After leaving Auckes and the others, Lynn went to find George who was in a meditative state.
Lynn didn't want to disturb George, but George sensed the approaching footsteps and took the initiative to withdraw from the meditative state.
"Lynn."
"George, I need you to help me with something." Lynn said straight to the point.
George pulled out a chair and motioned for Lynn to sit down. "But it doesn't matter."
Lynn nodded. "If I remember correctly, the base camp of School of the Griffin is the Kaer Seren castle located in Poviss, right?"
"You are right, that is a castle on the coastline," George said with a gloomy expression, "But the castle has been buried due to the avalanche caused by the blizzard summoned by the warlock."
Kaer Seren Castle was originally a castle built by a warlock. It stands on the cliff of the Poviss coastline, backed by the Dragon Mountains, and has an extremely excellent geographical location.
From a mortal perspective, this is definitely a fortress that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
If the castle is attacked from land, there is only one bridge to reach it. Even if the defenders do not blow up the bridge, it will be difficult for the attacker to capture the castle with only one bridge.
But magic is different.
The warlock was jealous of the vast treasure trove of knowledge in Kaer Seren Castle, so he summoned an avalanche, burying this priceless castle and almost all the witchers in it.
"But if I remember correctly, there is still an old demon hunter who has been guarding the ruined castle and has not left?"
"You mean mentor Keldar?"
Keldar is Vesemir of School of the Griffin.
Even the founder of School of the Griffin, Erland of Larvik, returned to School of the Griffin's home and saw the tragedy in the castle. He left in despair and has been missing since then.
But Keldar has always stayed in the Kaer Seren castle, and also taught the younger generations like Coën and George.
For such a respected senior, even if it is not from any utilitarian point of view, just to provide for him in old age, he should be invited to Kaer Morhen.
Under the dim sunlight, Foltest was walking on a strange and silent street.
The shops on both sides of this street are all closed, and there is no end in sight either in front or behind the street.
Foltest I am very sure, Vizima There is absolutely no street like this in the city.
What he couldn't figure out was why he was here?
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't imagine what he was doing before.
Foltest, who rarely walks, felt extremely tired after walking for an unknown amount of time.
He ignored the dust on the ground and sat directly on the ground.
As he lowered his head to rest, he suddenly noticed that the sunlight that illuminated his shadow was very strange, showing an abnormal yellowish color.
He raised his head subconsciously.
Then I was shocked to see that the thing hanging in the sky, emitting light, was not the sun, but a huge octopus.
When he saw the octopus, the octopus was also staring at him.
A strange murmuring sound suddenly sounded in his brain.
That is not something that normally exists in this world, nor is it something that humans should see.
Even if the thing's body is not here, even if it is just a projection, even if it is just looking at it, it will...
Foltest Suddenly I felt a pain in my chest.
He looked down subconsciously.
But he saw the sharp spike on the front of the amulet hanging around his neck inserted into his heart.
The bright red blood flowed out from the wound, instantly dyeing the gorgeous brocade clothes on the chest red.
Foltest was startled, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.
Sunlight filtered in through the window of the king's bedroom, and fine dust danced in the bright sunlight.
After taking a comfortable hot bath, having his servants change his clothes, and having breakfast, Foltest met his loyal Prime Minister in the study.
The throne room is the place where orders are announced and foreign envoys are received. When it is necessary to discuss domestic and foreign affairs with his cronies - especially when other nobles are mentioned, the king needs a more private place.
Such as the king's study.
The Prime Minister is a middle-aged man with a big belly and a sparse head. However, he is able to sit in the position closest to the king not because of his appearance, but because of his ability.
The Prime Minister took out the information he had collected and compiled during this period, and reported to Foltest the situation about Velen province seriously.
Based on multiple sources of information, he came to the following conclusions:
He believed that Baron Velerad, the lord in charge of the Velen province, was extremely derelict in his duties. He only let the soldiers be responsible for maintaining the security and order of Crow's Perch where he lived and the Goth Velen, which had the best, most developed and most prosperous economy in the province, while other places were simply left to fend for themselves.
This situation is extremely obvious in the southern part of Velen.
Even the baron's tax collector often gets lost in the countryside south of Velen, never to return, and most of his spies also fail to come back.
Even the survivors became crazy.
The Prime Minister spent a lot of effort to sort out some useful information from the survivors' crazy words:
I heard that in the countryside of Velen, people no longer worship gods and no longer fear the majesty of the king. They will regularly hold blasphemous rituals and are willing to become slaves of evil.
Therefore, the former Prime Minister worriedly made suggestions to Foltest, hoping that His Majesty the King could send an iron-fisted nobleman to rule Velen and clean up unhealthy trends.
Otherwise, if the situation is allowed to continue to deteriorate, other places in Velen province except Goos·Velen may become poisonous swamps filled with evil spirits, and the consequences will be disastrous.
As a result, after the Prime Minister said these heartfelt words with a heavy heart, he thought it was enough to make Foltest realize the seriousness of the problem.
However, when he raised his head, what he saw was Foltest's absent-minded expression.
"Your Majesty?"
"I'm listening," Foltest seemed to have been awakened just now, "Prime Minister, what you said is very good, I will remember it."
The Prime Minister sighed.
He looked at this man who had inherited the throne in his youth, and could be said to be the master he had watched grow up. Although he knew that the current opponent was no longer the young king whose hands were shaking even when stamping his seal, he still couldn't help but admonish:
"Your Majesty, although you have inherited the throne for several years, I still implore you to be careful when handling state affairs, because once the king makes a mistake, the people will suffer."
Foltest heard this and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands. He closed his eyes desperately and opened them again. After repeating this several times, he felt that his energy was better than before.
He nodded. "I understand, Prime Minister, we..."
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"Your Majesty, Ms. Keira and Ms. Triss have arrived."