Chapter 1436 1408. Rebellion
Just now, relying on surprise attacks and magic-blocking gold equipment, a few people worked together to deal with an archmage's Redanian soldiers.
Now it's almost like a gust of wind blowing down the creeping wheat.
Dijkstra's face was still facing Geralt, and that sudden change happened right next to him.
The soldiers wearing full armor were like rag dolls, flying past him with the sound of wind, and crashed into the wall of the luxurious corridor of Arethusa.
The collision between the armor parts of the body and the wall produced a noisy sound of "dinging, banging, banging", as well as the muffled hum of humans.
Because the distance was so short, Dijkstra couldn't even tell how many people were flying past him.
Geralt looked around, moved away from Dijkstra, and moved out of the way.
Now the spymaster has nothing but walls in front of him.
The heavy footsteps behind him were approaching.
The oppressive feeling was like stepping on Dijkstra's heart.
"." Dijkstra sighed and shook his head, then turned around, "Philippa said that you should be dismissed tonight. But obviously, she was wrong."
Lan En, who had already put on [Smaug], the solid and thick armor, and his own body, stood in front of Dijkstra like a terrifying golem.
Cat eyes that shone slightly in the darkness looked down at him.
At this time, the spy chief truly felt what it felt like to have this legendary figure standing in front of him, who was no longer in a leisurely state but began to tense up.
The soldiers who were knocked away by the muffled sound were not dead, or even seriously injured, but they were huddled in the corner, looking behind them with panic-stricken eyes like rabbits.
When Vizmir asked him to come to assist Philippa, he specifically asked him not to bring those soldiers who had participated in the Battle of Sodden Mountain.
At the time, he was so funny that he thought it was just making a fuss out of a molehill.
Now, who’s funny?
Dijkstra was thinking in confusion now.
"I didn't do anything cruel to you." Lan En looked down at him calmly, "It's because you seemed to be really just arresting people just now, and had no intention of killing people in the chaos."
"Now, it's time, Dijkstra."
"Your action has already begun, and there is no turning back. So tell me, are you really just clearing out the factions among wizards that are friendly to Nilfgaard in the south?"
"Think before you answer, Dijkstra."
"Because I want to remind you, first of all, this is Arethusa, which symbolizes the power and status of the wizards. Generally speaking, when the king comes here, he is only qualified to live in the Losha Palace on the bottom floor. And you are here Everyone started taking action."
The young demon hunter tilted his head, and just this expressionless movement made the spy chief's heart beat three points faster.
"There are a lot of people who want to cause trouble for me tonight, so I won't be very patient in dealing with them, can you understand?"
"I completely understand." Dijkstra opened his mouth with difficulty, "My lord."
"But I want to correct one thing: those wizards are not the so-called 'Southern Friendly Faction', they are out-and-out traitors, and we will see the evidence soon!"
The spy leader lifted the soldier up and hit him at his feet. The soldier, who was gasping for air due to the impact on his lungs, answered cautiously.
"In other words, you still have no evidence."
"The position, as well as the interpersonal relationships." Dijkstra said calmly, "Enough traces can be seen before the evidence is obtained. Now is an extraordinary moment. You must do things first, and then talk about the evidence."
For a spy chief who was engaged in intelligence work, Lan En truly believed that he was capable of this level.
But having this level does not mean that what Tisaya and the others are worried about does not exist: without evidence, who does he say is a traitor? Isn’t this how we all purge dissidents? Philippa Earhart didn't have that great of a reputation.
"Why didn't you communicate with me beforehand?"
This remains the biggest problem.
"Put away that fake and ridiculous expression. From now on, you must stay with me. I will supervise your every move."
"I hope you can do the same thing as before, only arrest, not more violent actions, do you understand?"
At this point, Lan En couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
"Damn it! I obviously wouldn't object to what you are doing! But you just kept it a secret, and now it's like this!"
Dijkstra put away that expression. Although he still deliberately kept a few meters away from Lan because of his heart palpitations, he still doubted the witcher.
And he also knew that the witcher still doubted him. The complaint just now might even be a test.
Knowing who is the enemy and who is the friend has always been a difficult problem.
Only strong power has limited effect. The drama of a brainless strong man being coaxed and tricked into turning around and killing his allies, not to mention young people of the new era like Lan En who are interested in history.
Even Dijkstra can recount many examples that happened in the history of this magical Middle Ages in one breath.
The Redanian soldiers, who were not seriously injured, followed Dijkstra, like wilted radish seedlings under Lan En's supervision.
There is no trace of the boldness and proficiency with which he had just raided and subdued an archmage in twos and threes.
They walked for a while and arrived at a crossroads where corridors met. The magic candlelight here was also extinguished, leaving only the cold light of the magic light ball, illuminating the gorgeous vaults and walls.
The place was full of Redanians and wizards. Redcliffe from the Supreme Council of Warlocks and Sabina were all there at this time, and they had also changed out of their party attire and were wearing gray plainclothes.
It seems that they use their clothes to distinguish themselves from enemies.
By the time Lan En saw a group of Redanian soldiers approaching, it looked like there had been a quarrel here.
Tisaya also changed out of her cumbersome dress into a daily skirt. She was glaring at Philipba with her chest rising and falling violently.
"We will go to the Gastang Palace, Teacher Tisaya." Philippa's face was cold and hard, but she still did not mean that she was lacking in confidence at all. She was simply speaking righteously, "Everyone, including the traitors we arrested, including Vigo Foltz will go.”
"We did the right thing and we will prove it right in front of everyone at the Palais Garstang!"
"Kyra, find Dorregaray and Kaduin, and bring them to Gastang Palace. We will let Essein of Sidaris and Istrad of Kovir know about our actions. and results, so as to gain more support in future wars.”
"You said you did the right thing?" Tissaya said with a hint of sarcasm, "You mean you took advantage of the summit to gather together for you to arrest people?"
"To what extent have you trampled on the political rights and independent status of the magicians of the Association of Talents and Skills and the Supreme Council of Magicians just today?!"
"Take the king's lackeys to arrest people in Aretusari. Do you know what you are doing?!"
"I know," Philippa replied firmly, "but I won't back down."
At this moment, the figures of Dijkstra and Lan came out of the shadows in the distance.
Among the warlocks present, those wearing dusty clothes immediately jumped up as if their hair had exploded.
But other warlocks who didn't seem to be participants, but just witnesses who were called, saw Lan En, who felt oppressed even when passing by in full armor, but they were only a little nervous subconsciously and had no further reaction.
Among the many warlocks, Philippa's expression was the most serious and obvious.
"You seem to think I should be busy tonight?"
Lan En said calmly as he approached Tisaya.
"I" Philippa's lips twitched in confusion, "I did arrange a little trouble for you, but I promise, those things are just trouble."
"But since you're still here, and you didn't kill our dear Dijkstra, I think you can be trusted, Lan. Okay, Dijkstra, take your men and evacuate Aretuosa, here. They are no longer needed."
Just now, Tissaya angrily scolded Philipba for summoning the king's lackeys to walk in Arethusa, but Philipba did not give in.
But now, just by turning her head, the sorceress immediately sent away the group of Redanian soldiers.
But Lan frowned and looked at Philippa Earhart, as if he wanted to see the slightest bit of something wrong on her face.
"Only for trouble?" the witcher suddenly asked, "Are you serious, Philippa?"