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"how did you do it?"

"How did you do that?"

At night, the witcher and the mage were walking on a lush forest path. Don't get me wrong. They were not on an outing or doing anything else. This was the Royal Forest Park, and they were 'killing time' here, waiting for the upcoming banquet.

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Geralt did not wear his breeches and leather armor, but put on clothes that were very uncomfortable on his skin. Underwear, shirts, and tunics were layered on top of each other, and they could not be tighter, making him feel like he was

It was a tied pig. He Shenyan was much more relaxed, and his clothes had not changed at all. In other words, his clothes were already very suitable for such an occasion.

"How did you get us into the palace to attend this banquet? Princess Pavetta is fifteen years old and she is going to get married. Everyone in Cintra knows. But how did you get me in? Mine

It means that even in fairy tales, there is no pairing of a demon hunter and a princess."

He Shenyan shrugged his shoulders. He stepped on the soft soil, and the fallen leaves were crushed under his feet, making a rustling sound. He said: "It's just a little trick, Geralt. You see, this banquet actually has a deeper meaning.

Levels of meaning.”

"What?"

"The queen not only wants to choose a husband for her daughter, but actually, she also wants to take this opportunity to form an alliance with the people of the Skellige Islands."

"Where did you get the news?"

"I'm a mage, Geralt. Mages are born with this." He raised his eyebrows at Geralt, and then said: "But this is not the point, and I don't care about her political demands at all. I

I only care about Princess Pavetta."

This time it was the witcher's turn to raise his eyebrows: "Do you want to be the king of Cintra? King Rogna died a few years ago, and the queen does not want other partners... Do you still have this hobby?"

"No, Geralt. No matter what, I would not be interested in a fifteen-year-old girl. That would be too shameless."

"Your words scolded all the eight people who came to the banquet today."

"Who cares?" The mage smiled indifferently.

"Okay, let's get back to business, Geralt. I came to this party, and even spent some effort to get identities for both of us for one purpose." A ray of red light flashed in his eyes, and the witcher didn't know why.

Suddenly, I felt a chill all over my body. It wasn't until the Master gently said the next sentence that I felt better: "...I want to find out the truth about Yanzi."

"swallow?"

"Yes, you must have heard of that prophecy, right?"

"Islini's prophecy? Don't tell me that you believe this old witch's words..."

"I have never seen her, and I don't know if she is an old witch. But for now, her predictions are very accurate, Geralt. Anything said by a prophet who has confirmed the authenticity of the predictions cannot be taken lightly.

What's more... this is related to your world and my world."

Geralt was silent. He had known for a long time that the mage came from another world. He Shenyan had never concealed this matter. He even almost wrote the words "I am from another world" on his face. But

He didn't understand why the banquet was suddenly related to the safety of the world?

At this moment, a waiter came over and bowed respectfully to them. The exaggerated and complicated etiquette made Geralt frown: "Two gentlemen, the banquet is about to begin. Do you need me to take you to the banquet hall?"

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"No, no need. Go and do your business." The mage waved his hand and asked him to leave.

He himself walked in front of Geralt, and after a few turns, he walked out of the maze-like royal garden. Geralt followed him, following step by step. What surprised him was that all the people coming and going around him All the guests looked at the Master with respect, and some even wanted to come up and kiss the back of his hand, but he rejected them one by one.

There was another thing that surprised him even more. No one noticed his cat eyes and white hair.

The mage walked in front, and his voice floated into the demon hunter's ears from front to back: "A little trick, Geralt. The identity I fabricated for you is my friend, a baron from the East, in his thirties. A bachelor. You might be invited to tea by some ladies after the banquet."

"Where is your identity?"

"I am just me, just a mage."

"Come on, a mage doesn't just let them do this. You must have done something else."

The mage smiled mysteriously, causing Geralt to click his tongue again. He was just about to write the words "Die the Riddler" on his face.

They were the first pair of guests to arrive at the banquet hall, other than the queen who was already seated on the tall backrest throne.

This banquet hall can be called magnificent from every angle. It is extremely luxurious. The demon hunter noticed that even the candle holders were gold, and the armrests of the chairs were even inlaid with emeralds. Notice their Upon arrival, the queen stood up very happily.

Calanthe is a queen famous for her bravery. Her iron fist is as famous as her beauty. It is not without reason that people call her the lioness of Sintra. At least, in Geralt's view, she does have A special temperament.

Her gray hair was meticulously combed back. In today's world, respectable ladies and women from good families would wrap their hair in a scarf or tie it into a bun. The disheveled hair is a symbol of sorceresses and sorceresses. The proof of the prostitutes. The former use this method to highlight their differences and confront the world. I won’t say more about the meaning of the latter’s doing so.

Her emerald eyes were filled with joy. She stood up and shouted the Master's name loudly: "Please come and sit next to me! Mr. He!"

The Master declined this honor and smiled politely: "No, thank you for your kindness. But I hope to stay with my friend. It is his first time to participate in such an occasion and he is not used to it."

Calanthe set his sights on Geralt. He didn't know what he looked like under the mage's mask. But the queen's bright eyes let him know that at least he was not ugly. The queen smiled at him: "Please take a seat, sir. If you are Mr. He's friend, then you are also my friend. I have to admit that given your appearance, it is incredible that you have not yet made an engagement with any woman."

Geralt could only try his best and show an awkward but polite smile.

While he chose a corner with the mage to sit down, he quietly said to him: "What identity did you fabricate for me? Also, what happened to my face?"

"Your face hasn't changed much, Geralt. I just removed your cat eyes and white hair. You are now a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes. As for your identity... you were emotionally injured when you were young, so You no longer talk to any ladies, and you even refuse to see them. You spend all day in your room writing poems and paintings for a long-dead man."

The demon hunter said expressionlessly: "Then I am really infatuated."