Chapter 235

By the time the chaos ended and the entire camp returned to calm, Wayne had already left that place and arrived at a hill a few kilometers away.

Here, the elf sorceress Francesca was hiding within a small, concealed barrier, her brows tightly furrowed, holding a crystal ball in both hands, with a magic array flickering in front of her body, lost in thought.

Seeing Wayne enter, her brows relaxed slightly, and then she said with a tone of confusion: "I am curious, Wayne, what means did you use to achieve such an effect?"

"This earthquake came half a month earlier than my prophecy, and both the magnitude and the epicenter have changed. Logically speaking, a natural disaster of this scale should be very difficult to influence through magic or human power."

"Moreover, I didn't see you do anything special; just a series of coincidences caused the entire camp to fall into extreme chaos."

Wayne shrugged, not offering an explanation, but instead asked:

"How is Henselt? I only saw him being protected and taken away by those sorcerers. To avoid any accidents, I didn't force a lethal strike on him."

Seeing Wayne deflect the question and having no intention of being honest, Francesca's eyes dimmed slightly, but she did not pursue it. Instead, she revealed a beautiful smile and said: "The situation is even smoother than we anticipated, or perhaps one could say we are lucky."

"Sheala has already reported the situation to the Supreme Council. Although treated by those sorcerers, Henselt's brain has suffered severe damage; it is unknown when he will wake up."

"If he never wakes up, then the fate of Kaedwen will be even more chaotic than we imagined. This country cannot allow a person who remains in a coma to be king, but he has left no will, nor does he have any heirs. Even if others want to fight for the throne, they have no strong claim and cannot obtain recognition regarding succession rights."

"And even if someone could defeat other competitors and obtain the throne, as long as Henselt is alive for one day, there is a possibility he could be toppled from the throne at any time."

"This country is destined to be in a state of considerable chaos for the next ten years or so."

After listening to Francesca's analysis, Wayne nodded.

He had also been very confused; according to Henselt's luck of negative twenty, no matter how unlucky he was, a natural disaster and an earthquake shouldn't have happened together; a luck of negative twenty shouldn't go that far.

However, considering his own luck was over thirty, as his enemy, Henselt might be affected by that luck, becoming even more unfortunate through the addition and subtraction.

At the same time, this earthquake was meant to happen, but it was triggered early due to King Henselt's status and his own bad luck. As for the reason for triggering this earthquake, he was not yet clear.

Thus, Wayne asked the elf sorceress: "Where has the epicenter of this earthquake shifted to, and do you know the reason?"

Upon hearing this, Francesca lowered her head to look at the crystal ball in her hands, a silvery-white light flashing in her eyes, and the crystal ball grew brighter and brighter, though it was unclear what image it was displaying.

After a few dozen seconds, the elf sorceress's brows furrowed slightly, and she took an exquisite map of the Kingdom of Kaedwen from her side, placed it in front of Wayne, and pointed to a mountain range about a dozen kilometers from the capital, Ban Ard, saying: "The epicenter should be around here. This earthquake is quite strange; the area involved is quite small, the destruction is quite concentrated, yet the magnitude within the area is quite high. According to my prophecy, the mountain range where the epicenter is located seems to have been shaken open with a huge fissure, and the entire terrain has undergone a great change."

"As for the cause of the earthquake, it is also very strange; it seems that the Magic Node there experienced intense fluctuations, and a large amount of magic tide caused damage deep underground, though the specific reason is unknown."

"I'm afraid that this level of magic fluctuation will soon be reported to the Sorcerers Brotherhood, and there should be specialists sent to investigate."

Francesca's voice was very pleasant, both soft and full of poetic rhythm, but as she explained, she did not notice the strange look flashing in Wayne's eyes.

Yes, looking at the location of the epicenter on the map and the reason Francesca gave for the earthquake being intense magic fluctuations, a flash of realization suddenly dawned in his heart.

Because this location was exactly the space rift that Wayne had not sealed, which connected to the Diablo world.

He had originally thought about using this rift to release some monsters to add some chaos to the Kingdom of Kaedwen and add a little chaos to this world, perhaps hoping to change the fate of this world where monsters were becoming fewer and witchers were gradually being eliminated.

The Diablo world is a very interesting world. In that world, all the monsters that appear in the real world are projections of hell's power, not physical existences, and their strength is not very powerful. Even if they are eliminated, they will be reborn after a period of time.

Therefore, in that world, as long as the monster entities in hell are not eliminated, monsters will appear endlessly, slowly wearing down the vital forces of all resistance armies.

Perhaps, because of his luck and King Henselt's misfortune, the two combined made the thing he thought of happen as he wished, and the power of the Diablo world influenced this world.

Having figured out the reason, Wayne's expression no longer had any fluctuations; he just explained a little to Francesca, saying: "Don't worry, no one can see through my means. I have a mysterious item in my hand that can invisibly bestow great misfortune upon the people I want."

"This kind of misfortune is not magic, nor is it any kind of energy; relying on the means of sorcerers, it cannot be detected."

"It is impossible for anyone to discover that this matter has anything to do with me."

"And this kind of misfortune will last for a period of time; I think Henselt has no chance of waking up."

Hearing Wayne's explanation, Francesca raised her head, met his gaze with eyes as clear as a lake, and then revealed a bright smile, saying:

"That is good. Thank you, Wayne. Because of your efforts, the situation has developed in the direction most favorable to the elf race."

As Francesca's voice fell, a system notification sound reached Wayne's ears.

Ding! Master-level task, 【The Situation in Kaedwen】 has been completed.

Obtained: 450 experience points, Master-level Treasure Chest *1.

Ding! Experience is full, level increased, current level is 13.

Wayne (20 years old) Profession: Witcher Level: 13 (53/1300)

Ability Values: 4 attribute points: Strength 44, Agility 38, Constitution 37, Spirit 39.

Skills: Swordplay LV10, Signs LV10, Mutation LV10, Gwent LV10.

Special Bloodline: Elder Blood (Primary Unsealing), Advanced Unsealing requires 30 ability points.

Bloodline Power: Blink, Source, Dimensional Travel.

Subsidiary Skills: Archery LV5, Cooking LV10, Planting LV4, Alchemy LV5, Riding LV7, Blacksmithing LV5, Alchemy LV5, Taming LV8, Spellcasting LV3, Magic Knowledge LV3, Divine Blessing LV2.

After a string of notification sounds ended, Wayne nodded with satisfaction in his heart. Of course, he didn't do such an event with huge influence for nothing. Besides getting a Master-level task from the elf sorceress, there must have been additional transactions.

He reached out his finger to lift Francesca's beautiful chin and said with a slightly frivolous tone: "No need to rush to thank me, my lady. I didn't do this for nothing. You must not forget that you owe me a request. As long as it doesn't violate your principles, any request will do."

Francesca's face was a bit flushed; she reached out to swat away Wayne's finger and said with some reproach:

"I didn't say that, Wayne. I only promised you that when you need help, as long as it doesn't violate the interests of the elf race, I will lend you a helping hand."

Wayne laughed upon hearing this and said nonchalantly:

"It means the same thing."

"Alright, the trouble in Kaedwen is temporarily resolved, and I have things to do. If there is any news later, use the communicator to contact me."

"I think that with Henselt having such an incident, the Kingdom of Kaedwen's evil deeds against non-human races will also temporarily subside. You should hurry up and persuade more people to leave; don't wait until the moment is at hand to think of a way."

"If there is a place where the identity of Dandelion is needed, we will discuss it again."

Francesca covered her mouth and smiled, just nodding quietly, watching Wayne leave the invisible barrier, his figure gradually disappearing into this hill.

And she remained quietly sitting in the previous position, holding the crystal ball in both hands, her expression serene, wondering what she was thinking about.

After about a few minutes, a beautiful elf with long red hair, deep blue eyes, and wearing a light yellow dress gradually appeared behind Francesca.

This elf had a tall and slender figure and a beautiful appearance, but her expression was very indifferent, her eyes deep, and her whole body exuded a cold and ruthless temperament that kept strangers at a distance.

She was the elf Sage of the Aen Seidhe race, Ida Emean aep Sivney, who had long resided in the Blue Mountains and was known as the Knower. She was an existence whose spellcasting ability was even stronger than Francesca's, and she could almost be considered the strongest elf sorceress in the Wizard World.

She is now the most powerful and secretive existence among all Aen Seidhe elves, secretly protecting the entire race and continuing the survival of the race.

Don't look at her as still having the appearance of a beautiful young girl now, but Ida Emean had already been a pivotal elf Sage in the race before the elf race landed on this planet. Her actual age might have already reached tens of thousands of years, and she is a personal observer who has witnessed the history of the elves.

After Ida appeared, Francesca's movement of stroking the crystal ball paused slightly, she pursed her lips, controlled her tone, and asked as plainly as possible: "Did he notice your existence, Ida?"

The elf Sage was expressionless, just shook her head faintly, and said: "He did not. Although his senses are quite keen, his control over magic is still too immature; it is impossible for him to discover my existence."

Francesca felt a slight relief in her heart. If Wayne discovered that there was a third person beside the two, he would definitely be very angry. The current elf sorceress valued this fellow clansman very much and did not want to have any conflict with him in any aspect.

While she re-cast the remote observation magic to observe Henselt's situation, she asked: "You requested to observe Wayne at close range, and I satisfied your request. Did you see anything, Ida?"

Hearing Francesca's question, Ida's expression remained unchanged, but her tone rose slightly, and she said:

"I've seen enough; he is indeed somewhat different."

Although Ida's tone was almost without waves, Francesca, who had been her partner for a long time, could still hear some strangeness. This was a very rare thing, so she asked with great interest:

"Oh, can you tell me, compared to ordinary elves, what is different about Wayne?"

Ida turned her head slightly, looked at Francesca, and said in a flat voice: "He has the bloodline of the Elder Blood in his body, and the concentration is not low. He can already be cultivated as an elf Sage."

"Moreover, his physical fitness is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, probably already reaching six or seven times that of ordinary humans. Even among witchers, there shouldn't be such a powerful physical fitness."

"I can see several different powers in him, coming from different magic systems. He should have already traveled through other worlds, and many of the magic items on his body have the shadows of other magic civilizations."

"Most importantly, he is still very young, and his genes are full of vitality. Although he was transformed into a witcher, which has an impact on fertility, as long as some more transformations are carried out, he should still be able to produce offspring."

Speaking of this, Ida's eyes met Francesca's, and her flat tone seemed to carry a hint of teasing:

"You seem to have a good impression of him. If you want to produce offspring with him, I will not object."

"He should be the one with the most powerful genes and bloodline among the existing male elves, and unlike ordinary male elves, he is more ambitious and more aggressive. If the two of you give birth to a child, it will be more beneficial to the survival of our race."

"I will also consider producing some children with him to see if our offspring can go further in the talent of the Elder Blood, appear with an atavistic effect, and make the power of the Elder Blood go further."

(End of this chapter)