The Crow Queen - Triss appeared silently outside the door, and Duncan immediately had the human form stand up and open the door to welcome her in.
The witch sat by the window and whispered, "You want to take in these exiles?"
Duncan nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
He sat opposite the Crow Queen - Triss, and said in a deep voice, "The island of Great Britain is facing attacks from the Saxons. It’s hard for just a few of us to establish a foothold there."
Even as strong as Duncan was, facing a hundred-strong Saxon Barbarian Race, he still had to make a tactical retreat.
Ultimately, the power of one person is limited.
He continued, "The Celts may not be able to accommodate us, and I don’t want to live under someone else’s roof."
"The British Isles have several Celtic kingdoms and many tribes."
"We are a bunch of outsiders."
"Without our own faction, how can we gain a foothold there?"
Duncan said this, gazing steadily at the Crow Queen - Triss in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Wizard - Merlin, is he really willing to help us?"
"He seems to serve a certain king of Great Britain, doesn’t he?"
"Do you think just the few of us?"
"Can achieve much on the island of Great Britain? Moreover, it once was a place where wizards were massacred!"
Merlin is a baptized mage.
Before this, Great Britain also carried out a massacre of wizards, because the church’s beliefs had begun to affect that area.
The person who took action was King Arthur’s father.
Most of the slaughtered wizards were traditional priests of the Celts. In the struggle over beliefs, King Arthur’s father chose to align with the church. It was uncertain whether this was a power struggle, conveniently suppressing the ancient priest system, as among the Celts, the only ones who could challenge the king were those priests.
The Crow Queen - Triss remained silent.
After a moment of pondering, she gazed at Duncan in front of her and slowly said, "I will help you make these exiles submit and obey!"
Triss was not only a powerful witch but also the High Priestess of the ancient polytheism.
She also wanted to avoid the church’s sharp edge, to make plans on the British Isles. If the legendary secluded realm could not be found, then the island of Great Britain would be the best refuge for the witches. The Barbarian Race of Northern Europe had their own beliefs, the empire’s territory was constantly at war, and now the church was pressing step by step, leaving them almost no place to go.
Just as Duncan and Triss were discussing the next step of their plan.
The witch Anya gently opened the door and came to Duncan’s room.
She was dressed in a robe like silk, exposing large areas of skin that were white and luminous. This kind of traditional Roman court leisure wear revealed half of a full bosom, appearing very alluring. This expensive fabric had been transported via the Silk Road, something ordinary people had never seen, and only the true nobility of the empire could afford.
The empire referred to the Eastern Han Dynasty as ’Seres’ (Silk Country), extremely praising them, even somewhat of an awkward admiration. Some works of Roman philosophers and poets praised them excessively. (Ancient Greeks also praised, believing people from Seres to be physically tall, nearly 20 feet, exceeding ordinary people, red-haired and blue-eyed, with loud voices, living over 200 years.)
The Crow Queen - Triss suddenly frowned, turned to look outside the door, her expression strange, like a smirk.
She knew someone had arrived.
She quietly walked to the door, glanced at Duncan, with a smile that had some inexplicable meaning.
A slight knock on the door sounded.
Duncan stood looking at the Crow Queen, but Triss motioned for him to open the door, and she stood in the shadow.
What was this supposed to mean?
Anya, with her skimpy and exposed attire, intended to seduce him?
What was the Crow Queen - Triss planning?
Why stand behind the door?
Duncan was puzzled but obediently opened the door. Just as he opened it, the witch Anya entered without an invitation, stirring up a heady fragrance, her expression seductive, with a voice like orchids, saying, "I hope I’m not disturbing your rest?"
The expression of the Crow Queen - Triss carried a hint of mockery, and she said with a half-smile, "Of course not."
The face of the witch Anya changed!
At that moment, the Crow Queen - Triss lifted her fingertips as if silently chanting a spell, and Anya immediately became rigid, standing in place.
The silhouette of the Crow Queen - Triss emerged from the shadow at the door, unhurriedly came before Anya, her fingers flirtatiously lifting Anya’s chin, looking down at her seductively well-prepared glamorous face, a thing like a rope seemingly snake-like binding Anya.
Anya showed fear, with a pitiful expression, saying, "Mistress Triss."
She hadn’t expected Triss to be in Duncan’s room.
At this late hour, she thought Duncan’s room was empty, never expecting Duncan and Triss to be engaging in deep talks late into the night.
In the dead of night, sneaky, naturally, one wants to steal a bite.
The gaze of the Crow Queen - Triss was icy. Retracting her hand, she spoke in a ghostly tone, "Call me High Priestess!"
This title made the witch Anya shiver, because in the history of the empire, during the polytheistic period, this position was always held by the emperors of the empire.
Anya was truly afraid at this moment, her voice trembling slightly, "High Priestess."
The Crow Queen - Triss said nothing, circling around Anya, scrutinizing her like one might view cargo, a beautiful female slave.