suddenly looked up at the Witcher reproachfully upon hearing Wayne's question, then leaned in and bit his throat before saying:

"Would you like to have a bow and arrow made? The bow and arrow I gave you should already be considered a high-quality bow and arrow."

Wayne grinned, wrapped his arm around Toluviel's slender waist, pulling them closer together, before saying:

"You should know my arm strength. That bow and arrow can no longer unleash my full potential. I happen to have a green dragon tendon in my baggage. Perhaps I can use it to make some bows and arrows with greater draw strength."

"And the green dragon's hide. I didn't know your size before, so I couldn't make a set of dragon hide armor tailored to you."

"If you know any skilled craftsmen, I can give you some dragon hides so you can make your own. Of course, you'll also get a share of the bows and arrows."

Upon hearing this, Toruvel couldn't help but smile. The dragonhide armor and the bow and arrow made of dragon tendons were all extremely precious and rare equipment.

After all, with dragons being extremely rare nowadays, a so-called dragon-slaying event only occurs once every few decades, and the targets are mostly imposters or inferior dragons. Real dragon equipment is extremely rare.

The female elf leaned forward and kissed Wayne's lips, her voice sweet as she said:

"Alright, leave this to me. There are some master craftsmen in Hundred Flowers Valley who have inherited the exquisite skills of the Elf Kingdom. I will ask them to make it for you."

(End of this chapter)