Another heavy downpour at once covered Velen, Novigrad and Oxenfurt. Pontar from the regular rains was already crowded and threatened to flooded the posts that remained from the war times. I, Tsiri, Geralt and Shani sat in the Oxenfurd house and discussed the last one received from Andrew.
- And ... Do you believe that? - I asked my interlocutors. - In a staff that is able to massively subordinate monsters?
- I saw things more strange than this staff. - Answered Geralt. - And if we are talking about Philip Eylhart, I would not be surprised at the presence of a philosopher’s stone or bomb of a destroying world.

“And she seemed to have gotten you a lot ...” She noticed Shani.
“She got all of Renta.” - I grumbled. - Half of our army blames her for the paranoia of King Radovid ...
“Well, let's say she’s not alone to blame.” - objected Geralt. “But the fact that Philip is now completely desperate is the absolute truth. As far as I know, Dijkstra had only one demand for the Enchanters, the expulsion of Philippe Eilhart to which they agreed for the common good. I didn’t know how her fate was formed, but they hadn’t heard anything about her since the day of her exile, which meant at least that she couldn’t settle at any court, which Dijkstra was probably unspeakably happy about.
“And why did Philip so annoy our Chancellor?” - I asked.
- She betrayed him. - explained Shani. - Mean, low and quite in her style.
- And where is it now to look for ... - I lowered the head of Ciri. “I understand that if she conceived all this, she probably took care of a dignified shelter ...”

“What about Dijkstra?” - Asked Shani. - He probably all her secret refuges da-a-avno declassified ...
- The Chancellor is now in Lower Markhia. - I remembered. - There are negotiations with General Zyvik ...
- Wait ... General Zyvik? - Geralt was surprised. - This is when he managed to become a general?
- When King Henselt died during the invasion of Redania in Kaedven, the whole army of his country rallied around Zyvik. - I explained. - Kaedven was then between the hammer and the anvil on the one side of Redania, on the other Nilfgaard and everyone wants to hang their banners over him. In spite of the victory over Aedirnom, and the recognition of Kaedwen's territory as the lower markhya, the death of King Henselt deprived his troops of morale and Zyvik decided to take the side of the invader, then it would be better to let the invader from the Northern Kingdoms than from the Nilfgaard Empire. He is now General of the Redanskaya Army and heads the former Kaedwen troops. But these negotiations mean that the situation there has deteriorated again, and given that the lion’s share of Redan’s army is made up of the former soldiers of Kaedwen, much and much depends on their results ...

- I already know their results. - objected Geralt. - Either Zyvik will swear allegiance to Dijkstre ... Either he dies "at the hands of the killer sent by the Nilfgaard Empire."
- The death of General Zyvik is likely to lead to the uprising of the former army Kaedvena. - I objected. - Kendrick was once an officer of King Henselt, and he said that it was General Zyvik who was holding back his soldiers hoping to bargain for the former Kaedwen territory as best possible conditions of life without starting a civil war.
“Ah ...” Ciri stammered. - You took part in the invasion ...

- Do not remind me of this! - I sharply interrupted witcher. - Until now, sick ... Nilfgaard Empire is fixed on the territory of Temeria and Aedirna, and we are fighting the allied Kaedven!
Ciri silently put her hand on my shoulder, I looked thankfully into the witch eyes.
“If someone knows something about Philippa's affairs, then this is a member of the Wizard's Lodge.” - Tore us off looking at the voice of Geralt.
“Of them, very, very few survived ...” Shani lowered her eyes. - And to the survivors is not easy to get.
“That's right ...” Geralt nodded. - Keira Metz died at the stake of Radovid, Triss is now Kovir's royal adviser, Fringilla Vigo’s trail was lost on the territory of the Nilfgaard Empire ... However, as far as I know, Margarita Lo-Antille is rebuilding the magic schools destroyed by Radovid.

“You know too much about the Wizard's bed ...” She looked suspiciously at the witch Shani.
- Stop doing that. - Geralt dismissed. - Purely professional interest.
- Okay. - I crossed my arms on Shani's chest. - But you know as well as I do that I can be not only kindly ...
- Yes, the sorceress before you grow and grow ... - Geralt chuckled. - This is what Wim Vivaldi is actively making money on restoring the magic schools and the whole economy of Redania. Ask him where Margarita Lo-Antille is now.
- Yes, we ask something ... - Stretched Ciri. - Are you here at least not for a long time getting out of bed, eh?

- Would not get out ... - The witcher grumbled. - Yes, you do not give!
- Geralt! - Shani exclaimed a bit naggingly, slapping the witcher with a palm on the shoulder.
Vivaldi Bank quite successfully survived the third war between the North and the Nilfgaard Empire and now actively used the chaos in Redania for their own enrichment. Its owner quite easily agreed to accept us as soon as he heard the name Geralt.
- Nice to see you, Ciri! “A redman greeted us as soon as we crossed the threshold of his office.” “And you must be Henry, if I was given your name correctly ...”

- There is no place more correct. - nodded Ciri. - How are you doing here?
- I do not complain! - grinned Vivaldi. - The case is booming!
- Visible! - laughed Ciri. - I recovered by almost a kilogram!
- Bullshit! - Objected Vivaldi. - Eight hundred grams maximum!
- Well, yes, yes, yes ... - I looked up to the ceiling of Ciri. - Financial genius, but you don't know your own weight, huh? And where do you know Margarita Lo-Antille or ...
- No what or! - exclaimed Vivaldi. - She is now in Novigrad, and more precisely in the school of magic that is being built on the site of the old headquarters of the Witch Hunters!

- Great place! - laughed Ciri.
- And in my opinion is symbolic. - I objected. - Maybe this way ...
- Yes, I did not mean the old building, but the place itself! - Exclaimed Ciri. - Although ... Maybe the truth is worth the symbolism. Let's go check?
Construction was in full swing. The traces of the old fire were almost completely destroyed, and the new building clearly stood out against the surrounding buildings. Margarita critically inspected the building and it was clear that she was clearly not in awe of him.
- Cyril? - Noticed witch Margaret. “Have you seen what these, if I may say so, builders are doing here?” They are not something that the school of magic, the soldiers' barracks cannot be trusted to build!
- Why did you then agree to its construction? - Asked Ciri.
“Dijkstra wants to show in this way that in Redania they will now learn magic, and not hunt witches.” - Margarita sighed. - I agree with him on this, but this “school” ... Although ... If the plan works, I guess I can even tolerate it!

- Let's hope for the best, yes? - philosophically said Ciri. - We can talk in a more ... Calm place?
- Of course! - Margarita nodded. - Follow me...
House of the Sorceress was clearly prepared better school. After listening to the story of Ciri, Margarita thought for a while, and then left not for long and returned with another enchantress.
- Corina Tilly, Oneromancy. Henry, soldier of the Redanskaya Army. - Margarita introduced us to each other. “She will help us find Philip.”
- onero ... Who? - I asked.
- Neuromancy is the magical art of reading the past and the future of dreams. - Explained Ciri. - Not bad idea. But the Oneromancers need someone to watch the dreams they cause ...

- Well then, come on you. - I suggested. - You know about magic more than me ...
- I think it would be better. - Corin nodded. - Ciri ... are you ready?
“As if I say no, something will change drastically.” - sigh witch. - Go ahead, do it!
Tsiri and Korina settled down comfortably and within a minute, thanks to the magic of the Oneire girl, they fell asleep. Suddenly, Corina pierced a shiver that began to grow rapidly.
- That is how it should be? - I asked Margarita.
“No ...” muttered the sorceress. - Not at all! It seems that Philip does not like that we climb into her business ... Damn!

Margarita abruptly raised her hands and enveloped Corina in a bluish cloud. The shudder subsided but continued to grow.
- Damn, damn, damn ... - Margaret swore. - Well, no, I will not let Philip defeat himself!
With a quick flick of the wrist, she teleported my armor and Corina’s dress to the corner of the room. And after not letting me even be surprised, my cock stuck in my mouth quickly made him take a fighting stance. Having finished with my phallus, Margarita literally attacked Corina’s pussy, forcing her, in spite of her trembling, to make a moan.
- Insert it! - Margarita exclaimed. - Quickly! I do not know how much more I can support it!
I nodded and aimed into Corin's pussy. Oneromancer moaned. Despite her dream, her pussy gently wrapped her arms around me and I started to fuck Korina. I sped up. Oneuroman in a dream clung to the bed pillowcase.
“Philippe doesn't give up ...” Margarita murmured. - Her persistence was always not to occupy ... But we'll see who wins! Get out of it for a while!

After I did this, the Enchantress turned Korina on her back and with some sort of magic made her anus shine with grease. I understood her idea and quickly put Corina in the ass. She screamed. Margarita nodded to me and I quickly began to fuck Corina's anus under her screaming.
- Cum in it. - Margarita said supporting her spell. - Come on!
Here Corina's anus sharply shrank in a fit of orgasm, and I forcefully pushed my dick deep into the ass of the Oneromancer and filled it with my sperm.
- Victory? - I looked at Margarita.
“This time, yes ...” The sorceress nodded carefully after examining Corina. “It seems Phillippe has forgotten that she is not at all invincible!”

Having agreed, Margarita again took my dick in her mouth and gently licked off the remnants of sperm, and then began to lick his tongue playing with the head and soon he was ready for battle again.
- Listen, I just reflected the most difficult spell! - Margarita caught my eye on herself. “Give me some distraction, eh?”
A couple of times after holding the tongue in my member, the sorceress finally wet it with her saliva. After teleporting her clothes, she sat down in a chair, clasped her knees with her hands and spread her arms, opening access to her already oiled ass.
I decided not to miss such a chance put a member to the entrance of her ass and slowly introduced it. And then he began to fuck Margarita's ass listening to the Sorceress's moans. Grabbing Margarita's breasts, I sharply kissed her, the Enchantress responded to the kiss, intertwining with my tongues. Margarita grabbed my ass, setting the pace. Soon the Anus The Enchantress squeezed my cock with force, but this time I restrained the release of sperm and after waiting a little I continued to fuck Margarita's ass. It lasted not too long and I ended up having caused a second strong orgasm in the Enchantress.

Having translated the spirit we got dressed, Margarita at the same time brought Corin in order. Five minutes later, Oneuromanka and Ciri woke up.
- Are you okay? - I asked them.
- It seems yes. - Cautiously said Corina lightly touching her ass. - And what ...
“Philippe tried to stop us, but I didn't let her do it.” - explained Margarita. - Then I will tell you the details. Cyril, did you manage to find out the necessary information?
- Yes. - nodded Ciri. “Philip was in Novigrad and made some kind of deal with Birna, the wife of the late King of the Skelliga Bran Islands. I don’t know the details, but it seems that Byrne helped Philippe with something, and for that she promised to get rid of Hjalmar and Keris en Kraytov. And one more thing ... The staff that is now with Philippa ... I managed to find out its name. Thirst ... Thirst for Power.