Chapter 47 Next Stop, Skellige

(Additional update for Dongfang Changkong who loves hotpot)

In the Vizima Palace, King Foltest had just finished his morning court meeting and was sitting in the small reception room.

"You, and you..." He pointed at the two people standing opposite and asked, "Are you sure he has left Vizima?"

The bald and thin Tal replied: "I am sure. None of my spies have found him in the city for two days."

He was still dressed like a shoemaker at this moment, and he was out of place in the entire palace.

Vernon Roche also replied: "I'm not sure. But I saw him open the portal and leave with my own eyes, and he has never appeared in Vizima since then, including outside the city walls."

Foltest still frowned and asked: "Where is the horse thief he mentioned? Oh, and the soldiers?"

Vernon Roche replied: "They have all been found, and they have confessed. Your Majesty, how will we deal with them?"

The king waved his hand impatiently, "Secret execution. Damn it..."

The Blue Iron Guard bowed and saluted, "As you command, Your Majesty."

Since His Majesty got angry that day, he would never say "your wish" to the king again.

Foltest looked at his secret spy again and asked, "What about Nilfgaard? Have you found anything?"

"Sorry, Your Majesty, it will take some time..." Taller replied, "The south is now on high alert, and we have lost two informants."

"Huh..." Foltest took a deep breath, suppressed his irritability, and asked again, "Have you found anything about that Safra?"

Taller replied, "Yes, he is a killer, and he has a gang of more than a dozen people under him."

"A spellcaster as a killer?" Foltest asked Taller with his eyes wide open, "Are you serious?"

The bald shoemaker scratched his bald head and replied, "I think so too..."

The king kicked him.

Tal didn't even dare to dodge, and was kicked hard. He grinned and said, "Sorry, I'm used to it...hiss...he's really a killer, quite famous in the black market."

"More than that, Your Majesty..." Tal continued to talk about the information he had collected, "Jaques of the White Rose Knights was closely connected with him, until...that man killed him outside the Long Skirt Inn."

Snap, clatter...

Foltest swept the teacup at hand away and roared angrily: "Shit! Is this still my capital? How much do I not know! Huh...huh..."

Since knowing everything Marvin did in Vizima, His Majesty the King has not even had a good night's sleep.

All the palace guards have been recalled, and Foltest has also transferred more than a hundred good men from the army to guard the palace all day.

But this is the most that can be done without alarming the people, and I don’t know if it will work...

It can only be done this way, otherwise the civilians will panic, the nobles and ministers will question his authority, and the throne will be even more unstable...

But he is still afraid!

He is afraid that the man will suddenly appear in the palace, chop off his head, and wear the crown on his head. And he has no way to stop it...

If, if he kills the Emperor of Nilfgaard...

Maybe, I should go to Haji Fortress, maybe as long as I form an alliance with Cintra... Will the man let me go?

Yes! Let’s do it!

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The afternoon sun shines in the garden of the Cintra Palace.

A small figure with a mouse-gray ponytail stands on a not-so-high wooden beam and waves a wooden sword.

Princess Cirilla did not wear a beautiful bubble skirt, but a smart shirt, trousers, short boots and small leather armor. She turned over and over on the wooden beam, waving a wooden sword, and fighting with non-existent enemies.

To increase the difficulty, she also covered her eyes, which looked quite realistic.

However, those who know a little bit can see that her hand holding the sword is too strong, her wrist can't control the sword, and her feet are also messy... It's better to say that she is juggling than practicing swords.

"Hey, hey, hey..."

The little girl didn't step firmly, and tried to stand again with her arms in a windmill, but the wooden sword flew away...

"Ah...hiss..."

Plop, Ciri finally fell down, rubbing her buttocks, but the corners of her mouth were almost grinning to her ears, "Hahaha..."

Geralt stood not far away in a clean shirt, raised his hand to catch the flying wooden sword, and shook his head secretly.

His "accidental child" has obvious advantages and disadvantages.

Not squeamish, can endure hardships, and has excellent physical coordination and balance. But once something doesn't go her way, her temper will come out... Alas...

Ciri pulled off the cloth covering her eyes and found the white wolf not far away.

"Geralt!" The little girl shouted happily, getting up and limping over, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"Stop!" The witcher raised his hand to stop the girl from yelling, and said, "Almost every move you make is wrong. I told you not to practice without guidance! Once a bad habit is formed, it's hard to change it!"

Ciri pouted, shaking her upper body and muttering in dissatisfaction: "Tsk~, I'm not wrong..."

"Ciri!" Geralt said seriously: "Add 500 more slashing and stabbing exercises today."

After that, he walked towards the front hall of the palace. The servants had just come to inform that Queen Calanthe wanted to invite him.

Ciri's wailing came from behind: "Ah~, don't..."

...

"That's what happened. Emhyr Emreis is dead, so the threat of Nilfgaard is not that big."

Marvin said calmly: "I delivered your letter. I think Foltest should be willing to participate."

"Wait..." Queen Calanthe swallowed her saliva and asked with difficulty: "Did you kill the Emperor of Nilfgaard?"

Marvin handed over the parchment with threatening words and several names, "Yes, I killed him with my own hands."

Her Majesty looked at the parchment, and when she raised her head again, her eyes were very complicated, fear, fear, gratitude, rejection...

"Storm is above!" Ester Tursek slapped his thigh, "Hahaha... Brother, uh, no, forget it... If I didn't know your origin, I would really think you are the incarnation of Hemdor who came back to the world, wow hahaha..."

The sea knight gave a thumbs up, "You are this!"

Compared to the carefree Ester, Mossak noticed the queen's eyes, and he just quietly gave Marvin an appreciative look.

Skellig didn't have the womanly tone of the nobles. They were more like a tribal system, with six families managing several islands respectively.

On the archipelago, even the king is elected, not hereditary.

Marvin naturally noticed the queen's eyes, but he did what he promised, and didn't care what Calanthe thought.

He asked Mossak: "Do you have the teleportation coordinates of the archipelago?"

"Oh? You want to go to Skellige?" The druid asked back.

Marvin nodded, "I have something to do."

Bang! Easter clapped his hands, "A tough guy should go to Skellige... Brother! Hey, Uncle Mossack, give him the coordinates."

"Ah!~~" A little girl screamed in the corridor, and Ciri ran in like a little madman, "Marvin, Marvin, you are going to Skellige!?"

The White Wolf, who had just come in, covered his eyes with a snap...

"Grandma, Grandma..." Princess Cirilla ran to the Queen and shook Calanthe's arm, "I want to go too, okay~~"

Seeing that Her Majesty the Queen had the intention to refute, Ciri continued to act coquettishly, "I haven't been to Skellige for a long time, and Hjalmar almost forgot about me... Grandma~~"

Calanthe remembered what Marvin had just said...

Since the Emperor of Nilfgaard is dead, the South will really not attack for a while.

But we must also be prepared for both situations. The Northern Kings' Conference must still be held. After all, the letters that should be sent have been sent, and we cannot break our promises.

It's really boring for Princess Cirilla to stay in the palace now, and she's just causing trouble. Then...

"Okay, I agree that you can go to Skellige..."

"Yeah!" Cirilla jumped and shouted excitedly in the hall.

The queen looked at Marvin, then at the witcher, "Geralt, I hope you can go with Cirilla... Your salary will be paid as usual."

Geralt really has nothing to do recently. The queen's salary for the swordsmanship teacher is very generous. He shrugged, "As you wish."

Marvin got the teleportation coordinates of many important towns and villages in Skellige.

But Geralt said he would never go through the portal...

He would take Cirilla by boat. He and Marvin agreed to meet at the port of Yuriala in Little Skellige tomorrow afternoon.

At the same time, Marvin would help the queen take a letter to Bran Tursek, the brother of the King of Skellige, Ester Tursek.

Marvin was expected to do two things when he went to Skellige this time.

The first is to complete Gaunter O'Dimm's mission and solve Melusine's curse; the second is to kill the ice giant and peel off a piece of skin from the ice giant that is enough for him to make a coat.

Melusine's cult is on Spikrug Island, and the ice giant is on Udvik Island.

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