The One Who Surpassed the Limit! The Grand Principle Merchant Guild!

Save Henri Gedimidis?

Ailin felt it was utterly absurd.

Leaving aside how dangerous it was to infiltrate Ban Ade, the conflict between the School of the Wolf and Ban Ade was known to everyone in the Northern Continent. The fact that they were willing to risk their lives and charge into battle for the sake of Ban Ade's dean was somewhat of a dark comedy.

Vesemir thought he had misheard and asked, "Ms. Tissaia, is the Henry Gedimidis you commissioned the same one we know?"

"That's right," Tissaia de Veris shook her head, "Hen Gedmiddis, the Dean of Ban Ade Academy, a member of the Brotherhood of Sorcerers Supreme Council, and a member of the Talent and Skill Association."

Vesemir fell silent. He exchanged a glance with Dante and said nothing more.

But silence itself is an attitude.

Of course, some people are not so silent.

"Tissaia de Veris, are you... insane?" Ianna frowned deeply, every line on her face filled with confusion. "How could the School of the Wolf possibly agree to your request? Even setting aside the hatred between the two, this violates the principle of neutrality."

Tissaia de Veres glanced at Evans and asked, "Is there really any room for neutrality left in the School of the Wolf?"

The crowd remained silent.

At this moment.

"Buzz~"

The School Emblem on the Witcher's chest hums.

With a loud "bang," an orange portal appeared in the reception room.

The fluctuations in space stirred up a restless wind, causing the candlelight to flicker violently.

"This matter is not urgent for now," Tissaia de Veres said. "We'll talk about it after we've dealt with the things at hand."

Ailin, Vesemir, and Dante turned around in surprise.

They had assumed this was a bargaining chip: if the School of the Wolf rescued Hen Gedimidis, Tissaia de Veris and Aretuza would speak up for them in the Northern Continent and the Conclave of Sorcerers.

Tissaia de Veris chuckled softly and winked at Ailin: "I told you, Aretuza is on the side of order."

Ailin didn't have time to answer.

Arthur, the Captain of Arland's Royal Guard Knights, wearing silver-white embroidered knight armor and with his hand on the longsword at his waist, stepped out of the portal.

He scanned the room warily, nodded to Ailin and the others, and then returned to the portal.

Then a large group of people emerged from the orange vortex of the portal.

Arthur, Sala, Mason, and two knights who should be from the Guard Knight of Arland, then Philippa, and a beautiful Sorceress in blue and white with jewels.

She wore a floor-length robe, and her golden hair was intricately styled into flower shapes; she must be Agatha, the Arland's Magical Advisor.

The portal disappeared only after a bard carrying a lute, wearing a pale purple lace blouse and a hat tilted at an angle, walked in behind Agatha, Nannick also walked out.

The entire meeting room was suddenly packed to capacity.

After the Duke Mason and Agatha greeted everyone in the drawing room and took their seats, the bard, dressed extravagantly like a brightly colored bird of paradise, gracefully stepped forward.

"O High Priest Ianna! Yevgeny Villard pays you his deepest respects," the bard proclaimed in an exaggerated aria, "O great Meritellie and her priestesses, the wellspring of virtue and wisdom—"

"Meritellie welcomes you too, Yevgeny. I've heard of you. You're the bard who sang ' The Death Knight from the North,' right? It's a fine piece. There are quite a few little ones in the temple who hum your tune all the time." Ianna smiled kindly.

"To receive praise from the most noble incarnation of the goddess on earth is my greatest honor, High Priest Ianna," Yevgeny Verade said excitedly. "However, it is not my song that is popular, but the protagonist of the song..."

He paused, then his gaze fell on Ailin beside Vesemir, and his eyes lit up instantly. "This must be Lord Ailin of Arland, the Witcher Knight bestowed by the wise Duke Mason!"

Ailin was somewhat uncomfortable by the bard's sudden, fervent enthusiasm. "Hello, Mr. Yevgeny, I am indeed Ailin."

The bard Yevgeny Villard took three steps closer and suddenly grasped Ailin's hand:

"I've wanted to meet the protagonist in my ballad for a long time, but I haven't had the chance yet."

"This is the first time I've encountered an update speed for ballads that can't keep up with the update speed for the protagonist's heroic deeds..."

"But please rest assured, a new song is already being composed, and I've already thought of a name for it: ' The Godslayer of Arland '..."

Yevgeny Villard also had a deep, rhythmic, and unique voice.

Praise poured in like it was free, in a variety of creative ways, making Ailin sound like an unparalleled genius.

The only downside is that it's too verbose and speaks extremely fast, leaving you no opportunity to interrupt or interject.

"Alright, Yevgeny," Sala rescued Ailin from the lavish praise. "His Grace the Duke, High Priest Ianna, and Lady Tissaia are all waiting. We can discuss this after this is over."

"I'm sorry, I was too excited, I was rude..." Yevgeny Villad paused for a moment, then bowed deeply to the group.

"It's alright," Ianna waved her hand with a smile, seemingly still a little reluctant to leave, "But let's get down to business first. I suppose you already know why we're here?"

"Of course!" Yevgeny Villad placed his right hand on his chest. "It is a great honor to witness this moment..."

Ianna looked at Mason.

"Hmph~" Duke Mason, sitting upright in his high-backed chair, glanced at the dazed Evans and snorted coldly, "The nobles of Riedania are getting worse with each generation, they even have designs on witchers."

He glanced at Tissaia de Veris, then nodded solemnly to Ailin: "Rest assured! You are a Witcher of the School of the Wolf, but you are also Ailin of Arland, my knight!"

"As long as it is a matter of justice, the lord should protect his vassals."

"Sir Ailin, I am glad that you still remember me, your lord, even in times of trouble."

Without waiting for Ailin's reply, the Old Duke looked at Tissaia de Veres and Ianna and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's begin!"

Tissaia de Veres and Ianna nodded simultaneously and sat up straight.

The atmosphere in the entire reception room immediately became solemn.

Ianna said softly, "Master Vesemir, please withdraw your hand seal."

Vesemir nodded and waved to cancel the Axii Sign.

Evans immediately snapped out of his mental daze.

He groggily opened his eyes, and the moment he saw Vesemir, Dante, and Ailin, his pupils contracted sharply. But instead of panicking, he frowned, scanned his surroundings, and then threatened, his voice trembling with fear:

"This isn't Drakkenberg, where are you taking me...?"

"The Temple of Melitele, isn't it obvious?" Ianna coldly pointed to the three statues of Meritellie on the wall.

"The Temple of Melitele?" Evans immediately sensed something was wrong, his face changing drastically as he exclaimed, "No temple can judge a Riedania noble! You know..."

"Who ordered you to assassinate us?" Dante glared angrily.

"What kind of assassination?"

Evans glanced at the elder in a simple priest's robe sitting on the high-backed chair, and the three exquisitely dressed women who appeared to be Sorceress beside him. His gaze then lingered for a second on the Temeria royal insignia on Duke Mason's family crest and on Arthur's silver knight's armor.

"Nobles..." Evan's eyes lit up, a strange hope rising in his heart, and then he righteously and sternly argued:

"It was clearly His Excellency Derek Vasques, the wizard of our Drakkenberg and Rissberg Civil Conglomerate, who risked his life to save one of your apprentices."

"And you actually used the excuse that your apprentice was seriously injured and in dire need of medical treatment to take advantage of our kindness and pry open the gates of Drakkenberg. You even dared to kill Derek Vasquez from Riesberg within the borders of Redania..."

"This is a provocation and contempt for the King of Redania. Is this how neutral you School of the Wolf are?"

"No!"

"This is no longer neutrality!"

"You came for those long-eared elves; you want to release them. You have betrayed humanity!"

Evans, his face contorted with rage, loudly accused, "My lords, I am the administrator of Drakkenberg, personally appointed by the King of Redania. I suspect that the School of the Wolf has colluded with the elves..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Dante angrily reached out to grab Evans, but was stopped by Ailin.

"Lies can't fool anyone here!" He shook his head at Dante.

It was at this very moment.

Nannick glared angrily and rebuked, "How dare you spout nonsense with the gods by your side!"

Evans shrank back and looked pleadingly at Duke Mason, who was also a nobleman and even a member of the royal family of Temeria.

Duke Mason met his gaze coldly, his expression as frosty as ice.

This caused Evans's initial, inexplicable expectations to plummet into despair.

Ianna also looked at Tissaia de Veres at that moment:

"Tissaia, hurry up. If you can't uncover the truth, even though Meritellie isn't the goddess of justice and punishment, she has still bestowed upon you the Divine Art to detect lies."

"I'm very curious, who is so evil as to dare to assassinate a demon hunter who drives out evil from humanity?"

Tissaia de Veres didn't seem to care about Ianna's rudeness; a dark purple light flickered in her pupils.

"No, I didn't, it's all these witchers framing me..." A frantic sense of crisis sent chills down Evans' spine. He avoided Tissaia de Veris's gaze, retreating repeatedly as if desperately trying to escape this place.

"Buzz!"

The three ferocious wolf head badges hummed rapidly.

Evans, who was retreating, suddenly stopped, his pupils flashing with the same eerie purple magical light as Tissaia de Veres.

"Speak," Tissaia de Veres gently patted the folds of her azure dress on her knees, "Did you plot to assassinate Master Dante of the School of the Wolf and his apprentice?"

Evans seemed to struggle almost imperceptibly for a moment. "It was me, it was me who conspired with Derek Vasquez and Young Huus. to issue a false commission in Monte Cavo and lure them into the Leshen's hunting grounds."

"You beast!" Sala clenched her fists, her eyebrows even standing on end in anger.

Tissaia de Veres glanced at him, then asked:

Why would you want to assassinate the School of the Wolf?

"In order to leave Drakkenberg."

Who can help you leave?

Evans opened his mouth indifferently, but no sound came out.

instead...

"Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~"

Suddenly, the three School Emblem sprang from the chests of Ailin, Vesemir, and Dante.

Almost at the instant the buzzing sound began...

"Ah--"

Evans ' face suddenly contorted violently, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The dark purple magical glow flickered erratically in his eyes.

"Careful!"

The three witchers' expressions changed drastically, and Arthur and Sala immediately stood in front of Duke Mason.

until...

"It's alright," Tissaia de Veres scoffed, "No one can pull any tricks on me..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The purplish light in Tissaia de Veres' pupils intensified.

Inside the drawing room, Hao Ran's Divine Power unleashed a terrifying storm, but this storm only enveloped Evans, without affecting Arthur, Sala, and Duke Mason, and even the candlelight on the walls remained unmoved.

Astounding control... Ailin's azure pupils suddenly contracted.

Such a powerful Divine Power was something that no one he had ever met before could match.

Wrong!

The Hen Gedimidis who appeared at Ben Ade Academy after the Apprentice Combat Tournament between the School of the Wolf and the School of the Cat was at least of that caliber.

But at that time, his perception and mysticism were too weak, and his knowledge was insufficient. Without a standard to measure it, he simply could not know just how strong Henry Gedmidis was.

But even without analysis, he could sense it at that moment...

Tissaia de Veres far surpassed Ronnie Dickinson, whose perception and mystical attributes had both reached their extremes.

Really!

All five members of the Talent and Skill Association are individuals who have surpassed the limits of sorcerers.

But how did they break through the limits?

Is it related to Weiye or Vessel of Great Deeds?

Thoughts surged through his mind, but fortunately, Ailin had used the Divine Wall to protect his thoughts before entering the reception room. Otherwise, the overflowing thoughts at this moment would have surprised him and been noticed by Tissaia de Veres.

"Click~"

A crisp, unusual sound came from Evans as if a glass container had shattered on the ground.

"Evans!"

Tissaia de Veris's voice was majestic and awe-inspiring, like the voice of a deity from the heavens. The dark purple magical light in her eyes gradually transformed into a brilliant golden-purple hue.

"Look me straight in the eyes, and then tell me!"

"Who made that promise to you! Who gave you permission to assassinate the School of the Wolf's witchers!"

"Tell me!"

Evans ' head twisted and lifted painfully, making a grating sound as his bones rubbed together.

The moment his gaze met Tissaia de Vires's golden-violet eyes.

Time seemed to stand still, and the noisy reception room suddenly fell silent.

Evans opened his mouth in bewilderment and said:

"The Ultimate Truth of All Things... The Grand Principle Merchant Guild will order me to kill all the Witchers!"