"In order to avoid the increasing magic power in this little Dharma source's body losing control and threatening the children around me, I will stay and guide her..." Yen Naifa finally expressed her purpose, "until she masters the simplest magic control method."

"Ms. Yennefa, can I release my magic at that time and fly like Golfing?" Cialis's eyes suddenly shining.

"It can't fly, it can only float in the air."

"A qualified sorcerer requires at least a few decades of training. In a short period of time, you can only use the first magic tricks at most, and you have to train hard. But if you persist, you will definitely grow into a talented sorcerer." Yennefa paused, and a hint of awe flashed in his eyes, "just like Wigofortz."

"I promise!" Xiri was overjoyed. In her naive imagination, magic and swordsmanship were both interesting games.

Geralt looked at the glorious sorcerer, "Then in addition to cultural and physical education classes, arrange a magic class for Xili, but will it affect your business."

"So what if it affects it? Do you want to compensate me?" Yennafa looked at the white-haired man in autumn, with the lipstick on his lips flashing with seductive luster, as if he was making a silent invitation.

Geralt turned his head slightly.

"My only business is to educate Xiri now! If you don't mind, what if I teach her the first lesson?" Yennaif's eyes swept over the faces of the two demon hunters, and held the girl's little hands tightly, "Wait until the dinner table, I will introduce me to other members of the witcher Brotherhood and the children."

...

"Hu..." At the bottom of the Jiujiu Lake, Roy, who had finished surveillance, took his attention back from Golfen and walked down the bluestone stairs into the brightly lit laboratory.

Wearing a black dress, the plump warlock was at the enchantment table, colorful chaotic energy crackled at her fingertips, and bright runes enveloped a pair of smooth and flawless armor in the center of the enchantment table.

It was the plate armor that Erende Grayman created for him using the Sky Furnace with an additional forty percent flame resistance.

"It's coming!" Rita Need noticed the movement behind him and hooked his hand, "Try your new armor!"

"I have transformed the enchantment on the plate armor chest guard from flame resistance to the 'flame halo. After it is activated, your body will be covered by a layer of magical aura, creating an invisible flame shield that will continue to damage any targets that are close to you, except yourself."

"When it is idle, it will automatically absorb the chaotic energy in the air, and last for up to half an hour after being filled with energy."

"It's already quite amazing, coral." Roy took off his thin leather armor and Rita Need carefully helped him tidy up his collar.

"By the way, Ms. Evelyn of the Botanical Garden has initially transplanted thirty herbs from the Sky Province, but the medicinal use still needs to be cultivated for one or two years." Coral cleaned his cuffs and collars, while using a gentle and magnetic voice to convey the recent situation of the Brotherhood.

“Resor and Kaian have used the herbs you brought from Skyrim to improve the first potion Thunder, which has increased the effect by twenty percent.”

"Master Visemir has studied the forging technology of this Sky Furnace armor for most of the time, but unfortunately our current technology cannot be copied, let alone the dragon scales and keel bones you brought back. We urgently need a forging master now."

Roy thought it was time to find Berenkare.

Coral noticed his face and saw through his thoughts at a glance, "When you and Geralt searched for Cialis, Visemir had already gone to Vigima to find Berengail in person. Unfortunately, this abandoned wolf sect is still traveling outside and probably won't be able to come back within a year or two."

Roy rubbed his chin and racked his brains to recall the possible weapons and armor-casting masters. Because it was too early, the famous elves of Nog City, Hartoly, and the female blacksmith of Willen, Yuna, were now unknown. The only place he could think of with armor-casting masters was the Skelliger Islands.

On the island of Udvik, there is a Todaloqu family with the best blacksmiths and forging furnaces.

Just in time, he was going to Skelij to investigate the Master Ortolan to obtain information about Idaran and solve it together.

He told Coral directly about the plan.

"Ms. Weisenna sent a message not long ago that the ring of the Majena Druids and the ring of the Druids near Soden are suspected to have traces left by the red light of the rainbow, but unfortunately the initiator is still missing."

Roy nodded, and the red light that purified sin did not threaten them, but it was not an urgent task.

"I forgot to tell you that Yen Naifa has arrived at Gaowen's house. You can go and communicate with her if you have time."

"Oh, the black-haired woman from Van Gerburg..." Rita Need's eyes flashed with strange brilliance.

"Are you familiar with her?"

"On ordinary relationship, her temper and personality are quite proud and difficult to approach." Rita Nied gently stroked Roy's cheek with the cold fingers of her left hand. "I heard that it was related to her initial transformation. The degree of transformation was too deep, which affected her personality."

"I, Tris, and then Yennefa..." The sorcerer had a slight scrutiny in his tone, and his blue eyes stared at the witch hunter. "What do you think? Pull all the related sorcerers into the witch hunter Brotherhood?"

"Don't get me wrong!" Roy quickly shook his head and explained, "I can't get entangled between Yennefa and Geralt... I'm just... well, to help them!"

Coral reluctantly accepted the explanation.

"Speaking of the battle of Soden is over, can I go back to the Warlock Brotherhood and Aritusa?"

Roy was caught off guard and was surprised, "What are you doing when you go back?"

Suddenly hearing that she was about to leave, the witch hunter felt a little uneasy.

"I didn't sell myself to the Brotherhood. The witch hunter also has the right to enjoy hot water and fine wine in addition to entrusting it. Can't the wizard take a break to celebrate the successful experiment?"

Roy was speechless.

"Don't worry, I'll come back when I go to meet a few old friends, they're all women!" Coral leaned his head on his shoulder.

Roy's eyes swept across her soft and delicate cheeks, "Don't get involved in the power disputes within the warlock organization, and don't get yourself into the whirlpool of politics."

"Fare far from your stubborn Principal Tishaya, Philippa Ehart, and all members of the Wizarding Society, especially Wigofortz, Valley Daisy!"

"Daise Valley, are you referring to Ms. Franciska?"

"Yes, her identity is less simple than her beauty, so it's better to stay away from it."

Calculate the time, the squirrel party is about to appear.
Chapter completed!