The Witcher: Grinding Experience Starting as a Wolf School Witcher

Chapter 82 The Illusory Image of the Magic Crystal

"Jennings, how's the plan going?"

A muffled, hoarse sound came from the crystal mirror.

Viscount Jennings laughed and said, "The plan is going smoothly. I have already sent Baron Marcus to cause trouble in Meritelli."

"If that mob fails to overthrow these witches, my army will arrive in Meritelli tomorrow morning and accuse them of harming the people."

"Then, through force, they forced them to hand over the high priest, sent him to the gallows, and then drove the rest out of Cordwin."

The phantom of the magic crystal pondered for a moment: "Very good, winter will come soon. At this time, even if they do nothing, they will not be able to cross the Pontal River."

"Sevilla can rest assured now that she knows this."

Viscount Jennings bowed again. "Please give my regards to the lady."

The illusory figure waved its hand. "I remember you previously hired a dwarven mercenary group, didn't you?"

Viscount Jennings sighed.

"Sir, I originally arranged for the Temple of Meritelli to take on the task of hunting pterosaurs, thinking that the dwarves would take the opportunity to kill the nun with the pterosaurs, thereby reducing Meritelli's prestige among the people."

"But unfortunately, the Witcher nicknamed Raven was there, which caused the mission to fail."

The phantom of the magic crystal said, "Hmph, these non-human races are indeed useless trash. They can't even handle a nun and a freak."

Viscount Jennings flattered, "But things always turn out well, especially with the public opinion tactics you taught me, sir. With Meritelli and the Witcher, I can already foresee tomorrow's outcome, which will absolutely amaze me."

"Compared to your masterpiece, 'Freaks, or Descriptions of Witchers,' my work is far inferior. That book caused a national sensation and destroyed the Witcher's lair, Kael'thas Morhen."

Upon hearing this, Alwin, who was behind the tent, suddenly caught his breath and clenched his fists.

The illusory image in the crystal mirror said, "Stop flattering me; this is just a petty trick."

Viscount Jennings bent down, pulled open a drawer beneath the wooden table with his right hand, making a sharp noise.

"I admire you from the bottom of my heart. Your casual suggestion has already benefited me greatly."

He took something out of the drawer and carefully held it in his palm.

"These are the things I found as requested. Please take a look."

The illusory figure in the crystal mirror trembled and moved closer.

A silence fell over the room, followed by excited shouts.

"Okay, that's it!"

Upon hearing this, Viscount Jennings' eyes lit up with intense joy.

"Then I would be grateful if you could put in a good word for me before His Majesty in the future."

"Of course, wait!"

The crystalline phantom suddenly raised its voice, "Jennings, are you in the camp right now?"

Viscount Jennings looked up, a puzzled expression on his face, and hesitated before replying, "Yes, sir."

"It's too quiet."

The crystal phantom had barely finished speaking.

The tent flap was blown by the cold wind, and fog seeped in.

The cold air sent chills down his spine and gave him goosebumps all over his body.

"laugh!"

A dark sword flashed and pierced through his chest, his heart was shredded by the blade, and blood slowly flowed down the grooves in the sword.

Viscount Jennings' face first showed a look of astonishment, then his features twisted into a ferocious grimace, his mouth filled with blood, and he let out a painful whimper.

The item in his hand fell onto the thick mat on the ground.

"what!"

Sienna screamed in terror, her body going limp.

A silver sword light shot out, drawing a bright streak in the air.

The sword tip pierced her sexy red lips and went through the back of her head. With powerful force, it dragged her naked body and pinned her to the wooden cabinet behind her.

"Zzzzt!"

Her bright, rosy eyes reflected a misty haze, and her body began to convulse.

Arwin drew his greatsword and flung Viscount Jennings' body into the corner of the tent, knocking off the checkered flag hanging on it.

Surrounded by mist, he strode forward, his deep voice slowly rising.

"It seems I have interrupted your meeting."

The magical phantom in the crystal mirror stared at Alwin, trying to see his face through the thick fog.

Alwin was in the same situation, but the phantom in the magic crystal mirror was also blurry. However, judging from the frequency of his body trembling, he was clearly very angry.

"Who are you? Do you know that murdering a nobleman is a serious crime?"

Arwin crouched down and picked up the object Viscount Jennings had been holding—a round stone ring.

"Shouldn't you state your own name before asking someone else's name?"

"Damn it!"

The phantom of the magic crystal roared in anger.

"That's mine, and I order you to put it down."

Arwen rubbed the stone ring with his palm. The stone ring was ancient and natural, with densely packed elven runes carved on its surface.

He put it inside the lining, his tone laced with amusement.

"That important? Heh, then I'll accept it."

The illusory image of the magic crystal said, "You're courting death. You'll regret going against me."

After he finished speaking, the phantom of the magic crystal began to distort and split into countless gray vertical stripes.

The crystal mirror rose into the air, its surface trembling violently and making a sound like porcelain shattering.

He intends to cut off this communication and destroy the current magical artifact.

We must not let him succeed.

Arwen decisively raised his hand and pressed it against the mirror in mid-air. His vertical pupils flashed with a strange light as he chanted a spell.

Communication magic, mentioned in Tissaia's "Common Low-Level Magic of the Four Elements," is a very fragile spell; the greater the communication distance, the greater the energy consumption.

The magic can be easily interrupted by simply applying strong mental interference to his mental mark.

His mental energy surged forth, enveloping the entire mirror surface, penetrating it in countless strands, and quickly capturing a constantly pulsating green imprint.

Found it.

The [Dual Soul] erupted, and under constant erosion, it quickly annihilated them.

The violently shaking crystal mirror calmed down and fell back onto the table.

……

Kingdom of Cordwin, Sylvanas.

In an orchard, apple trees were planted, and every branch hung heavily, laden with bright red apples.

Inside the thatched hut, a middle-aged man dressed in a purple mage's robe stared at the magic crystal mirror in front of him with a sinister expression.

It was the wizard who appeared at Brunan Castle, the landmark on the day of his ascent.

His squinted eyes revealed irises that gleamed with a terrifying luster, like polished metal.

He gripped the corner of the table tightly with both hands, his voice suppressing anger.

"Mental shock? A fog obscuring your face? Preventing me from seeing you clearly?"

"Ha, a court wizard from the Humphries Alliance? Or a student of my Ben Ade Magic Academy?"

"Fine, whoever you are, if you dare to oppose me, I will turn you into my puppet."

Having said that, he raised the magic crystal mirror in front of him and smashed it to the ground, shattering it into pieces.