Chapter 1428 1400 Deterrence

Chapter 1428 1400. Deterrence

Triss did not refuse Lan's request, or rather, she did not have the strength to refuse now.

So she just smiled foolishly and pushed Lan's chest, pushing his leaning body away, as if to remind him to pay attention to the occasion.

But after this push, the roaring bear head pendant on the demon hunter's neck became quiet again, as if he felt nothing.

Then, without Triss's mental defense, Lan suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

This was the feeling of chaos magic entering his brain in the form of telepathy.

The warlocks still did not know much about the demon hunter group, even though the research on demon hunters had become more detailed and in-depth since Lan appeared.

But they still did not know that the difference between demon hunters and ordinary people was that their bodies, like cats and snakes, could sense the invasion of chaos magic.

Even the demon hunter himself might not remember such tiny characteristics and features, and would only suddenly remember them when something really happened.

Lan, who already felt a slight tingling on his scalp, was still smiling, as if he didn't feel anything.

It was just that at a level that ordinary people, even warlocks, could not observe, Lan's warm and round, almost overflowing [body light] was slightly dimmed by his control.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but those candles that were originally made by magic and spread throughout the hall. Those candles that far exceeded the lighting capacity of normal candles seemed to flicker collectively for a short time in an instant.

Although the lighting immediately returned to normal after that illusion-like moment, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was inexplicably wrong.

Originally, a large number of people formed small circles according to their interpersonal relationships and familiarity. Although they all lowered their voices, the voices of so many people were still gathered into a noisy, but lively and energetic buzz.

But after that moment, no matter how close the two people talking were, the sound of their conversation suddenly became distant, vague, and lonely.

On the tall walls on both sides, the narrow and tall colored glass was letting in air, and the white gauze curtains that were blown up by the windows seemed to have a dreamlike sense of emptiness and erraticness under the moonlight and candlelight.

Am I dreaming now?

Many people suddenly felt a little inconsistent in their minds, and then they had this question.

And this sense of emptiness like falling into a dream is still increasing, as if people will sink into a quiet and deep dream in the next moment.

"Woo wow!" *N

Several sudden retching sounds sounded like awakening in this inexplicably quiet environment.

People who were originally a little bit sinking in the sense of emptiness suddenly woke up.

They blinked their eyes in a daze, then realized that in this huge hall, there were more than a dozen sorcerers who were eating, drinking, and chatting just now, and now it seemed that their brain stems were hit.

Their hands and feet were waving uncontrollably, and they fell down, and then the feeling of vomiting was transmitted from the nerve center to the esophagus.

Fortunately, they had only eaten a little before the banquet to avoid being rude, otherwise they would have vomited all over the floor.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if their minds were still stuck somewhere.

The people who were chatting around them were startled and exclaimed and dodged. So the sudden action attracted another round of exclamations.

The banquet, which had been silent for a moment, became noisy again.

It was not until many waiters and acquaintances of those who fell to the ground and retched came up to ask about their well-being that their scattered pupils finally showed some signs of regaining consciousness.

Most people present seemed to be unaware of the sudden and strange feeling of sleep just now, or they subconsciously didn't want to notice it, and almost ignored it.

There were only a few people in the entire banquet hall, frowning as if they realized that the feeling just now was not right.

The sudden feeling came and went quickly, and people's brains quickly ignored it.

The warlocks in the banquet were frightened by the fact that more than a dozen people lost control of their bodies and vomited at the same time just now.

But soon, those dozen people slowly came back to their senses.

And at the same time, they claimed that they didn't know what happened. They seemed to want to blame their embarrassment on Aretuza's banquet food and drinks.

But when Margarita passed by them "accidentally" with a self-service plate with oysters and prawns on it, even these words were held back in their stomachs.

In the end, they only said that it was their own physical reasons.

It was a storm, but it was not worth going to any more trouble at the banquet.

Everyone was surprised at first, but then they still had to focus on the most important socializing.

As for Lan, he calmly drank the sparkling wine in his hand, and the roaring bear head pendant on his neck was truly motionless at this time.

And his body no longer felt the stimulating invasion of chaos magic.

No one wanted to delve into what happened just now, but it didn't mean that everyone was stupid.

There were countless powerful warlocks in the hall, who couldn't feel those telepathic veins?

I just wanted to observe from a distance how this legendary demon hunter would react to the obscure and secret magic, and whether he could even feel it.

But the result is obvious.

The telepathy of those warlocks was clearly seen by others.

But no one could understand Lan En's counterattack.

That was not magic, and even those observers in secret could not be sure whether it was really happening under their noses.

All they knew was that the test in the field of telepathy began, and then it ended suddenly.

All the guys who dared to invade the body of the demon hunter with their thoughts showed those symptoms in an instant.

The evidence is not important, the result is obvious.

This demon hunter is not just a reckless man with "strong fighting power" as rumored. He has a way with magic, a way that people can't understand.

I don't know if this method has anything to do with Aretuza, but just knowing this is enough to make many people at the banquet calm down.

"Okay." At the edge of the hall, a man who was tall and strong, but still a normal human compared to Lan En, moved his lips, looking like he wanted to tilt his head and spit.

But looking at the luxurious marble floor of Aretuza Palace, which was so spotless that it reflected people's shadows, he swallowed it back silently.

But he didn't stop talking. He was a tall and strong man, but his voice was not loud and his tone was not rough.

"As soon as the banquet started, one of our response plans was directly invalidated."

He said to the witch beside him.

"According to you: I don't understand what's going on at all."

"If even you can't do it, who else can enter his head to complete the hypnosis and let him work for us for a short time? Or at the minimum, don't interfere with our next arrangements, just sleep, Philippa?"

"Originally, I didn't think this plan was feasible at all." The witch took a sip of the wine glass calmly and said, "He is a demon hunter, he won't feel much discomfort if he puts demonic metal on himself, you really should fire the staff who drafted the plan for you."

"Can demon hunters touch demonic metal?" The fat man touched his round head with only stubble left, and whispered, "This is the first time I've heard of this! Damn, this kind of small feature keeps emerging!"

The witch with a big opening on her chest glanced at the strong man beside her with boredom.

She knew that Dijkstra might not have fully understood all the little features of the demon hunter group, but he couldn't miss the magic resistance gold.

The strong man was just acting, acting as if he was a careless person.

But whoever really believed it would be really unlucky.

Facing the sidelong glance of his female companion, Dijkstra, the intelligence chief of the Kingdom of Redania, had no reaction.

The two of them had slept together for a while in order to form a political alliance in the political situation of Redania, but later he learned that Philippa had been uninterested in men for a long time.

Logically speaking, with the sorceress's figure and skills in bed, he shouldn't feel at a disadvantage.

But every time Dijkstra thought that Philippa could force herself to go to bed and make love with a person with a different sexual orientation in order to consolidate her power, the intelligence chief would feel disgusted.

The psychological disgust made him lose interest even when he faced Philippa's naked and enchanting appearance.

He was not disgusted by the other party's sexual orientation. He was frightened by this desire for power.

But outside, no one could see that there was any rift between the two men in private.

"One plan has been aborted." Dijkstra said calmly, "What next? I think we might as well go to his house and talk openly."

"Can you trust him?" Philippa turned her head and looked at her male companion, "I am surprised that you still have the ability to trust others?"

"What else can we do?" Dijkstra showed a bored smile on his face, "What can we do to deal with him? Do we really have to try the most outrageous plan? Find a few more sorceresses and let them toss and turn in bed all night? Where can we find them?"

"There are many sorceresses, and they all want to sleep with him." Philippa said coldly, which should be ambiguous. "Look at his appearance and body, and the horny faces of those sorceresses."

"I bet that if he nods, those guys will open their legs on the cold stone as if they took aphrodisiacs."

"The sorceresses are easy to deal with, but will he be willing?" Dijkstra shrugged. "Look at the Duke's appearance, he handles this banquet with ease. You can tell at a glance that he is here for business."

"If you say that he has many lovers and can fool around in bed for days, I'm sure Believe. But now is not a normal time. "

Dijkstra's smile was a little serious: "This doesn't look like a person whose brain is controlled by his pants. Besides, the things in his pants look very high-end."

"Don't just raise questions, Dickstra." Philippa rolled her eyes at him again in annoyance, "Vizmir definitely didn't send you here to say discouraging words, use your noble brain! Think of a solution for the kingdom!"

"In any case, do I need to tell you the truth that there is no turning back after shooting the arrow?"