Chapter 1022 1004. The growth of the cursed fire


    “Now it’s time to do the thing I entrusted you with.”


    Lan En stood up from the bed, an energetic nnel ball, holding the cloak with his little paws and climbed onto his shoulders.


    ??The witcher walked over and patted Dandelion on the shoulder.


    “It’s written and written.”


    "I said, after this script is written, I want the bards who sang about thest Civil War to sing nothing but my words! This can''t be rushed."


    ??The poet was a little irritated by this. Creators often feel like this when they can''t create, so Lan En didn''t take it seriously.


    “How about adding me?”


    ??On the other hand, Prisci, who had been watching Dandelion write the script, asked Lan En in a cheerful tone.


    "The story of this script is very exciting, but it takes a lot of time to polish and rhyme. My level is not worse than his, so adding me will get twice the result with half the effort."


    ??Dandelion should control his anger at this time, otherwise he will not be able to write a good script due to emotional fluctuations.


    “Meet in? Didn’t I already interfere when I first came in?”


    But if he could control it, he wouldn''t be Dandelion.


    ?But even so, Prisci still had no intention of stopping her mouth.


    "As a ywright, you don''t see much effect in polishing the story. That is, writing a few sos as lyrics after the plot."


    "Unless you can control yourself immediately and not be angry, how can you write a heroic epic when you are so angry? You know it yourself."


    “Master Dan, your poems are moving and wonderful. I thought you were a talented person before I met you. But please forgive my bluntness, your most famous work is the lyric poem about the witcher Geralt.”


    "Add you?! You still want to interfere in my script?!"


    “You think if you provoke me I’ll agree to let you interfere with my script?”


    “Also, I said ‘the story is very exciting’, but I also talked to Triss and Geralt just now. In my opinion, this is because the original Battle of Sodden Mountain itself was very ups and downs and exciting enough.”


    Dandelion spoke, his mustache trembling with anger.


    Prisci stroked the swan feathers on her hat and smiled confidently.


    ?Lann guessed that Prisci''s voice, from Dandelion''s perspective at this moment, was probably like a cold knife piercing his heart and lungs.


    ??Dandelion''s face was unusually red with anger, and he couldn''t say anything.


    Prisci held her slender waist with one hand and spread her other hand to express her silence.


    Lann was still doing nothing, but Dandelion immediately jumped up from the stool, like the lid of a kettle heated to boiling.


    "you!"


    Lan immediately took a wise step back and got out of the way of the battlefield.


    Sure enough, the next moment, Prisci, who Lan En and Geralt privately nicknamed the ‘female version of Dandelion’, got into a fight with the poet.


    The poetess asked in surprise, as if what Dandelion asked was one plus one equals three.


    “I didn’t believe it before that as long as a poet chooses good materials, his achievements will always be higher than normal. But now, I am convinced of this, Master Dan.”


    So the poet could only cover his face in a frenzy.


    Prisci shrugged, as if she was very familiar with this.


    ?She turned around confidently and spoke rxedly to the people who had retreated.


    “Leave the script to us and we’ll stay up all night to finish it.”


    With her majestic appearance, she seemed to have immediately be the chief creative officer who spoke and took care of things.


    ?Lan En looked at the scene where Priscipletely controlled the atmosphere, and nodded with a wink.


    “Then I’ll leave it to you.”


    Immediately he took the people out of the room and asked the two poets to work all night.


    “Can they really work tonight?” Dudu was a little worried about this. "He''s Dandelion. He can hook the waiter into bed even if he goes out for dinner."


    “That’s nothing to worry about.” Geralt, who had been in contact with Dandelion for a longer time and had a deeper understanding of him, shrugged indifferently. "Dandelion was more proud of his poetry than his phndering."


    "Prisci is very beautiful, but if their differences in art have not been resolved for a day, or if they have not adapted, then Dandelion has no interest in getting along with her. Compared with this, I am more worried about another thing. thing"


    ?Geralt turned to face Triss.


    “Where should I stay tonight?”


    "And me." Dudu also raised his hand with the height of a halfling, "The situation in my house needs to be cleaned well."


    Finally, Triss opened another room for them in the Kingfisher Tavern.


    —


    After settling everything, the young witcher followed the sorceress back to her vi in Novigrad.


    ??nnel Ball was very energetic, so he climbed up to the roof of the vi to practice martial arts.


    In the vi, the sorceress and the witcher were lying on an animal skin nket.


    ?In the previous ''intense exchange'', Tris''srge bed in the master bedroom and the cashmere-covered bench in the living room on the first floor were both broken.


    ??If it was Margarita, she would probably use magic or spend money to quickly rece it with new furniture that is durable andfortable so that she can continue to enjoy it.


    ?? But perhaps because Triss is considered a young girl among the sorceresses, she behaves more "wildly".


    “We just put nkets on the floor and nothing else. The feel of the wooden floor makes me feel like I’m in the wild.”


    ?At that time, the sorceress leaned on Lan En''s shoulder, changing her tone of voice a thousand times, and gently blew ambiguous hot air into his ear.


    After the incident, the sorceress gasped happily. Shey on Lan En''s chest, like a child ying with a toy, with a me floating on her raised hand.


    ?This is not a special spell, but a rtively basic magical me. On top of this, the next step is the fireball spell.


    Lan En’s eyes turned dark as he looked at the mes on Triss’s hand.


    The sorceress’s other hand was twirling their hair that was scattered on the animal skin nket.


    “Can you gain something just by looking at the mes?”


    Triss’s voice now had a contentedziness to it.


    “It would be great if learning spells could be this easy.”


    ?Her body was shimmering with ayer of oily sweat, reflecting the warm light of the mes, making her already alluring body appear olive-colored, and her curves looked even more wild.


    “No, it’s not easy, Triss.”


    ?Lan En''s left hand also made a ''bang'' sound, and after a slight explosion, a bunch of mes rose up.


    【Spell Fire】.


    ??The spellcasting catalyst of this magicianes from that strange world where fire is the foundation of order.


    ? Lan En spected that the mystery of this me may contain the power to ''shape life''.


    ??Conicus, the great swamp magician who distributed the mes to Lan En, once suggested to Lan En, the disciple who was about to "travel far away" -


    The so-called incantation is the worship of mes. Exploring more mysterious mes is very beneficial to the practice of magic.


    Since it was a ‘mysterious me’, Lan En naturally thought of the mages’ fire spells immediately.


    Magics cast spells relying on the chaotic magic drawn and transformed from the four-element interface of the world.


    ??Fire spells certainly contain the power of the fire element interface.


    ??A single magical me is small and fragile to Lan En, but the nature of the power drawn from the fire element interface has not changed.


    ?With Lan En’s current level of [Spiritual Vision], he can actually directly see the deep structure of the world from his daily life.


    See the fire element interface.


    ??If he is lucky, he can even see the world spirits [fire giants] on the fire element interface, roaring and fighting each other inside.


    But once he wants to be in that state, he can pass on what he sees about the interface of the fire element in the world to the magical fire. Looking forward to gaining gains and growth from this spellcasting catalyst.


    He will suddenly feel a burning sense of danger.


    The hormone secretion of [Gene Seed] and [Song nd] suddenly became disordered, making him flustered and restless.


    It was as if these two super organs were warning him.


    The first time he encountered this situation, Lan En suddenly remembered the warning that Cornicus said casually when he gave him the me of [Spell Fire].


    —Don’t let yourself be burned up in the mes.


    【Spell Fire】is not apletely controble and safe force. It was born in a cruel world.


    ?The World of Fire has always shown a cruel and sacrificial temperament since the first fire appeared and the foundation of the rules wasid down.


    This temperament permeates all aspects, including all kinds of forces. It''s like magic, where youunch your own soul as an attack.


    In Izaris, the birthce of magic, the ancient gods all disappeared because their own mes were out of control.


    So since experiencing the zing sense of crisis, Lan En gave up the n of directly using [Spirit Vision] to observe the fire element interface.


    ?The power of the fire element interface is very strong, even endless.


    ??If a mage imprisons a [Fire Giant], it can be regarded as possessing endless magic power, and can truly move mountains and reim seas.


    And [Fire Giant] is just a naturally born world spirit in the fire element interface.


    ?If Lan En wants to ''see'' this power, and ''understand'' this power, and finally transform his understanding into the fire of magic, he is a bit overestimating his capabilities.


    So simply, he nned to use [spiritual vision] to observe the magic mes created by the mages.


    If you don’t want to be burned clean by your own mes, you must carefully increase the power of the mes.


    ?Although this power is powerful and full of potential, it can also burn yourself if you are not careful.


    The growth of the Spell Fire also confirmed Lan En’s idea.


    When he observed and understood the magical mes in Triss''s hands, this understanding promoted the changes in the magical fire.


    The original spell fire has no exothermic effect at all before the spell is released.


    It is a light and shadow with the shape of a me in the sky.


    But now Lan En can freely control whether the spell fire itself has heat outside the time when the spell is released.


    “Wow~”


    Triss’s fingertips, still wet with sweat, lightly scratched Lan En’s skin.


    There was a hint of surprise and greed in her tone.


    “I feel like you’re getting hotter, honey.”


    “This is just the power of another world.”


    “No matter what it is, let me feel if your whole body is so hot.”