Soak the stove under the dim firelight.

Two figures sat by the windowsill.

The scorching breath, and the rich aroma of roses, flooded the witch hunter.

"Well... Coral, although it's reckless to say that... If you want to escape the Soden battle, you have to give up your current job and leave Kellac."

"When you no longer have the title of royal adviser, the king of this country, Vilaxus, has no reason to ask a woman to stand in front of a man and throw her blood."

Rita Need rubbed his eyebrows,

"I have worked in Kellak for more than ten years, mainly for advice from the dead old king Beloheng, to have the current status. After all, I have developed a little affection for this country."

She shook her head, and her wildfire-like red hair gently patted the witch hunter's cheek, "I just gave up my years of business efforts and left it all? I'm a little reluctant."

Her expression was strange, as if she was narrating an inevitable regret, and sighing for a decision she had made.

"If I persuade the king and don't interfere in the battle of Soceng, will there be any changes?"

The sorcerer proposed another possibility, "Kelak and Soden and Temolia were separated by a long distance. If the Southern Empire wanted to invade and occupy such an ant-like small country, they had to first pass the Brockleon Forest that surrounded Kerak east and south."

"The primeval forest is the territory of the tree spirit. Queen Aisna will lead his sharpshooters to teach the southern invaders a painful lesson."

Coral pondered, "Kelak is a small country and its geographical location is not a place for military strategists. I think Nifgaard is unlikely to do such a thankless thing."

Roy had to admit the other party's analysis.

In fact, the pace of invasion from the south and the north did not have much impact on Kelak.

Their troops sent troops to assist the Battle of Sodeng were also under pressure from major northern powers such as Temolia.

If the King of Kerak was so scheming, he could have been like a fish in water between Niphgad and Temolia.

But if you don't leave Kerrack, what should you do if the Witch Hunter Brotherhood?

"Coral, have you ever thought that even if you put Kelak out of the matter, as long as you continue to serve as an important position such as a country adviser, the Warlock Brotherhood will easily contact you."

"Can you object to the call of the Warlock Brotherhood? If I remember correctly, you are also the one with the title in the Brotherhood?"

By then, the Wigofotz Society of Logevin will lead the members of the Warlock Brotherhood, and the magic consultant of the Northern Kingdoms, a total of twenty-two Warlocks will face the army and casters of the South on Sodden.

Even if Coral can convince King Kellac to change his orders and not interfere with Soceng's battle, it will be difficult for Coral to escape the call of the Warlock Brotherhood.

The sorcerer quickly understood what he meant, "Leave Kelak, and find a place to hide, hide for three or five years until the Battle of Soden ends?"

"For a long-lived spellcaster, a closed experiment that lasts for two years is not rare." Roy looked at her flickering eyes and made a suggestion, "I missed the magical message during my retreat, and I will never be regarded as betrayal by the warlock!"

"It would be fine to leave Kellak. But my status and reputation in the Warlock Brotherhood will inevitably slide toward freezing point...just to escape an uncertain war?"

Rita Need breathed, his eyes spreading like water waves across the witch hunter's face, soaking his heart, and seeing him through, seeing the truth and the falsehood clearly.

Of course, the result is no different from the previous many attempts.

Roy's immunity mind reading technique, his face was calm, and his dark golden pupils were flashing with sincerity.

"Little bad guy, are you reading my heart?" She walked into the dim laboratory and slowly paced around the table. She could only further confirm, "How many warlocks in the north are involved in this war?"

“Twenty-two.”

"How many victims?"

"Add you, there are fourteen...thirteen..." Roy corrected, "One of them was only seriously injured, but was still wrongly counted by the officials in the victims."

The lady pouted her coral red lips.

This guy didn't think about answering questions, as if he was telling the history that had happened, and he was miraculously immune to mind reading, making her unable to determine the truth or false... If all this is making up stories, it would be too terrifying.

Should you believe him?

The witch hunter saw the embarrassment on the sorcerer's face and said self-deprecatingly, "I originally considered not to be so cowardly and always persuade people to escape. We should be more proactive and try to turn the situation around."

"Through other relations, contact the kings of the north, such as Sintra's queen Karanser... to tell them about the cruel destiny of the country... and try to change their destiny."

"But I am just a humble witch hunter. Even if I go through a lot of hardships and hold the thighs of those respected kings, I may be regarded as a madman and idiot with lies, and cut off my legs and drive them out... The remaining 10% may be that my prophecy will be treated as a curse, and I will be tied to the stake!"

The sorcerer lowered his head.

Even if the royal advisor she served as, she would say such shocking words to the king she cooperated with was unconvincing, let alone the witch hunter.

"The Brotherhood of the Warriors is started, and we do not have the ability to influence a war between the country..." Roy stepped forward, boldly pulling the coral's cold slender hands, wrapping it in his palms with both hands,

"So, I can only change the people around me, those who trust me, and I can only save the people I care about... Coral, leave Kelak with me!"

The two of them met in the air, and the sorcerer's face was very complicated in an instant.

She looked at him, her eyes penetrated the distance between them and the abyss of time and space.

After half a minute, Rita Need turned his face and suddenly laughed.

"Little bad guy, are you confessing to me?"

The witch hunter's lips moved.

Instead, she immediately changed the subject, "It's not difficult for you to let me leave Kerrack. But where should I hide? Don't let the Warlock Brotherhood contact?"

She stepped on her leather high heels and circled around the witcher, gracefully like a cat.

The nails coated with purple oil slid gently across his chest and back.

The witch hunter shivered with itch.

The sorcerer continues,

"I don't want to fall into a country herbal doctor, and be neighbors with snakes, insects, rats and ants... but where is there any place that is easy to work and richly paid than a royal consultant..."

"Not talking about how much salary increases, at least it can't be reduced too much, right? Otherwise, I will not be able to maintain my current decent life."

"At that time, I can no longer buy the latest and most fashionable clothes as I wish, which is a nightmare for a woman."

You have enough clothes, but you wear too little.

Roy said something in his heart, gently tugging her on the arm, stopping her dizzy circles.

"As I said, Coral, go to Gary, Noc. The Brotherhood of the Witcher has been established, and my eight brothers and I are determined to grow! We lack manpower, especially the casters."

"You can work with us to study and improve the mutation formula of the Green Grass Trial and become the resident mage of the Brotherhood of the Witcher."

"If I remember correctly, these projects are exactly what you are interested in!"

The sorcerer thought for a while after hearing this, "The Brotherhood of the Witch Hunter, the Brotherhood of the Reference? Do you want to unite and develop the witch hunter power?"

"That's right..." Roy held her hand vigorously, with a strong voice, "Coric, you know the situation of the witch hunter. I don't want to bear the false infamous reputation and bear the spit of those idiots at the last moment of my life!"

"So we went to Kelmohan, and won over the wolf sects and joined forces with the cat sects to establish the witch hunter brotherhood to develop our own strength. Sooner or later, we will use our strength to shut up those bastards! Of course, it is also to continue the group of witch hunters!"

"You should also know that the high mortality rate of the Grass Trial is an insurmountable barrier..." Roy stared at his bright eyes and said sincerely, "We urgently need the help of a spellcaster, a warlock worthy of absolute trust."

I have to say that the feeling of being trusted is very heartwarming.

Rita Need's mouth curled slightly and his mood became quietly happy.

"And we won't let you put your efforts and sweat in vain..." Roy paused. It seemed a bit unsightly to ask for compensation at this time, but if not, why should he win over a spellcaster? "The reward will definitely satisfy you... How about one thousand kroner a month?"

The current income can also support this expenditure.

Rita Need approached him again.

"Satisfied me? Little bad guy, you should know that women are often very greedy... their appetite is like a bottomless pit."

The tall and plump warlock has a slightly higher vision than the witch hunter.

The witch hunter's eyes were attracted by her petal-like soft lips and pointed chin.

"I swear by...uh...Roy's name! Do you believe me?"

Hearing the sound, his blue eyes looked up and down at the witch hunter's slender figure, as if he had known him again.

"Little bad guy, to be honest, the stubborn and conservative witch hunters you and I have come into contact with are different...you are full of action."

"But this is the main purpose of your night visit tonight, to win me over to cooperate with the Brotherhood of the Witcher."

"You agree, of course everyone will be happy. It doesn't matter if you don't want to," Roy shook his head, Xu Su's words were sincere and firm, "But tens of thousands, don't go to Sudeng Mountain, I won't watch you die in vain!"

...

The sorcerer was touched by his sincere gaze, took a deep breath, and suddenly turned around.

"I have to think about it."

Thoughts are surging like a tide.

Leaving Kerrak was already within the plan, but if he left the Warlock Brotherhood, he would be cut off from contact.

Isn’t that equivalent to completely tied yourself to the carriage of the Witch Hunter Brotherhood?

Has he known his current situation long ago?

"Tell me, little bad guy, what did you hear?"

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

"About Kerak's King Villaxus, he enacted a series of new policies after he ascended the throne."

Roy shook his head, "I know very little about this king."
To be continued...