Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 634 636. Warlocks

This camp occupies a large area, and the interior decoration is so luxurious that it would be considered top-notch even in the palace of the Northern Kingdom.

Alto Terranova, a member of the Society of Talents and Skills, even used illusions to create many handsome men and beautiful women to serve as waiters.

The dim and ambiguous tones and lights make this place not like a military camp about to be fought, but like the famous Cleopatra in Novigrad.

Incidentally, that was the name of a high-class brothel by St. Gregory's Bridge.

The warlocks had to maintain their luxurious living standards even in the military camp, which made the soldiers and officers resentful.

It can also be regarded as a reason why the battle is imminent.

Foltest vaguely felt that if these warlocks and the now tense sergeants were allowed to continue to stimulate each other, they might be in big trouble before they even saw the Nilfgaardians.

Francesca sat in the shadow of the candlelight and did not respond to Tisaya. Instead, she looked at her up and down with strange eyes.

This look made Tishaya feel uncomfortable and she squirmed in her seat.

She laughed dryly: "Why are you looking at me like that, old friend?"

Francesca still didn't speak, looking at the other person motionlessly. She just put the wine glass to her mouth and took a sip.

"You're bold now, Margarita."

The elf archmage suddenly said.

"How dare you play with your illusions in front of so many powerful wizards? It's a good thing that everyone is dizzy under the pressure of the war, otherwise your secret would be exposed on the first day here."

'Tisaya's face suddenly stiffened, and then she leaned forward and got close to Francesca, who was sitting not far away.

"What did you say?"

Francesca took another sip of the Dongzhidong red wine in the glass.

"I said: The last time we fought side by side was not 300 years ago, but the Falga Rebellion more than 100 years ago."

"And there is a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses on the small table in front of us. I placed them in a way that is neither asymmetrical nor beautiful, but you didn't even look at it from beginning to end, let alone arrange it. What else should I say? Going down?"

'Tisaya', or Margarita's body suddenly felt deflated.

She let out a long breath, and then the chest of Tisaya's light blue dress was stretched high and tight.

Francesca watched this scene with interest.

"Tisaya's clothes are a bit tight. Isn't it hard to breathe in? Although Tissaya's figure is also good, it's still a little tight compared to you."

Now that her secret was exposed in front of Francesca, Margarita simply stopped pretending.

She nestled comfortably into the cashmere-covered chair. Except for still pressing her teacher's face, her figure was no longer covered up.

Disha's elegant long skirt was too tight on the chest and hips, revealing thrilling curves.

"You still want to talk about this now? It seems that you are not nervous at all about this war?"

Margarita also knew Francesca very well, so talking to her was even more casual than talking to the teacher.

The Elf Archmage pushed a strand of blond hair behind her pointed ears and said calmly.

"I have seen humans carry out more crazy slaughters than they do now, and the Nilfgaardians don't scare me."

This obviously refers to the systematic massacre of elves by humans.

Margarita shook her head, not prepared to say anything more on this matter. "Since the Nilfgaardians didn't scare you, why did you come here to get involved? Many people here were scared, so they came to help without hesitation, such as Triss and Yennefer. Others I owe you a favor to Wilgefortz, so come here and help him stand up. What kind of person are you?"

"Wilgefortz approached me on his own initiative. In order for me to take action, he made very interesting conditions, and I agreed."

Margarita heard that Francesca was unwilling to discuss the specific conditions in detail, so she stopped asking.

Wizards are people with a lot of secrets.

Secret experimental projects, secret partnerships, secret bank accounts are too numerous to dig into.

But just because she doesn't want to delve into it doesn't mean that the other person doesn't want to.

"Now that I'm finished, let's talk about you. Why did you come here to wade in the muddy water?"

Francesca looked up and down at Margarita, who was facing Tissaya but had her own figure.

"Aretuza made his position clear? No, if that's the case, you should come here with your own face in mind. After all, you are the current dean, so you are more representative. Instead of Tissaya, who has resigned and entered the talent pool. A sorceress who serves with a craft guild.”

The Elf Archmage guessed, but then denied himself.

Margarita also held the wine glass and touched her cheek with the rim of the glass.

"You are right, so this face and I do not represent Aretuza. 'Tissaya' entered the battlefield as a member of the Talents and Skills Association."

"And where is her student, Margarita?"

"And her students are still sitting in Aretuosa in this crazy and chaotic situation, protecting the safety and freedom of every girl who explores magic. This is the benefit of having two great mages in one academy. Isn’t it?”

"Ah."

Francesca chuckled and clinked glasses with her: "It seems you don't want to say why you came, but it doesn't matter. After this meat grinder-like battle begins, no one will care about these things."

"I'm just a little surprised that there are things in this world other than your students that would make you abandon your stable and luxurious life and embark on the battlefield. I remember that you are very content and not very courageous."

Margarita did not refute Francesca's evaluation of her, but just smiled and said: "Although I am still scared, I have to do something."

According to the scribe's records, 'Tishaya' joined the Northern Allied Forces camp two days ago. This famous archmage gave everyone a boost of morale.

On the same day, the Archmage interviewed King Foltest, seemingly to find information about a certain person.

But in the end, the Archmage just held a piece of information about the recently famous guerrillas and remained silent.

And later, he left his tent in the military camp to express his participation in the battle.

The addition of a well-known archmage not only inspired countless mortal soldiers, but also had a good response among the wizards who were already in place.

Warlocks such as Triss, Yennefer, [Coral] Rita Nied, etc. who graduated from Arethusa and later served the royal families of various northern kingdoms visited one after another.

Under the pressure of war getting closer and closer, everyone's anxiety and fear can even be seen at a glance.

They are seeking any spiritual solace within reach at the moment.

At this moment, their spirits are not braver than ordinary people because they resonate with the magic of chaos.

Everyone is like a death row prisoner who has been sentenced and is just waiting for the execution date.

And in the morning three days later, the time for 'execution' finally arrived.

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(End of this chapter)