Just like that, Ciri got into the supercar Harry had created, and the two of them drove toward Night City.
There was nothing much to see in the desert, and the temperature was scorching. However, the temperature inside the car was perfectly comfortable, and Ciri did not sweat at all.
Because of that, she suspected there was some kind of magic circle inside the car that controlled the temperature.
There were also sparse roads in the wilderness, half-buried beneath yellow sand. With Harry driving and magic supplying the power, the vehicle moved extremely fast, and they approached Night City in less than half an hour.
They stopped at a checkpoint. Several drones quickly scanned them, while several fully armed soldiers approached and questioned them.
"Where did you come from? Where are you going? What is your purpose? Please present your citizen IDs!"
Naturally, neither of them had citizen IDs from this world. Just as Harry was about to act, he suddenly noticed Ciri snap her fingers. The soldiers conducting the inspection immediately fell into a daze, then nodded and left.
Harry asked curiously, "Is that a power from your world? Something that can confuse the mind?"
Ciri nodded, lifting her chin proudly.
"These are Signs, the signature power of Witchers. They allow Witchers who cannot cast spells normally to wield magic!"
Harry nodded. The Analysis Runes in his eyes rapidly analyzed it before he said, "Mm, it is a rather clever construction, but it can still be improved."
Ciri's expression froze. She was indeed proud of possessing a Witcher's powers, but she had forgotten that the man before her was an unbelievably powerful expert.
Perhaps to him, the system of Signs perfected over thousands of years by sorceresses and Witchers was merely a novel but crude toy!
However, upon learning