Chapter 689 - Fishing in Troubled Waters (2/2)

One had to know that Thanedd Island was built by the elves with magic. It was a place that was specifically raised for sorcerers, by sorcerers. There was a sorceress academy on the island. The island was connected to Gors Velen by a bridge.

From a distance, Thanedd Island looked like the base of a gigantic stone column stuck into the seabed, a huge ziggurat encircled by a spirally twisting road and zigzagging steps and terraces. The terraces were green with groves and gardens, and protruding from the greenery — which clung to the rocks like swallows’ nests — rose soaring white towers and the ornate domes of groups of buildings framed by cloisters. They seemed to have been carved directly from the mountain’s rocky slopes.

At the peak of the island was The Tower of the Gull, Tor Lara, which had a portal inside of it. The island itself was actually hollow. It could be accessed from the sea via the underground passages, which was a certainly stealthier way compared to land.

Olivia passively watched the various forces mess up the famous Sorceress Academy. Apart from the main section of the academy, most of the other places like Garstang Palace and Loxia Palace were no longer functioning. Olivia, who had long awaited this day, sent her people to work and together, they moved the precious magical knowledge back to Kaer Morhen.

However, as she was busy with things, Olivia had neglected Cirilla. Even so, she had enough faith in Cirilla’s personal strength.

Of course, Geralt was also present when the Thanedd coup happened. To protect Cirilla, Geralt got into a fight with Vilgefortz that ended up with his right leg smashed.

Vilgefortz excelled at both magic and melee. Geralt stood no chance against him!

He actually broke Geralt’s leg with a single staff!

At that moment, Geralt learned that this Vilgefortz was his mortal enemy!

Before the clash, they had a verbal exchange of philosophy…

“When you think, you have to look at the sky, then the stars. Don’t mistake the stars reflected in the pond at night for those in the sky,” he had said to Geralt.

It turned out that he had accompanied Francesca Findabair to the Thanedd ball which was held before the meeting. He looked no more than thirty-five at that time. He was tall and well-built. He wore a short jerkin of a knightly cut – but without a coat of arms. It did not help that he was also fiendishly handsome. Even though the blue-eyed, amazingly beautiful Francesca Findabair was next to him, he still stood out.

He had invited Geralt to visit the gallery with him where they had a philosophical exchange, hinting that Geralt should hand Cirilla over to him.

In the subsequent Thanedd coup, Philippa Elhardt believed that he had colluded with Nilfgaard and had accused him of treason. Vilgefortz was then placed in dimeritium shackles. However, because someone used magic to break the shackles, he broke free and had tried to capture Cirilla. On his way, he encountered Geralt. Vilgefortz did not resort to magic. Instead, he had attacked Geralt with a staff. In two moves, Vilgefortz easily defeated the veteran witcher. Following that, he broke Geralt’s leg but left him alive. He then continued to go after Ciri.

Vilgefortz never accounted for one thing. Another obstacle stood in his way. It was actually Olivia, his former apprentice who had robbed the island of its knowledge as chaos ensued on its surface.

“Teacher, long time no see,” Olivia said with a smile, bowing courteously. Both her hands were empty, and her smile was beautifully cold.