From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

"I'm a witcher, and a witcher has no feelings," Geralt said, "and no fear."

"That's good." Lane nodded, "Do you know that I recently saved a sorceress? Her name is Triss."

Geralt nodded: "I also need to thank you for this, Lane. Triss is a friend of the Wolf School and often helps us with magic.

What, saved her and got you into trouble? Then you don't have to worry, I will definitely do my best to help you. "

No no no, it's not getting me in trouble.

Lane nodded, then shook his head again: "The thing is this: Triss is injured, so she needs to contact her fellow warlocks to help with magic, and you should also know that the warlock with the best relationship with her is Wengerburg Yennefer's..."

In Lan En's eyes, the white wolf's pupils shrank suddenly to the size of a pinhole, and the demon hunter, who had no emotion, seemed to be experiencing indescribable emotional turbulence surging wildly at this moment.

Geralt interrupted Lan directly: "Is she coming? When?"

Lann pretended to look at the time, and said, "I told Mossack the news this morning, and if I count the time...she should have arrived in Duncanal by now."

Geralt stood up with a bang, his expressionless face began to sweat slightly: "It's a long way from Kaer Morhen, I think I should leave with Ciri as soon as possible. Where's Mossak? You can go through the door!"

Lane sighed, "I'd love to help you, Geralt, really. But both Mossack and Ciri are in Duncanal now, and didn't I say that Ciri needs Warlocks help. Do you think Triss is better, or Yennefer is better?"

Bai Lang's expression finally couldn't hold back.

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Ciri looked warily at the woman in front of her, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life.

It is said that all sorceresses are beauties, but the beauty in front of them is even more beautiful than the beauty.

Her appearance, her makeup, her dress, and the scent of cloves and gooseberries she exudes are all so perfect and natural, and together they bring her the crown of "beauty".

In addition to her appearance, this woman exudes a dazzling self-confidence that cannot be ignored. This made her the one that Ciri admired the most, both in terms of appearance and temperament.

Ciri thought: It would be nice if this sorceress came to teach her magic.

As long as she wasn't naked for Lane to see like Triss did.

However, the beauty's next sentence defeated Shirley's favor.

"Ugly girl, are you the princess of Cintra? Where is that Lann who saved Triss? I heard that he is also a witcher?"

Ciri frowned, she wanted to scream now, wanted to order the guards to cut off the head of this disrespectful sorceress.

But she was no longer that savage and willful princess. In her mind, she recalled Lan En's confession to herself. Now they need to win over the Warlocks as much as possible.

How to win her over, such a beautiful and confident woman, I heard that she even refused the title of royal advisor, how can I win her favor?

As the little princess thought about it, a face gradually appeared in her mind...

Ciri wrinkled her nose and said angrily, "You are Yennefer? Yennefer of Wengerburg?"

Ye Naifa looked around and said, "Yes, Triss told you, where is she?"

At this time, the female sorcerer still did not forget her purpose of coming here. She came all the way here to save her best friend, and even her own injuries were not completely healed.

"I didn't hear what Triss said." Ciri frowned. "I heard what Geralt said. I'm his accidental son, and I'm going to Kaer Morhen with him."

Yennefer stopped looking around, and her violet eyes suddenly stared at Ciri, sizing her up.

From top to bottom, from bottom to top.

"Ugly girl, you said Geralt mentioned me to you?"

Shirley shook his head: "No, he never mentioned his own affairs."

Yennefer snorted disdainfully.

"But he drank the water of Brokiron before, and he was in a coma for several days, and kept calling your name." Ciri said, "'Yennefer, Yennefer', and sometimes he just called 'Yeni ' or 'Ye'. That voice was etched into my brain, everything I heard resembled your name in those days."

Ciri lowered her voice, vividly imitating the murmuring voice of a delirious man.

Ye Naifa raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth began to rise uncontrollably while listening.

Ciri thought to himself: Damn it, this woman looks better when she smiles.

"Does Geralt know I'm here? Where is he?"

Yennefer's voice was unhurried and graceful, and it seemed that Shirley's words did not arouse her emotional fluctuations at all. If it wasn't for business, Shirley even wished to listen to this pleasant voice for a while longer.

"He's in Brokilong Town, I didn't know you were coming. But I see Lan En excitedly went back to look for him, so I should tell him."

The sorceress smiled even brighter, and then she saw Ciri staring at her intently, and a different kind of smile suddenly changed on her face.

"You said you were Geralt's accidental son, didn't you?"

Ciri nodded.

Looking at the mouse-gray hair that was similar to the white wolf's silver hair, Ye Naifa said: "Okay, ugly... little girl, I'm starting to like you now. Tell me where Triss is first, and the others We'll talk later—we'll have plenty of time later."

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Outside the town of Brokilon, there are simple gathering places for refugees.

I don't know when—or since the beginning—a group of people who would draw three lion scratches on their clothes appeared in the place where these refugees gathered.

It is said that they originally planned to draw lions on their clothes, but they were immediately reprimanded by their leaders, because the lion is now a symbol that only the Ciri and Lannister families can use, so they retreated to draw lion paws on their bodies .

They enthusiastically helped all the refugees around them, spontaneously maintained the law and order in the refugee area, and cooperated extremely well with the city guards who came to discipline them, and they knew everything about Lannister's retainers.

What stands out is that he is highly motivated and actively cooperates with management, and all of this does not cost Lan En a penny, nor does it consume any energy on him.

The only difference from normal refugees is that they will gather together every morning or when they go to sleep at night, praying towards a dilapidated but well-maintained Cintra Three Lions heraldic flag.

After praying, they will gather together to let go of each other's sufferings in the past, share the joy of their recent life with each other, and look forward to the future life with each other.

"I dreamed about lions last night!"

In the early morning, at the place closest to the Three Lions Banner, a poorly dressed but neat girl shouted loudly, and her words received envious eyes from those who gathered to pray.

"As long as we earnestly pray and sincerely dedicate our strength to the revival of Sintra, the lion will also enter your dreams at night to protect you!"

All the people cheered up for a while, and knelt down facing the three lions flag together, clasped their hands in front of their chests, and began to sing praises together:

"May the lion lead us into your safe arms, and hold us tight with light, and protect us. From the black sun of the empire to corrupt our souls..."

"Hold us, protect us..."

On the city wall some distance away from the crowd, Lan looked at the praying crowd from afar, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

That girl...wasn't she rescued when she landed in Sintra, why did she become like this?

According to their chanting method, if you don’t dream about lions at night, you will be ghosts. Who came up with the blessing of dreams? Is thinking by day and dreaming by night just to play a role in this kind of occasion?

"Ah!" A refugee who was praying suddenly exclaimed loudly, "I heard the lion's roar, just after I finished praying, I heard it!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone carefully distanced themselves from the refugee with envy on their faces, while the girl under the banner of the Three Lions strode forward excitedly, and the crowd automatically separated a path for him.

"He heard the roar of a lion!" The girl patted the refugee's shoulders and chest vigorously, her eyes full of relief, and then she raised the refugee's hand, leading him to look around and enjoy the surrounding eyes, " He heard the roar! The lion recognized him! The lion watched him!"

Not far away, the corners of Lan's mouth twitched even more.

It’s true that I’m watching you guys, but I didn’t yell (for the fourth time), and it’s impossible for only one person to hear me if I yell...

The girl did not realize that the person she was praying for was actually looking at her, and she continued to appeal loudly to the people around her: "Let's pray in the morning for the last time, and then contribute our strength to the revival of Sintra Bar!"

The crowd became more and more excited, and many patrolling city guards looked at this side from a distance, their eyes were not only defenseless, but even vaguely agreed.

"May! The lion lead us! To your safe arms!"

"Use light! Hold us tight! Protect us!"

"..."

Amidst the background sound of the extremely passionate prayers, Lan felt a group of eyes gathering behind him. He knew it was Mossack.

Listening to the sound of prayers in the arena, the old Druid suddenly felt a sense of unreality when he looked at Lan En's heroic back.

"Lan, I have to say..." Mossak considered his words carefully, "You surprised me, this is not something ordinary people can do... I was used to wars when I traveled to the mainland, and they are my The most hopeful, harmonious war refugee I've seen in centuries."

At the same time, Lan saw a young man who had fled to salute the women and children, and the girl in the lead was also inviting many children who had just arrived at the resettlement site to enter her temporary shelter.

【Mission-Homeless-Complete】

[Character level increase +1]

This was a task that the City Guards hadn't freed up to solve, but they didn't expect it to be solved first.

The upgrade brought about an increase in basic attributes, and the sudden increase in physical body caused Lan to take a deep breath, and also attracted Mossak's surprised gaze.

In the perception of the old druid, the aura of the young man in front of him suddenly increased. Although it was only a slight change, it was a real improvement.

this……

The praying crowd, Lann who became stronger, all these connections made the old druid suddenly think of a possibility.

Pupils constricted.