Chapter 974: 956 Old Conjurer

Chapter 974 956. Old Conjurer

“Thank you, this is a great gift.”

After putting on the silver cat ring, Lan En felt that his body became much lighter. When you jump up and land, there will be an inexplicable smoke being stepped on, and then there will be no feeling of shock after landing.

Although this feeling of lightness cannot overcome his huge self-weight, it allows him to perform the [Light Body Technique] as freely as Ashina Ninja.

But it also greatly expands his range of movement.

Coupled with the magic ashlar ring that was obtained from the guard at the door of Osloais's palace, Lan En has already obtained two magic rings in this world.

Including the magic ring made by Triss to match the magic harness on Qilin, there are three rings on her hand.

Feeling a bit like a nouveau riche.

After Lan En accepted the ring, he also asked about what they were discussing just now.

“In other words, you have been looking for someone?”

Lan crossed his arms, nodded, and asked Sirius.

As a character who has strong combat power but may go crazy at any time, it is natural for him to be kicked out.

Paladin Fodolink.

Lane expressed his understanding of Siris's caution and his respect for paganism.

“Excellent swordsmanship, especially good at using a small shield to perform [blocking] combat skills, a flame-shaped sword, and twilight-colored high-quality armor.”

The witcher stretched out one of his arms across his chest and spread his palm.

Generally, people who have never seen it will just say "I haven't seen it" without saying any unnecessary words.

A highly respected paladin, Fodolink became undead at this time.

“Then can you tell me more about who you are looking for? Maybe I can help too?”

“If we hadn’t fought together to put down the rebellion in Irushil, I still wouldn’t want to come into contact with Rosalia’s fingers.”

After a moment of silence, Lann said to Sirius, and the female knight looked at the witcher seriously.

The female knight of the Kingdom of Twilight sat on her knees on the steps, describing the characteristics of the person she was looking for.

However, the frustration of getting nothing and the sense of urgency still drove Sirius not to miss any opportunity.

“I did see him, that’s why I asked about you.”

Rarely, Sirius showed obvious impatience.

Sirius looked at him with a blank look in his eyes and murmured something in a low voice.

Means: Start talking.

Lan En's words were very cautious. Although he did not say everything clearly, in today's environment, the meaning was clearly expressed.

At that time, Lan passed by the undead settlement and met Fodolink again on the nearby hillside.

Lane's obviously different response made Sirius look up sharply.

Sirius lowered his head after describing it, obviously not really hoping that Lan En had seen the person she was looking for.

"No wonder, I see that your actions have always been purposeful. But why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Finally, the portrait after integrating various characteristics was the first normal person Lan En met after coming to this world.

Sirius's expression was very anxious, but he seemed to have learned about it here. Regarding Lan En's impression of a "good Samaritan", Sirius still chose to speak out.

As Lan En muttered, Mentos also automatically embodied the descriptions on his retina.

And Lan also spoke out.

 And the old knight who could still help strangers at the beginning has turned into a guy with a weird murderous aura, saying "become a family" and "serve the accumulator".

"I understand. But this is also the moment when I need to fulfill my promise."

“He is. My grandfather. He is the most outstanding paladin in the Kingdom of Twilight.”

The female knight lowered her head with a tangled expression. It's like falling into some kind of memory.

The female knight who had walked a few steps away turned around.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, are you sure about the agreement Fordolinck made with you?"

“Lan En.”

Before the witcher could finish speaking, Sirius looked into his eyes solemnly and interrupted him.

“What would you do if one day you become a wandering spirit with no autonomy or consciousness and start killing anyone who comes close to you senselessly, without blood or tears?”

The witcher shook his head: "That's equivalent to death. All that's moving is a body."

“So, grandpa thinks so too.”

Sirius didn't say much.

Lan En pursed his lips and nodded, and he took the lead and walked in front of Sirius.

“Follow me. Although some time has passed, I am still a little confident in following the traces.”

When the witcher passed by the female knight, the cool female knight who believed in the [Nameless Moon] whispered ‘thank you’.

Although she has said it many times along the way.

The witcher's perspective expands, and the messy and groggy world suddenly becomes colorful.

This period of time is not long, and there are no wild animals or people to disturb the traces.

Even the unconscious wandering souls mostly just turn in circles and wander in a limited place.

So Lan easily captured Fodolink’s footprints.

The footprints are deep, representing the weight of armor and weapons. There is no feeling of sloppiness, which means the steps are steady and solid.

There are not many people with this quality in this poor little village.

Chasing the footprints all the way, the two found a strange guy locked in an iron cage on a tower of the Undead Settlement.

He wears natural clothing and decorations made of animal feathers, bones, cotton and linen.

It seems that being in an iron cage in a village full of wandering souls is a bit leisurely and contented.

This man's name is Cornicus, he comes from a place called Great Marsh, and he calls himself a magician.

After Lan En rescued him, he told him that he could seek refuge in the Deep Church, where a loving goddess was resting, and then go to the Cold Valley.

The old magician nodded with a smile, as if he was taking things easy.

Lan En was about to leave, and he didn’t have any special thoughts about him, so he behaved normally.

But Sirius seemed to show his disgust and distance almost reflexively because of his identity as the 'Great Swamp Spellman'.

Conicus was accustomed to Sirius' behavior.

It was Lan En's expression of "not knowing anything about the Great Marsh Conjurer" that made him laugh like an old crow at the top of his voice.

“The Church of the Underworld, ah, I know. I will go, haha.”

The iron cage that locked him was already rusty. The Lake Lady's Sword easily cut through the lock, and the old magician staggered out.

“Ah, let me ask one more question, young man.”

The old conjurer patted Lan En's shoulder with his thin palm.

"You don't seem to be averse to spells, how about it? Do you want to learn a few tricks from me?"

“Casting a spell?” The witcher scratched his cheek.

“Casting spells, that’s what you want to say. Yes, we magicians can indeed cast spells.”

“Do you think I have the potential to learn spells?”

After Lan finished speaking, Cornicus and Sirius showed strange expressions at the same time.

The old magician who wanted to teach his disciples simply asked: "Why do you think you can't cast spells? You have a smart mind and a firm belief and you still can't cast spells? What's the reason?"

 Lan En raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the requirements for spellcasting in this world were different from those in the Magical Middle Ages.

Perhaps it is really possible for me to cast spells as a witcher?