Lance remained calm but was curious about what she had discerned.
"What is the result?"
"An on." Amanda looked up at Lance and slowly enunciated the word.
"Can you be more specific?"
"The results of the divination are very..." Amanda began to say, but then she stopped midway and changed her statent. "I don’t know what action you’re planning, but I advise you to cancel it."
Damn it! Always speaking in half-finished sentences! These mystical folks just love playing the riddler.
Lance was sowhat displeased, yet her warning couldn’t help but raise doubts in his mind. What Reynard and the others had said did make so sense; the information was overly simplistic.
It wasn’t that he doubted Geralt, but could those camps be a trap? Were they staying there deliberately, waiting to lure him and his troops over? What tricks could the Progenitor have up his sleeve? What kind of trap could he set?
Lance ticulously recalled the plot of that ga... What plot? It was cramd with a mishmash of mods, and he couldn’t quite rember the original storyline, only a few main quests.
Why hadn’t the Progenitor waged all-out war against him? Of course, the Progenitor must have believed he hadn’t been exposed and worried that any overt actions would attract attention from the Church or others. That’s why he had always used proxies—whether bandits, witches, or wizards—all were indirectly controlled. And all the while, the Progenitor had been developing in the background, constantly expanding the power of the Ascension Sect to strengthen himself. Of course, it was also because the Progenitor himself craved more battles, more death. Given that the Progenitor didn’t want to act personally, what ans would he employ against him?
Lance pondered back and forth but still couldn’t co up with many possibilities. However, Amanda seed to perceive the aning behind his contemplation.
"I advise you to give up. My divinations have never been wrong."
"There’s a first ti for everything," Lance said with a grin. "Maybe this ti you guessed wrong."
He had been sowhat ambivalent, but Amanda’s words had inadvertently reminded him. He was a pragmatist; his logic was very straightforward. If his left eye twitched, it ant wealth was coming his way, a sign of good fortune. If his right eye suddenly twitched a few tis—to hell with that feudal superstition about the right eye heralding disaster. Any strategy is a joke in the face of absolute power. If the Progenitor wanted a fight, then they’d see who was stronger. Amanda’s words weren’t even as credible as Geralt’s. It was fine to listen for amusent, but taking them seriously would be folly. Moreover, the operation was about to comnce. He couldn’t possibly announce an action one second and cancel it the next because of a witch’s words; that would be a massive blow to his prestige.
Upon hearing Lance’s response, Amanda knew he didn’t believe her. Already disgruntled from being taken advantage of, she was now even more irritated.
"Well, I’ve warned you. Whether you listen or not is up to you. But you’d better release before you go, just in case you don’t make it back."
"Hand it over," Lance said, not answering her directly but instead holding out his hand for the cards.
"TSK." Amanda pursed her lips and tossed the cards to him.
However, when Lance caught them, it wasn’t over. He emphasized, "One is missing. Hurry up and take it out."
Lance knew these weren’t ordinary cards but items imbued with extraordinary powers. Amanda’s act of hiding a card made him suspect her prophecy was rely a ploy to disrupt his actions and create an opportunity for her to escape. Dealing with these Romani was never simple; Tamara was like that, and so was Amanda. Both were deeply scheming.
"My interpretation of the prophecy is not wrong." Amanda, though exposed by Lance, still refused to admit it, trying to steer the conversation back to the prophecy. Her earnest expression was surprisingly persuasive.
"Are you going to take it out yourself, or shall I help you?" Lance paid her no mind, his gaze locking directly on the focal point. Quite well-endowed, indeed.
"You’re just looking for an excuse to molest !" Amanda cried out, noticing his gaze, her emotions flaring as she accused him. "I actually had a good impression of you, thinking you were a graceful noble. I never expected you to be this kind of person!"
"I respect you, but that doesn’t an I’m a fool," Lance said, reaching unhesitatingly toward that abyss-like crevice.
Any fool could see she was trying to flatter him and then morally blackmail him. Unfortunately for her, Lance wasn’t burdened by such morals.
Watching his hand steadily approach, Amanda’s expression shifted several tis. Finally, she couldn’t maintain her composure and swept her hand in front of her.
"Damn it! Damn it!" It was unclear how she did it, but in an instant, she was clutching the card between her fingertips and threw it at Lance. Her face was still flushed with indignation, yet a hint of shyness was visible.
Lance caught the card. So, she wasn’t as promiscuous as she appeared. Her earlier flirtations were clearly part of so sche.
Possibly noticing Lance’s gaze, Amanda couldn’t help but cry out defensively, "The outco of the prophecy will absolutely not be wrong! If you want to die, don’t drag down with you! Let go, quickly!"
"So, you’re feeling insecure?"
Lance’s seemingly random comnt didn’t soothe Amanda’s mood, but in the next second, she froze.
Lance had tossed a golden ring to her. It was her storage ring, and everything confiscated from her was inside it.
"All your things are in there. Check for yourself if anything is missing."
"Are you letting go?" Amanda caught the ring and hastily slipped it on. Her thoughts imdiately seed preoccupied; she was obviously checking her belongings.
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