"Your Majesty, it is my honor for you to visit Maribor City."
"Hmm."
Foltest nodded and said some words with a pale face.
Before setting off, he underwent another purification ceremony. Although the sorceress said that in two or three more times, the Mark of the Deep Sea in his body could be completely removed, but this purification ceremony really cost him his life.
He always had an inexplicable feeling, as if this purification ceremony would destroy him and Mark of the Deep Sea together.
When he was still a prince, he once paid a private visit incognito and heard a joke told by a bard in the tavern of Vizima City:
If a village is infected with an extremely terrifying plague, ordinary people will fall ill as long as they are exposed to it for a short time, and there is basically no cure. Even warlocks can't do anything with magic.
So what should we do at this time?
There are various answers below.
The bard smiled and said the best plan: just kill all the infected villagers with fire and sword, and then burn the entire village to the ground.
When all the patients die and the plague loses its carrier, the spread of the virus can naturally be curbed.
Foltest I don't know why I suddenly remembered this.
Maybe my physical condition is really bad, so much so that my mind has started to have uncontrollable thoughts.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"
Foltest came back to his senses and saw his cousin, Prince Maribor Hereward, looking at him with concern.
"Your Majesty, I have prepared a grand banquet in the city, hoping to wash away the fatigue of your journey."
Foltest really can't muster up the energy to deal with those nobles, rich men and bureaucrats of Maribor City.
"That's not necessary. Prepare a room for me to rest and bring food over."
"Yes."
Hereward personally escorted Foltest to his manor in the city. When he learned that the king was coming to Maribor City, he had already ordered people to tidy up the manor where he usually lived.
Then, he personally went to the kitchen to supervise the chef.
It wasn't until the king finished his meal and rested that he left the manor and came to a small building not far from the manor.
Hereward took out the key and opened a locked door in the small building.
There was no furniture in this locked room. Hereward closed the door and locked it from the inside.
He walked to the center of the room and looked around, as if trying to identify something.
Then, he used the sword as a crutch and knocked on the ground less than half a meter away from him.
The next moment, only a slight friction sound was heard, and a one-square-meter wooden board in front of him slid aside on its own, revealing a wooden ladder leading downwards.
A cold, salty wind came from below the wooden ladder.
Hereward Climb down the wooden ladder and arrive at the end of the wooden ladder. There is a stone path extending slowly downward. The space of this stone path is very strange, as if it is not for a normal human being to pass, but for a creature much shorter than a human being to pass through.
Hereward was holding a torch and walking on this stone path with a hunched back.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, but finally, his eyes suddenly became bright.
At this time, he was standing in an extremely wide cave. Except for the shore where he was standing, everything in this cave was an extremely wide black lake.
There was an indescribably thick darkness floating on the lake, and even the torch in Hereward's hand was as weak as a flame at this moment.
Suddenly, the huge black lake rippled, and circles of ripples spread in all directions.
A tentacle stretched out from under the lake.
But after Hereward saw this tentacle, it was like seeing a god, and he knelt down with piety on his face.
"My lord."
A murmur sounded in his head, "Sfghsdkg..."
"But, my lord, Foltest did not come alone. There are two witches beside him. If he continues to perform the blasphemous ritual, he may be noticed by those two witches, which will affect your plan."
"Ikqeurznmcxv..."
"I understand, my lord, I am willing to sacrifice everything for you, including my life."
Foltest is once again walking on a street with no end in sight.
Only this time, the street took on an extremely bizarre feel.
The buildings on both sides of the street looked moldy and rotten, as if they had been soaked in water. Even though there was no river in sight, the walls of the buildings were covered with barnacles, seaweed, and aquatic plants.
The amulet hanging around his neck suddenly became extremely hot like a red-hot iron, and Foltest woke up immediately.
He sat on the soft big bed, breathing heavily, looking out the window at the still dark night, but he was no longer sleepy.
When the sky was dim and light, I couldn't wait to ask the guards to call the two sorceresses.
When Triss and Keira arrived at Foltest's room, the king asked the guards to go out and close the door.
Then he turned up his brocade clothes.
When the two sorceresses saw it clearly, their faces were filled with shock.
Because on the king's belly, large areas of dark purple lines appeared like octopus tentacles.
Triss was puzzled.
Dagon Although he is an evil god, his power will be greatly weakened if he is far away from lakes and oceans.
Otherwise, humans, dwarves, and elves would have long been slaves of Dagon, and the world would have become an amusement park in the deep sea.
She really couldn't figure out what was going on.
Keira frowned. "Triss, even so, don't you still suggest that Your Majesty go to the Aretuza Academy to take refuge? If that doesn't work, at least let Margarita Laux-Antille come to Maribor City."
But at this moment, Triss thought of another candidate.
A handsome young man with black hair appeared in her mind.
If it were him, maybe he could make the impossible possible...
Rustwater Cartel is one of the most famous multinational trading companies among Kovir and Poviss.
All overseas businesses of Kovir and Poviss are handled by this multinational trading company.
Although it belongs to Kovir and Poviss, the headquarters of this trading company is not in the country, but is located in the free city Novigrad.
On this day, outside the Rustwater Cartel headquarters building, a demon hunter with black hair came.
"Please wait a moment, sir," the guards outside the headquarters building stopped Lynn, "Please tell us your identity and the purpose of your visit."
"Witcher Lynn, I hope to negotiate a cooperation with the person Rustwater Cartel who can speak with the most weight."
"A witcher, right?"
The guards were able to confirm his identity from Lynn's undisguised cat eyes, the two swords on his back, and the demon hunter badge worn on his chest.