Compared to a few years ago, there have been considerable changes in the princess of Termolia. Under the white priest's robe, the delicate and delicate body has a bit more mature charm, which has pushed the embroidered robe high and bulged up.

The hair that was casually draped on both shoulders once was tied into a bundle and slid down against the back.

Narrow and sharp eyes, high nose bridge, clear angular lips, softer lines and full of affinity.

Although she does not use makeup, her appearance is no less than that of the sorcerers, but instead exudes another kind of charm.

"Good evening, Roy's 'Master'." Yada smiled and stretched out her right hand to the witch hunter, with joy flashing in her eyes. Roy bowed and kissed the back of the raised hand of the other party.

"Your Highness Yada, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your style is better than the past."

He was already numb, and this meeting was very different from memory.

Linus Pitt and His Highness, both the former should not have appeared.

Yada looked at his female companion,

"Who is this beautiful lady?"

Roy moved his lips, and Coral hooked his arm without waiting for him to finish speaking, and tidied his collar, like a gentle and caring wife, but quietly thrust his chest.

"You two look really compatible."

Yada's expression froze slightly, and the spirit in her eyes suddenly dimmed. She picked up a glass of absinthe at the dining table and took a sip.

"I almost forgot, I'll introduce you to an acquaintance."

She turned around and waved, and another gray casual dress, with a tall and pine figure, and a blond man crossed the crowd and greeted him with surprise.

"Haha, Luo Yi...Master Dare!"

The mouthful of food squeezed the man's cheeks like squirrels, emitting a smell of fresh salmon, Roy hesitated to reach out to hold his dirty hand stained with mustard,

"Grim Sigood, why are you here?"

"Did you forget it? You suggested that I go to Vigima to join His Highness Yada!" Grim swallowed the fish whole, patted his chest and said with a smooth look, "I am now being tested by the lady in the lake to protect the high priest of the Virtue Church under her command!"

"Swear in the reputation of a knight, when I pass all the trials, I will invite you to the Vigima Champion and never return without getting drunk!"

"Your Excellency is so courageous, then I'm waiting for the grand ceremony!"

Roy exchanged a few more greetings with Grim, who was always swearing, and looked at Yada, "Your Highness is here this time."

The princess actually pouted her shiny lips playfully,

"You haven't returned to Vigima for several years. I will take you, the irresponsible Knight on your behalf, on behalf of the lady in the lake!"

Roy's expression froze

Seeing this, Yada covered her red lips and smiled happily, and said with a show of flaunting,

"Seriously speaking, in the Vigima Lake District, our Virtue Church has exceeded the eternal fire. Ms. Vivian is now busy protecting believers, responding to their prayers, and showing miracles, so she has no time to see you."

"The reason I came here is not an outsider," Yada led the three of them to the remote corner of the banquet hall, carefully outlining the five fingers. The magic power given to her by the lady in the lake instantly blocked the outside world's voice.

"Royal adviser Keira Metz revealed the conference's 'hidden show' to me... the culprit of the assassination of my father, and the traitor among the Royal adviser of Temolia is in the Palace of Aritusa. I want to cooperate with allies from the north to capture her."

Yada paused, and a terrifying light burst out from her narrow eyes.

"Just now, there are a group of white rose knights hidden in the Aritusa Palace. Just waiting for the dead of night, Keira and Philiba send a signal and then take action immediately!"

Roy unbuttoned the button on the top of his shirt in a sultry manner. Temeria's army also came to this muddy water, but unfortunately it was useless.

"Roy, I know you are very skilled, but this situation is not something you have mixed in," Yada thought the witch hunter was shocked by this fact, and said with concern, "After a while, the people will go back to the dormitory and stay honestly. The sun will rise and come out tomorrow. At that time, the great cleaning is almost over and everything will be settled."

Roy was also wondering whether to reveal to her that hundreds of her allies were rushing to her. A short and slim sorcerer with a green thin sha top and a bright straw-colored straight hair greeted her.

"Keira is here," Yada waved openly, "I have to say hello to her, see you, two."

She raised absinthe toward the witcher again, and drank it all, her pale cheeks were red.

She cleanly wiped away the wine stains at the corner of her mouth.

"Take care, Roy, you must go back to Vigima when you have time."

As the white hair floats, the fragrance hides into the crowd.

...

"You have had a relationship with Princess Yada before?" Coral smiled gently, observing the man's expression,

"How is that possible? I just helped her to remove the curse of the vampire bird." Roy shook his head, suppressed the strange thing in his heart and emphasized, "We are just ordinary friends."

"The life of this Highness Yada is probably not as glamorous as it appears." Coral smiled and said meaningfully, "There are rumors that Fultest's mistress gave birth to a son for him not long ago. If the illegitimate son was allowed to inherit the throne in the future, where would Yada go?"

"Marry with princes in other countries?"

Roy was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said with a firm tone.

"Yarda is now the high priest of the Virtue Church, a real 'strong woman' who is blessed by the ladies in the lake, and the king cannot force her."

Yes, history has changed, and this miserable girl never has to marry the little bald prince of Redania, the sarcastic hearted Radovid V.

...

A small commotion suddenly appeared in the hall.

Everyone's attention was attracted.

"The senior management of the Wizard Society has arrived." Coral restrained her smile.

The warlocks naturally made the way and bowed to those who came down from the uppermost Gaston Palace.

Walking ahead is a middle-aged man dressed simply and full of energy.

"Eller's Gerhardt, also known as Hen Gerdymites, is the oldest known person in the association, and is now over 500 years old." Coral explained to the ear of the demon hunter, "his teacher was Joffley Monk, the most powerful human wizard in history who put Di in the seal bottle."

Roy's spirit was shocked, and a series of data flashed through his silver-gray pupils.

This old guy has a deep mana and masters hundreds of spells, including several unheard of forbidden spells, which is not inferior to Wigofortz.

But he does not have the good skills of Weigo inherited from the Druid. He suffers from various diseases such as heart disease, and his health is very worrying.

"But don't worry, this elder will never betray the North."

A woman with black hair and tall figure walked beside him.

"Tishaya, Principal Aritusa."

"It was she who proposed that cruel iron rule. All students of Aritusa must have magical ligation, right?" Roy asked,

"Well, but she is a neutral and a pure magician," Coral said slightly admiringly, "and will never help the South."

Roy nodded. In his memory, the principal released the traitor locked in anti-magic shackles in the Sinnied Island Conference on the principle of neutrality, which led to the two factions with completely opposite political positions killing each other, and the Northern Association was destroyed.

Afterwards, out of despair and self-blame, Tishaya chose to break herself.

But Roy clenched his fists quietly, and this time, her fate would be rewritten.

Behind the two, a short, ugly, sly-eyed middle-aged man, Alto Tranova, one of the members of the Wizarding Society.

Roy remembers that he was one of the traitors.

A beauty like orchid in the valley walked into the hall at the end.

Dark golden hair and gray-green dress rustled gently with their feet.

The elf-like blush shines under the light.

Unlike this lively hall, her clear big eyes are unusually calm, reminiscent of the newborn deer and the breeze-bree forest.

...

Francisca saw the young witch hunter in the crowd at a glance.

Out of Roy's expectations.

This time, the elf lady did not escape. Instead, in the ambiguous look of Alto Tranova and Philipba's scrutiny, she took the initiative to lean towards Roy, and glanced at him with her mysterious blue eyes, her voice was as cold as if she was talking to herself to the air.

"Don't bring anyone else."

She walked straight to the remote and uninhabited corridor north of the hall.

Roy gave Coral a look of action as planned and followed alone.

...

"Enid an Gleanna, leader of the Squirrel Party, Queen Ein Shedi, who endured humiliation, finally met." The witch hunter stared calmly at the delicate and pure face five meters away under the dim light, with a suffocating nose, moist red lips, and distorted eyes. It was a miracle of the Creator. "Do you know, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Dh'oine (human), Roy of the Viper School, put away the hypocritical politeness, let's save time and get to the point." Franciska's hand drew through the air, and the invisible magic barrier flashed in the air, isolating them from the outside world, "Tell me, where did you know so many secrets."

“My relationship with the Squirrel Party, my deal with Enhill.”

Roy smiled,

"In fact, I have some elves, not pure humans, so you don't have to be so hostile to me. In addition, witch hunters have always been fair and just. Look at this, we take turns asking questions. To show sincerity, I will answer your questions first."

"Your organization killed hundreds of my compatriots twice, and even mentioned the so-called fairness and justice to me?"

Francis' voice was crisp and gentle, still calm,

"You mean in Norwigrey, north of Elland? I want to ask, who made the first move?" Roy smiled disdainfully, his eyes turned cold, "Are you still not able to defend yourself when you are attacked, but stretched your neck and let you slaughter?"

The woman clenched the amulet on her chest silently, and the calm momentum of the lake suddenly weakened.
To be continued...