From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Bright emerald light flashed on Lann's body one after another.

Xili raised her face and looked at Lan in a daze, with light shining in her eyes.

After a long while, when Lann let out a long breath and stopped sensing the mark, Ciri also happened to come back to her senses.

"How about Lann, is there any result?"

Under Shiri's expectant eyes, Lan nodded, then slowly shook his head.

Lann nodded because he could still feel that the [Teleportation] mark still existed on Eredin's body.

Shaking his head, Lan found that he could not accurately locate the mark, and he did not even have the ability to activate it.

This is the first time this has happened. As for the emergence of this situation, Lann also had a rough guess in his mind - because Eredin is not in this world now.

The space power attached to [Teleport] can only work on people who are in the same world as Lan, and if you want to exert power across worlds, then——

Lann looked at the power in the system panel that had only been activated once by him. It was the third skill in the [Ancient Blood] panel besides [Flash] and [Teleport].

【Travel】

Lann only used this skill twice, once actively and once passively, and the results were not very good.

The first time he actively used it was when the Ancient Blood had just completed its liberation. At that time, countless different worlds spread out in front of Lann, and at the same time, those countless worlds stretched out their fangs towards him. If the Mirror Master hadn't taken action, Lan would have been torn to pieces on the spot.

The second cast was a passive cast. At that time, Lann was in Kaer Morhen's [Ring of Elements]. When he sensed the elements in it and wanted to strengthen the seal, the skill was activated and he traveled to the elemental realm. As a result, he was discovered by the leaders of the four elemental layers, and was almost killed by those elemental elves from outside.

It was the Mirror Master who saved him.

…

Lann covered his face. After such a review, why did he feel that he owed Mirror Master a lot...

That guy should be waiting in the sky for him to truly grow to the level where he can travel through dimensions. Suddenly, he doesn’t really want to see him...

Closer to home, although the first two uses of the [Travel] skill were not very wonderful for Lann, they gave Lann some inspiration to overcome his current predicament.

Not counting the first time traveling, Lan En has barely reached the level of "invincible in the world", but he is not yet able to freely roam the dimensions and choose the world he wants to go to.

Then the second time travel is very reference: since you can easily reach the elemental plane with the help of the [Ring of Elements], can Lan now find a similar place on the mainland related to the Wild Hunt? How about arriving at the [Armor Wood Land] where the Wild Hunt is?

This is not groundless. Lann remembers that in the original book, Ciri once arrived in the Land of Armor in a daze with the help of the uncontrollable ancient blood, and was almost forced to have a child with the Alder King of the Ain El Elf Tribe.

Where did Xili complete this time travel?

Lan was lost in thought, trying hard to search for impressions in his memory.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Enns!"

After hearing Lan's call, the old butler appeared in front of Lan in an instant.

"Master?"

"Has the time for the Sintra Conference been determined? How soon will the kings of various countries come over?"

"Ten days later, Master." Enns smiled slightly, "Do you need me to prepare a speech for you?"

Lan thought for a while: "That's not necessary. It's just that I happen to be going out during this period, so you need to pay more attention to the location and layout of the venue."

The old butler nodded. He had long been used to Lan running around. However, he was certain that Lan En had something important to do when he went out, so he didn't complain at all, but instead felt worried.

"Where are you going?"

Lane replied: "Novigrad."

——

Lann did not recall the specific location that might be connected to the Land of Armored Wood. Time has passed, and he is now very vague about some details.

But he knew there was someone who could help him remember, and that person was in Novigrad.

Novigrad is Chapet's base camp, which is basically Rann's territory.

But the trouble is that Shapet is now in the kingdom of Tritog, the capital of Redania, so Lann took a detour to meet Shapet first and asked him for a coat of arms that could mobilize the temple guards.

At this stage, Shapet has not completely controlled Redania, and his relationship with Lan still needs to be properly concealed. After the Congress of Sintra, everything would be different.

Ready, bright emerald light flashed, and Lann appeared in the Temple Island of Eternal Fire.

In front of him was Chapet's bedroom.

Different from the luxury that outsiders imagine a consul should have, this place just maintains the style and dignity that a person in power should have. There is nothing exaggerated and contrived, but it is not extravagant and wasteful.

But as soon as Lann's feet landed on the ground, he realized something was wrong.

"Who is it? This is Chapet's...are you Duke Lannister?!"

There is actually another person in Shapet's room?

At this moment, the effect of the [Teleport] skill has just ended, and Lan has already discovered the opponent. But before Lann could examine the interference this unexpected person in front of him might cause to his plans, he saw the other person's face beginning to melt and decompose like mud.

Not a human, but a shapeshifter?

"Duke Lannister, it's me, Dudu!" As if seeing Lann's vigilance, the shapeshifter with keen senses immediately changed from the guardian of the eternal fire into a short halfling image, jumping and jumping. Prove your identity.

It suddenly dawned on Lan that the only one who could gain the trust of the shapeshifter to appear in the other party's room was another shapeshifter.

In the process of helping Chapet to seize power, Novigrad was in chaos due to the raging gangs. At that time, Lane met the shapeshifter Dudu who was helping the Fox Repertory Company.

Afterwards, Lane chose to fund and become the sponsor of Fox Repertory Theatre, allowing the troupe to write many operas with witcher themes.

Cooperating with Kian, who has been doing missions in Novigrad, he made a great contribution to changing the reputation of the Witcher.

"Duke Lannister, are you here to see Shapet?" In addition to some key plans, Dudu knew more or less the relationship between Lann and Shapet. "He went to Tritog! He will soon become The most powerful person in Redania!”

The shapeshifter screamed excitedly at first, but then became a little cautious: "Duke Lannister, although we shapeshifters have... talents, we have always maintained a low-key life, because we know that we can replace some unlucky people. The person we should replace is going to be in big trouble for us.”

"Although Chapet is majestic now, I am worried that he will bring disaster to me...Duke Lannister, can you help him?"

Dudu used his halfling body to plead pitifully, and Lan couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't worry, Dudu, Shapet's actions are all directed by me. With my protection, he won't let him In danger."

Looking at the shape-shifting monster with a heartfelt smile, the corners of Lan's mouth couldn't help but curl up further: "I also just came back from Tritog. I originally planned to find a team of temple guards to help, but it would be better if I had you... "

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lann nodded: "Does Keyan have much contact with you? He said that he found a [Dream Diviner] in Novigrad. Do you know where I should go to find her?"

…

[Dream Divination] is a spell that can reveal the past and future through dreams. This kind of magic is difficult for even well-trained sorceresses to master completely, but people with extraordinary talents can have extremely strong skills in this area even without any formal training.

Such people are called "dream diviners". Some people believe that the dream diviner's ability actually goes beyond the scope of magic. It is a special talent similar to the transformation of a shapeshifter under the influence of chaotic energy.

Novigrad lives one of the best dream diviners in the North.

"Duke Lannister." The woman in front of her showed reverence, joy, and awe as soon as she saw Lann.

Keyan had tried to recruit her before, but the reputation of Mao Pie was still in a state of being understood even after a period of criticism. Keyan once suggested that Lan come in person, but at that time because Lan still had unresolved matters at hand, he put it on hold for the time being.

Now that Lan is here, the effect is indeed immediate.

This woman was a little too enthusiastic, giving Lan the feeling of Black Leila facing Geralt.

Lann looked around, looking at the dreamer's room without leaving any trace.

Novigrad under Shapet's rule is extremely open to tolerance of magic and non-human races. Dreamers are at home in this prosperous city and can easily accumulate astonishing wealth.

What they are standing on now is the best suite in Novigrad's largest [Golden Trout Tavern]. It is said that the dreamer has been renting here for a year, and the money spent is even enough to buy one near Novigrad Square. A nice property.

No wonder Kyaan was unable to recruit her in the first place.

"Excuse me, ma'am." Lann smiled, "As you can see, I am Lann Lannister Leanne."

"No, no, how can I ask you to give me your name first?" Lan En introduced himself, which made the dreamer panic.

An abnormal blush flashed across her face, and she quickly lifted up her skirt and bent down to salute, "I am Colleen Tilly, a dream diviner."

Seeing Corin's actions, Lan couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Like most sorceresses and other practitioners of magic, Corinne used her unconventional appearance and clothing to demonstrate the freedom of women in this era.

Her lower body is quite regular. She wears a brown-green high-waisted dress and uses an emerald green belt to tie three bows on her lower abdomen - this dress is quite regular.

But the upper body was very ugly. Lann felt that the white fabric there could not be described as a "vest". The skin of the neck, collarbone, and lower abdomen were completely exposed to the air, and together with the two trembling hemispheres, they were glowing in the candlelight. There was a smooth light underneath.

After Kelin bowed and saluted Lan in such an outrageous dress, she took the initiative to pull out a chair for Lan.

Dudu sniffed, looked at Corin and then at Lan: "Duke Lannister, I'll wait for you outside."

Then he slid out and closed the door with a bang.

Everyone who came to Corin came for dream divination, and Corin immediately showed sufficient professionalism after being dizzy at the beginning when she faced Lan En's face.

"I wonder what revelation Lord Lannister hopes to gain from the dream?"

Lann smiled slightly: "Have you heard of the Wild Hunt?"

…

The doors and windows were all locked, and heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight.

The soundproofing effect of the luxurious suite is extraordinary, and Corin has specially arranged it to ensure that no movement will disturb the two people in the house, and the movement inside will never be prying from the outside world.

More candles were lit in the dark room, and the dim light made the atmosphere somewhat ambiguous.

But both people in the room were serious.

"Duke Lannister, I will guide you appropriately in a moment to establish a spiritual connection between us. I will ask you some questions about your relationship with..." Corinne paused, "...and the Wild Hunt. Questions that require you to answer truthfully.”

"Then, you need to drink some herbs to speed up falling asleep. Please rest assured that these are soothing herbs."

Lann sighed: "It doesn't matter if they are not soothing herbs. None of them are useful to me. My constitution is special - so you'd better just ask questions directly."

"Ah..." Corin opened her mouth slightly, and her face turned red unconsciously. She didn't know what she was thinking of.

"Well, first of all: I need you to tell me about the strongest and most profound memories between you and that... Wild Hunt."

…

"..."

The light in the room became darker and darker, and the newly lit candle gradually burned to a third of the way.

Corin quietly listened to Lan's account of the battle with the Wild Hunt and took a deep breath.

"Okay, next, I need you to hold my sleeve. Continue to tell the story with him, to imagine his world, and how you think it is possible to reach that world."

Lan changed into a comfortable position and lay down on his back, while Corin actually took out a...half-knitted sweater from the table nearby?

"Your spirit is extremely strong, so next I need you to completely relax your nerves." Corin's voice became deeper.

The atmosphere fell silent, and Corin slowly knitted the yarns in her hands, intertwining and intertwining them little by little.

Lan's breathing became more and more steady as he listened to the clear and rhythmic sound of wooden sticks and needles clashing with each other.

His thoughts spread out bit by bit.

…

This is a mountain and time is night.

Lan En felt vaguely familiar.

The cold portal opened in mid-air, and a tall figure wearing skull plate armor, carrying a giant hammer and a shield stepped out of it. Frost spreads from it.

But he came here not to kill, but to attend a... banquet?

This Wild Hunt is not Eredin, it looks like another unlucky guy who was killed by his own sign on Thaned Island.

Lan tried to squint his eyes, but he was in his own dream. At the moment, he has no body, only a blurred vision, watching everything passively.

Fortunately, more useful information soon appeared in front of me.

Three slim, naked women, only wrapped in linen and leaves, surrounded the newly emerged Wild Hunt.

They swayed their bodies with a dazzling rhythm; their hair was disheveled, with a sense of primitive beauty. Dark, rotten branches grew out of the earth as they followed their footsteps, and endless blood poured out of the broken soil.