Sorcerer Kingdom Founded?!!

After speaking.

Ailin remained silent and stared at Tissaia de Veres for a long time.

The air was permeated with a cold, subtle killing intent.

When it comes to choosing sides, people throughout history have always aligned themselves with the strong and those who have interests at stake.

At this moment, it is clear that the balance of power between the School of the Wolf and the two largest forces, the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and the Conclave of Sorcerers, is completely unbalanced on both sides of the scale of interests.

There's no need for obvious comparisons; just look at Philippa Ehrert's wary yet eager expression, and you'll know she doesn't think Tissaia de Veres will agree at all.

Vesemir and Dante, who were about to draw their longswords from their sheaths, were the same.

The atmosphere in the room was tense and confrontational.

To be honest, even Ailin himself wasn't entirely confident in persuading Tissaia de Veres.

While the image of Tissaia de Veres in the previous work was indeed that of an order maintainer, this does not mean that the real Tissaia de Veres standing in front of Ailin is exactly the same person as the one in the original work.

Since transmigrating, Ailin has experienced many huge differences between reality and fiction.

Moreover, people grow, become corrupted, elevate, or fall as time goes by, as they experience various things, and as they meet different people.

The current timeline is nearly a century different from the original timeline of the Thanedd Coup.

A century from now, Tissaia de Veres may be the same person who is single-mindedly committed to maintaining order and justice, but who knows if she experienced some enormous changes that rewrote her life on her way to the future.

Doni, who risked his life to travel to Cintra to marry Princess Pavetta, was not necessarily as ruthless as Emhyr var Enrith, the later Nilfgaard emperor known as "the white flame dancing on the grave of his enemies."

Moreover, order and justice are two words with different meanings.

"Why do you think you..." Her gaze swept over Vesemir and Dante, who were both tense, and she said with interest, "Why do you think you deserve to be protected more than them?"

Upon hearing Tissaia de Veres's words, Ailin's brow twitched, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, saying:

"Because we are maintaining order, and they are disrupting it."

"While the Witchers may not be as powerful or influential as other the Power of Order, their contributions to the order are no less significant than those of any other force."

Tissaia de Veres looked into Ailin's eyes and remained silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled, "No one can deny that."

"Dean?" Philippa Ehrert's expression froze, and she looked at Tissaia de Veres in astonishment.

"Ailin is right. Witchers contribute far more to order than those sorcerers who spend all day talking about the sake of all mankind, but only know how to scheme against each other, fight for power and profit."

Tissaia de Veres nodded.

"But..." Philippa Ehrert glanced at Ailin, hesitating to speak.

Clearly, not all patrol warlocks possess the fearlessness of someone fresh out of academy; some thrive in the river of desire for power and ambition.

Considering it's Philippa Ehrert, it's not surprising.

In the original story, in order to consolidate her power, she even assassinated her lover, Sigismund Dijkstra, the head of the Riedania intelligence organization, let alone this kind of trouble that has basically nothing to do with Aretuza.

The ambitious Philippa Ehrert did not want her backers to get into big trouble with Ban Ad and the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate because of a few witchers.

Tissaia de Veres snorted coldly:

"The Conclave of Sorcerers increasingly chaotic, and some sorcerers are simply lawless in private."

"Using innocent civilians as test subjects, summoning demons with spells to slaughter villages as sacrifices, researching necromancy, and disrupting the order of the living world..."

"I don't know when it started, but selling fake medicines and fake magical items to swindle money can actually be considered being a respectable sorcerer?"

"Philippa ..." Tissaia de Veris turned her head to look at her apprentice, "Since the ancient Novigrad Alliance, the existence of the Conclave of Sorcerers has been to use laws to restrain and manage the mages of the Northern Kingdoms, to prevent the most powerful magical force in the world from going out of control..."

"He should be the most powerful and just force that can bridge contradictions, guide humanity, and maintain order."

"Because of its power, when it turns against humanity and disrupts order, it will inevitably cause the deepest disaster."

"When it develops to that point, the Conclave of Sorcerers itself will be severely damaged."

"Philippa, maintaining order is the responsibility of the Conclave of Sorcerers, and it is also our responsibility."

Philippa Ehrert looked into Tissaia de Veres' eyes, paused for a moment, and then nodded.

Tissaia de Veris nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Ailin: "Ailin, I will bear witness for you."

Vesemir and Dante both paused for a moment, then relaxed their tense hands.

They never expected that Ailin's unreliable suggestion would actually come true.

Tissaia de Veris, who stood at the pinnacle of Sorceress, actually abandoned the Conclave of Sorcerers and sided with them.

"Thank you, Ms. Tissaia," Ailin said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"It's not because of you, I'm just on the side of order," Tissaia de Veris shook her head and looked at the dazed Evans. "Revoke the sign. Let's find out who's behind him. I suppose you brought him here for that purpose as well."

Ailin nodded slightly and glanced at Vesemir.

Vesemir was about to wave his hand to dispel the sign.

"Wait!" Ianna suddenly spoke up, stopping him. "No rush. Since Ailin said it was a three-party witness, let's invite Duke Mason here before questioning him, so we don't have to torture him a second time."

Tissaia de Veres was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."

"Bang!"

Without Tissaia de Veres making any move, an orange portal silently appeared in the room.

"Philippa, go find Agatha and ask her to invite Duke Mason over."

"Yes, Dean." Philippa Ehrert walked toward the portal.

"Nannick, you come along too, and explain the situation clearly," Ianna patted Nannick's hand, then looked at Ailin, "Any other requests?"

"It would be best to invite another bard," Ailin without hesitation, stating his request directly.

"What a stubborn brat who won't take a loss. Grandmaster Soyer is really lucky," Ianna smiled upon hearing this, looking quite satisfied. She then said to Nannick, "Then ask Mason who the best bard in Arland is, and invite him over as well."

So many troubles are related to him, it's already a good thing that Chieftain Soyer didn't expel him from the School of the Wolf... Ailin thought to himself.

Of course, there were other people in the room, and Ailin just gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"Yes." Nannick glanced at Ailin, his eyes also filled with a smile.

Then, Philippa Ehrert, who was silent and seemingly lost in thought, and Nannick walked into the portal one after the other.

"Bang!"

The portal disappeared.

Perhaps because it involved the sordid secrets of the Conclave of Sorcerers, Tissaia de Veres, though she agreed to be a witness, was clearly not in a good mood.

Everyone else, including Ianna, waited silently for Duke Mason's arrival, except for Ailin. Remembering Tissaia de Veris's unspoken purpose, he seized the opportunity to ask:

"Ms. Tissaia, what can I do for you? We will do our best to help you if it's within our power."

Even if Tissaia de Veris truly chose to stand against the two major forces of the Conclave of Sorcerers for the sake of order, Ailin still owes her a real debt of gratitude.

Her statement of testimony meant that she would take the initiative to advocate for the School of the Wolf within the Conclave of Sorcerers, preventing the wizards of Ben Ade and the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate from distorting the truth.

Aretuza and Tissaia de Veres will certainly suffer real losses in terms of their interests.

Relationships can only last if there is give and take.

Upon hearing this, Tissaia de Veres glanced at Ianna beside her and said:

"You can still do this."

Noticing her gaze, Ianna frowned.

Tissaia de Veres did not immediately make her request. Instead, she paused for two seconds, gathered her thoughts, and then suddenly changed the subject:

"Do you know that I sent someone to Ard to inquire about the situation a few days ago?"

Before he finished speaking, Vesemir and Dante immediately perked up their ears.

"The story of Kedwen the kingdom?" Ailin asked, frowning.

"That's right," Tissaia de Veris nodded. "My men told me that on his first day in Vengerberg, he found the streets and alleys of Vengerberg buzzing with the good news that Ard was about to annex Kedwen."

"The prisoners of war were taken back to Vengerberg, and among the captured nobles were many from north of Ad Kalley..."

"Um..."

Tissaia de Veriston paused. "I'm not referring to those knights, or rather, not just knights..."

"Men, women, the old, and children, dressed in noble robes yet filled with fear, have arrived at Ard's Vengerberg in their cages, along with their wealth, their former wealth..."

"The war between Ard and Kedwen has clearly reached its final stage."

"Therefore, yes, Ailin..."

"Kedwen is not far from being destroyed and completely annexed by Ard."

The three witchers exchanged glances.

Having anticipated this, the fact that several witchers, including Dante, were not particularly affected when they heard the news of the Kedwen was surprising.

Perhaps compared to Evans's conspiracy, which is closely related to him, Kedwen's survival seems less important.

"So what does this have to do with us?" Vesemir asked.

Although the Northern Continent probably has little hope of Ard annexing Kedwen, they can't expect the School of the Wolf, with its less than one hundred Witchers, to turn the tide for Kedwen.

Moreover, the relationship between the school and Kedwen is currently at a freezing point.

"Don't rush, let me finish."

Tissaia de Veres smoothed the lace on her right sleeve and said slowly, "On the second day of my men's infiltration in Vengerberg, they obtained some more intelligence from certain channels."

"Although Vengerberg was basking in the joy of victory in the war, the king threw a tantrum a few days before his arrival."

"About what?" Ianna asked curiously, "Has Kedwen's forces launched a counterattack?"

"No," Tissaia de Veris shook her head. "My people haven't found out the specifics yet, but the information that's been circulating should have nothing to do with a counterattack or anything like that."

"It is said that on that day, Demavend II roared ' Wild Hunt! Wild Hunt!' and smashed many things in the palace..."

"I think Ard's army must have been attacked by the Wild Hunt and suffered heavy losses."

Ailin raised an eyebrow, recalling the Wild Hunt squad that emerged from the spiral.

"But this still has nothing to do with Ailin and the others," Ianna frowned. "To put it bluntly, the other kings of the Northern Continent, as well as the Conclave of Sorcerers, should be very happy to see Ard suffer a setback, right?"

"We certainly don't want this war to continue," Tissaia de Veris answered bluntly, "But what happens next is not what we want, or rather, not what most of the Conclave of Sorcerers."

"What kind of development?"

Tissaia de Veris glanced around and said softly, "My people have heard that Ban Ad and the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate have made new moves."

"They absorbed the remnants of Kedwen's army and nobles, seemingly wanting to establish a Sorcerer Kingdom."

"What?! The Sorcerer Kingdom?!" Ianna slammed her hand on the armrest, her expression changing drastically. "They dare to openly violate the Ancient Covenant of the Novigrad Alliance!"

The alliance of the Novigrad Alliance, the first supernatural organization of mankind, was essentially a non-interference treaty signed by the rulers of the Northern Continent, mages, Druid, and priests.

Its core principle is that extraordinary individuals who control magic should not seize worldly power.

Humans manage humans, mages manage mages, priests manage priests, Druid manage Druid...

Of course, due to the development of history, an absolute clear distinction does not exist.

For example, although the Conclave of Sorcerers is an organization that manages wizards, it inevitably requires many ordinary humans to handle worldly affairs and commerce.

Towns with the largest concentration of warlocks, such as Ban Ade, Riesberg, and Aretuza, are often entirely controlled by warlocks.

Missionaries cannot preach without the help of ordinary people.

Ordinary human nobles also try to spread their influence to Conclave of Sorcerers and other organizations.

These have all formed a tacit understanding, but establishing a Sorcerer Kingdom is an absolute taboo.

"Is the information reliable?" Ailin asked.

"I heard" is not an accurate word.

"There's no mistake!" Tissaia de Veres didn't mention the source of her confidence, but her tone was resolute.

The room remained silent for a long time.

It's not that I have no questions to ask, but rather that there are too many questions, and I don't know where to begin.

The first to be established as Sorcerer Kingdom was Ard, followed by Kaer Morhen, which was located in the territory of Kedwen.

How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed?

Moreover, it goes without saying that there is almost no other candidate besides Senne to be the ruler of the Sorcerer Kingdom.

"I wonder how much Ard lost in the Wild Hunt's attack. If the losses were heavy, the School of the Wolf will be in danger..." Ailin frowned, thinking to himself.

"But you still haven't said what you want to do?" Ianna pondered for a moment, then looked up at Tissaia de Veres.

The candlelight flickered and trembled in the darkness, and wax dripped onto the candlestick like a small waterfall.

"The Conclave of Sorcerers wants to commission the School of the Wolf..."

Tissaia de Verris took a deep breath and gazed into Ailin's deep blue Cat Eyes:

"I entrust you with the task of rescuing Henry Gedimidis."