Chapter 1022 The Growth of 1004 Spell Fire

Chapter 1022 1004. The Growth of the Spell Fire

"Now you have to do the thing I asked you to do."

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

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 the last 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, Priscilla, who had been watching Dandelion writing 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 no worse than his. Add me and you will get twice the result with half the effort."

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

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

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

Sure enough, the next moment, Priscilla, who Lan En and Geralt privately nicknamed the 'female version of Dandelion', started arguing with the poet.

"Meet in? Didn't I already interfere when I first came in?"

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

"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."

"As a playwright, you don't see much effect in polishing the story. In other words, you write a few sonnets as lyrics after the plot."

"you!"

In a rare move, Dandelion's face turned red with anger, and he couldn't say anything.

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

"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 famous work is the lyric poem about the demon hunter Geralt."

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

"I didn't believe 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."

Priscilla supported her slender waist with one hand and spread out the other hand to express her speechlessness.

"Do you think that if you provoke me I will agree to let you interfere in my script?"

Dandelion said while the mustache on his lips trembled with anger.

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

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

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

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

So the poet could only cover his face frantically.

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

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

"Leave the script to us and we'll work on it all night tonight."

With her air of grandeur, it seemed like she immediately became the one who spoke and took care of things.

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

"Then leave it to you."

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

"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."

"It's nothing to worry about." Geralt, who had been in contact with Dandelion for a longer time and knew him better, shrugged indifferently. "Dandelion was more proud of his poetry than his philandering."

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

Geralt turned to 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.

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After everything was taken care of, the young witcher followed the sorceress back to her villa in Novigrad.

Fluffy Ball was very energetic, so he climbed to the roof of the villa to practice martial arts.

Inside the villa, the sorceress and the witcher were lying on an animal skin blanket.

In the previous 'intense exchange', Tris's master bed in the villa 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 replace it with new furniture that is durable and comfortable so that she can continue to enjoy it.

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

"We just put blankets 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, speaking in a roundabout way, and gently blew ambiguous hot air into his ear.

Afterwards, the sorceress panted happily.

She lay on Lan En's chest, like a child playing with a toy, with a flame floating on her raised hand.

This was not a special spell, but a relatively basic magic flame, and the next step on this basis was the fireball spell.

Lan En's eyes became deep, looking at the flame in Triss's hand.

The sorceress's other hand was spinning around their hair scattered on the animal skin blanket.

"Just looking at the flame can bring rewards?"

Triss's voice now had a sense of satisfaction and laziness.

"It would be great if learning spells could be so easy."

Her body was shining with a layer of oily sweat, reflecting the warm light of the flame, making her already attractive body appear olive-colored, and her curves looked even wilder.

"No, it's not easy, Triss."

There was a 'bang' on Lan's left hand, and after a slight explosion, a flame rose.

[Fire of Spells].

The spellcasting catalyst of this sorcerer came from the strange world where fire is the foundation of order.

Lan guessed that the mystery of this flame might contain the power of 'shaping life'.

The Great Swamp Spellcaster Cornicus, who gave Lan the flame, once suggested to Lan, the disciple who was about to 'go far away'--

The so-called spell is the worship of fire. Exploring more mysterious flames is very beneficial to the practice of spells.

Since it is a 'mysterious flame', Lan naturally thought of the magicians' fire spells at the first time.

The magicians rely on the chaotic magic extracted and transformed from the four elements of the world to cast spells.

Of course, the fire spell contains the power of the fire element interface.

A single magic flame is tiny and fragile to Lan En, but the nature of the power extracted from the fire element interface remains unchanged.

With Lan En's current level of [Spiritual Vision], he can actually directly glimpse 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] in the fire element interface, roaring and fighting each other inside.

But once he wants to pass on his views on the fire element interface in the world to the Fire of Spells in that state. When he expects this sorcerer's spellcasting catalyst to gain benefits and growth from it.

He will suddenly feel a fierce sense of danger.

The hormone secretion of [Gene Seed] and [Holy Gland] suddenly becomes disordered, making him flustered and restless.

It's as if these two super organs are warning him.

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

- Don't let yourself be burned by the flames.

[Fire of Spells] is not a completely controllable and safe force. It was born in a cruel world.

Since the emergence of the first fire and the establishment of the foundation of rules, the flame world has always presented a temperament of cruel sacrifice.

This temperament permeates all aspects, including various powers. For example, magic is to launch one's own soul as an attack.

In Izalith, the origin of spells, the ancient gods disappeared because their own flames were out of control.

So since experiencing that burning sense of crisis, Lan En gave up the idea of ​​directly using [Spiritual Vision] to observe the fire element interface.

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

If a wizard imprisons a [Fire Giant], it can be regarded as having endless magic power and being able to move mountains and fill the sea in a real sense.

And [Fire Giant] is just a world spirit born naturally 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 Spells, it is a bit too presumptuous.

So he simply planned to use [Spiritual Vision] to observe the magic flames made by the mages.

If he didn't want to be burned by his own flames, he had to carefully increase the power of the flames.

Although this power is powerful and full of potential, it can also burn himself if he is not careful.

The growth of the spell fire also confirmed Lan En's idea.

When he observed and understood the magic flames in Triss's hand, this understanding promoted the change of the spell fire.

The original spell fire had no heat release effect before the spell was released.

It was a light and shadow with the appearance of a flame.

But now Lan En can freely control whether the spell fire itself has heat when the spell is not released.

"Wow~"

Triss's fingertips, still covered with sweat, gently stroked Lan En's skin.

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

"I feel you're getting hot, dear."

"This is just the power of another world."

"Whatever it is. Let me feel whether your whole body is so hot."