[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

Savman should already be on his way to the capital, and his students...should be having fun with the elves, right?

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.

Imagine the eyes of the elf stained with dirty desire - the king couldn't help trembling.He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, only to realize angrily that there was no reaction from his limp lump.The body of the woman who had been tossed unconscious by him with the fake object was still nestled at his feet, and the king immediately began to feel that the touch of her plump and fair skin made him deeply feel his own years.

He wanted to rip out his skin—the old, wrinkled, grease-filled skin that was beginning to stink of old age.

He wants to see more beautiful things.

Tomorrow's reception, Geralt must be killed.

In extreme sadness, what kind of expression will the elves show? ——Are you stunned?Or is it mixed with grief and indignation?Maybe it was crying bitterly?

No matter which one, the broken heart must be so beautiful that it will be suffocating.

The king hadn't felt this kind of anticipation like a young man for a long time.

He kicked the woman away and poured himself another glass of wine.

***

The king is gathering an army, and he is about to launch a war against the gray elf tribe in the jungle!

Ludovina was very anxious, and her lover Wright gently persuaded her not to worry, "The gray elves are brave and good at fighting, and I will never allow that human to hurt you."

He is a simple and brave elf, and he didn't notice Ludovina's avoidance of him in recent days-yes, she accidentally fell into the miss of Geralt who only had a few encounters, which is definitely a curse !

How to fix this situation—how to solve it—?

She thought about it for a long time before she remembered the strangeness of Elrod Ambatu.

Why did the Vatican elves in the land of the gods suddenly come to the mainland for adult travel?

Ludovina rummaged through many ancient books from the gray elves in the dense forest before confirming her guess.

Elrod Ambatu.An elf loved by the stars.

She tried her best to find out the story of the previous Ambatu - the wizard's prophecy caused Ambatu to collapse and caused a fire, and was eventually hunted down by various forces and fell to death.

The sorcerer's prophecy would bring Ambatu to a breakdown—in a state of rage, Ludovina made a note of this, and formulated her plan—

Gather the necessary characters first: Elrod, Geralt, the king, the great wizard, herself.

Use the wizard's prophecy to drive Elrod into a rage, kill the bastard king - and most of the nobles who are bastards; and before Elrod has grown enough in the dark, she will do it herself Kill Geralt, who doesn't look anything special, so that Elrod dies.

She thought of the happy time she spent wandering outside with her elf mother when she was a child.

Thinking of the king who used the poor girl's chopped-up body to deceive her mother-"Ludovina has been killed by me"-when he died in a silver light in despair.

Thinking of the tolerance and care of the gray elves for her, the poor farmer's family entertained her who escaped from the palace, and the time Wright spent with her.

Think of the king's grim smile.

There can be no war.There must be no war!

——Therefore, for the happiness of more people, in order to eliminate the ultimate evil, the sacrifice of a few people is inevitable.

She whispered, "I'm sorry."

After carefully reviewing the paper on which she wrote the plan, she tore the paper into thin strips and threw them into the firewood in the kitchen to ensure that they were burned to ashes. Then she stood up and straightened her skirt, ready to find The wizard Saweiman approached.

***

Saweiman's talent and achievements are amazing, not to mention that he has not yet tilted towards any nobleman-not even the king.He was aggressive when he was young, and later he was able to dance well among the nobles, and he was able to make amazing breakthroughs in the field of research. Even when the word "wizard" was mentioned on the mainland, anyone would think of him first.

In the past 20 years, he has felt his own limitations and devoted himself to the study of prophecy. It was not until the year before last that he saw through the limitations of the current prophecy. What should be rendered is shown to the wizard.

He started to develop new prophecies, but he hadn't entered the country yet, and the only talented student was taken away by the king.

The elf loved by the stars is certainly interesting—but Savman shook his head and sighed when he thought of the students waiting for the letter in front of the window every day.He cannot prophesy harmful to that elf.In the past few days, he has been trying to spy on the scene in the palace, and he probably understands that it is the king who planned all this——

Then, kill him.

Saveman paused, correcting himself not to be so angry.

Send the king back to the embrace of God.

At night, the earth elves go into the ground to rest, and the guards go into the tavern to drink with the women in the country for a night of pleasure.Savman was sitting in the carriage, and suddenly the curtain was opened—it was Ludovina, the half-elf princess.

"This is...unexpected." Saweiman smiled and said, "May I ask what your Highness Princess is doing here late at night?"

The half-elf princess quickly got to the point, "We don't have much time left, I think you don't want to hurt your students or Elrod. I have a plan, you make a prophecy tomorrow, and I'll talk about the elves The Ambatu recorded in the classics just died of an accident, accusing you of wanting the king to be charged with killing the people of the gods—”

"Oh? Then I accidentally argued with you..."

The princess snatched his words, "Kill the king, kill as many nobles as you like."

"When talking to elders, remember to use honorifics." Saweiman sighed: "Old people often know more things than you can imagine."

Ludovina turned cold, "If you don't want to cooperate with me, your students will be killed immediately at the banquet tomorrow night."

Savman pushed the crystal lens slowly, "I see."

The figure of the half-elf disappeared into the night, Savman shook his head, and added the princess's name to the list of "sent to God's arms".

It seems that this is also one of the initiators of this incident-although I don't know what her purpose is.

But anyway, he didn't agree, did he?

***

When Geralt woke up from his dream the next morning, he realized something was wrong with Elrod.

"what happened?"

When he yawned and questioned, Elrod was just silently thinking about something.

"Elrod?" Geralt called his name again.

Elrod's eyes shifted over, and when he saw Geralt, there was a clear haze, but only for a moment, he calmed down again, stroked Geralt's snow-colored, messy short hair, and kissed him with a smile .

"Good morning, Geralt. The king will hold a banquet tonight, and your teacher Savman will probably come to the capital this afternoon."

"Really..." Geralt noticed his frequent distraction and strange eyes—and he seemed to be very concerned about his hair color, and made up his mind to figure out what was going on—but it wasn’t Now, it's not about asking Elrod directly.He seemed to avoid confronting himself with such emotions, and Geralt didn't want to upset him.

"By the way," Geralt frowned as if suddenly remembering, "Why do you want the teacher to come over for a banquet?"

"Because the hour of prophecy has come."

Elrod answered him softly.

Geralt noticed that he fell into some unknown emotion again, as if he had gazed at the starry sky silently under the starlight on the night they parted many years ago. ——Clearly close at hand, but separated by a transparent wall.

But now it's different.Now, Geralt thought, I can embrace him openly.

Thinking of this, Geralt hugged Elrod and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, even if the worst happens, I'm strong enough."

The elf suddenly stiffened when he heard the word "powerful", and smiled reluctantly: "Yes, I believe in you."

Had the stars told him something?Geralt was extremely troubled—he himself didn't believe in God, nor did he believe in fate, so he couldn't actually feel the fear of fate's oppression.But since this made Elrod uneasy, he had to find a way to solve this matter.

——Have it!

He can think of a way to replace the teacher to make predictions-although Savman didn't let him learn the existing divination skills at all, because he claimed that he was developing a real divination technique-but he learned the retrograde technique well !

Don't they say that elves don't have destiny?The elves born on the holy tree are the purest and original souls, without the pain of reincarnation - so if Elrod is afraid of being seen in the future, then looking back at his past life, it will be like spying on a general elf The future is as blank as ever, isn't it?

Geralt designed the lines after the prophecy for himself, "Elrod is a high elf, not a mediocre human being controlled by fate."

By the way, how to kill the king now?

The teacher is here!He needs to discuss this process with the teacher. When he is making a prophecy to attract the attention of the audience, he can just ask the teacher to cast a spell to kill the king!

***

Even the king's palace, used for a ball, will be crowded with inflated laughter and laughter, showing a cramped feeling.The magnificent palace was brightly lit, the orchestra pit played brisk allegro, and the king walked down the steps slowly with the princess in his arms amidst the fragrant clothes and temple shadows.

The crowd immediately fell silent, but suddenly there was a harsh noise from the harpsichord.The virtuoso crawled to the ground trembling in fear. The king glanced at him and sighed: "The wonderful music has been destroyed like this."

The princess also covered her face and smiled reservedly, so the guards and the musicians left the hall silently.After such a small episode, the king showed a majestic and friendly smile again, and he clapped his hands, "Everyone, please let me introduce today's two distinguished guests—the high elf from the land of the gods, Elrod Al Mbatu; the greatest wizard on the continent, Savman Mitchelson!"

An impassioned tune was played in the orchestra pit, and the people cheered and applauded, welcoming the elves and wizards with their students.

The king cleared his throat again, signaling for everyone to be quiet.He let go of the princess's hand, so the princess smiled slyly and said: "I heard that this noble Vatican elf is a rare person who is loved by the stars - he came to our continent to find the wise The wizard prophesied his fate. As masters, we naturally have to do our best to help him—”

Her violet eyes swept across the smiling Saweiman, and continued: "——So, we are honored to invite the greatest wizard on the continent, His Excellency Saweiman, to make a prophecy for him."

Geralt immediately looked at Elrod——

He thought that Elrod would politely refuse, but he saw that he had fallen into a state of absence, his eyes were blank, his lips were white, as if his heart had been seized by fate.

Geralt's heart sank heavily.

Savman still followed the plan and said elegantly: "...so, my research has found that prophecy is only a very limited thing, and I'm afraid I can't see the fate of the noble elves—"

The princess's smile stiffened.She was about to persuade Savman again, but the king was getting impatient.

Kill Geralt!

"Then let your students make a prophecy." The king looked at the beautiful elf and said meaningfully: "You will make a prophecy, won't you? Young man."

— Just follow the plan.

Geralt heard his own voice answer the king very calmly and calmly, "I am willing to serve the noble king."

A special polygraph formation for prophecy has been prepared—the person standing in the center of this formation will not be able to tell lies, lest there be cunning wizards who ambiguously explain the correct content of the prophecy.

Geralt took a deep breath, walked into the formation, accepted the light of the stars, but silently recited the incantation in his heart.

He thought he was going to see a blank.

But not.

The boy with black hair and black eyes by the stream was tired and hungry, and he spoke to the passing elves——

"Hey, can you get me out?—I'll give you a lot of money!"

Saying so, he hid a sharp-edged stone in the palm of his hand.

The elf glanced at his hand coldly and distantly, "You're lying."