From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Lan frowned, and pushed open the door with a loud noise, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

"Your king is doing even more stupid things now, baron." Lane said in a low voice, "I met Nastrog's king's army outside, and they attacked and killed the caravan of Cintra outside to blame the tree spirit —they seem to need you and the princess dead badly.

Therefore, Verdon is now the enemy in my eyes. "

"So please pay attention to your words, and talk less, Your Excellency the Baron. Save your energy and restore your body, you will need it."

There were three people in the room, and two were strange men Lann had never seen before. One is sitting and the other is lying down.

The third person is Ciri, who is now rushing towards Lann.

Just as Ciri's body was flying towards this side, the familiar system prompt sounded like a holy sigh at the same time:

[Mission - Princess in Distress - Completed]

At this moment, the big stone in Lan En's heart finally fell to the ground. Ciri didn't have any accidents, and fate returned to its original track.

From now on, as long as everything goes on as normal, he can rest assured and use this opportunity to seek other things he wants.

"Lan!" Ciri threw herself into the familiar embrace, and finally relaxed her tense nerves. At this moment, she finally felt afraid, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time surged up in one breath, and her small body trembled. Started to cry.

This is what a normal little princess looks like. Geralt thought to himself.

The wolf-sent witcher looked at Lann. The man in front of him is tall and has a calm demeanor, but the lines on his face still feel a little green. No older than eighteen, possibly younger.

He was handsome, even too handsome, and his blond hair seemed to attract the sun. With such a cold armor and such a face, it is definitely a sharp weapon to harvest those noble ladies.

In terms of strength, it's hard to judge if you haven't played before, and you can't see muscles in armor, but being able to break in here alone can prove a lot of things.

On the other side, Lan comforted Ciri softly, and at the same time looked at the two people in the room with his own mind.

The one on the ground has nothing to say, Baron Fesnett, the leader of the wedding team this time. An unimportant supporting role.

As for the other—Lan studied him closely.

Milky white hair, handsome and vicissitudes of life face, a scar on the eye socket of the left eye barely hurt the eye, adding a sternness to the handsome face. The eyes are amber cat pupils, weird, deep and melancholy, and there is an indifference to everything.

With two swords on his back, an alchemy backpack strap on his body, and a necklace in the shape of a wolf's head around his neck. Wearing a close-fitting black leather armor, the shoulders, arms, chest and abdomen are reinforced in a mail style to enhance the defense as much as possible without affecting the flexibility. The strong muscles support the armor.

A noble lady raised in a deep boudoir may hesitate to look at this slightly dangerous appearance. In the eyes of those women with a little experience, this is a walking hormone. It is not surprising that he will semi-passively become a pile driver in the future.

In the future, his story will be passed down for centuries through the poetry of his poet friends, becoming an important research material for historians, occultists and writers.

In front of him is: the true protagonist of the Witcher series, the Witch Piledriver, the Gwent God of Gamblers, the future legendary wolf hunter, and now nicknamed "White Wolf" - Geralt of Rivia.

He has the personality of most decent protagonists. He is cold on the outside but hot on the inside. Although this hotness is hidden deep in his heart by Dalu's indifference, he will only open his heart to a small number of people. He is funny and humorous when he gets along with friends, shows sympathy in the face of the weak, loyal and reliable to his comrades-in-arms, and is not afraid of sacrifice.

It's just that the current Geralt should not have grown to the full body in the future. Before adopting Ciri and completing mutual redemption with her, he still has a long period of confusion. Even though Geralt's actual age is actually over ninety years old.

Ciri finally finished venting her grievances and fears, and the child's emotions came and went quickly.

Seeing Lane's eyes colliding with Geralt in mid-air, she became interested and began to happily introduce Lane:

"Lan, this is Geralt of Rivia, he was the one who protected me from the dryad during this time, and he also saved me from a centipede that big. He also said he was a witcher Oh, Ran. It's the witcher that Mossthas talked about in class!"

Shirley tried her best to open her arms to gesture, although no matter how she swung her short arms, she couldn't compare to the length of the giant centipede. Then she buried her head in Lane's arms and said in a voice that only two people could hear. :

"He said he was Geralt of Rivia, Granny and Mossthas mentioned him. He was that Geralt."

Lan nodded to show that he knew, and then thanked Geralt. Even if Geralt is Ciri's adoptive father in the future, he is still an outsider to Lan and Ciri now.

"Thank you for taking care of Ciri during this time, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt waved his hand. "She's a very clever kid—she even gave me a fake name."

The demon hunter lowered his head and smiled secretly. He was on guard against everyone, except for children. Who would have thought that he would be tricked by a child today. But it doesn't affect him, the witcher just finds it interesting.

Baron Fresnet seemed to have digested the news from Lane and accepted the fact that he was politically abandoned by King Verdon, or he had expected it. After confirming it now, there is a sense of relief that the big stone in my heart has landed.

"Demon hunter." Feixnet tried to join the chat, he felt that he needed to say something to ease his emotions, "This is the first time for this child to see a demon hunter, which was not the case in our time. Nowadays, the demon hunter There aren’t many left, and you probably won’t see one in your lifetime.”

Ciri seemed a little dissatisfied with Fesnet's intrusion into their topic, and after glancing at the injured baron, he remembered something interesting.

"Lan, did you know that Feixnet was cursed by a witch to turn into a cormorant, the kind of cormorant that likes to eat fish! It was Geralt who turned him back into a human being."

Lan touched Ciri's head, and said in agreement: "I heard this story in the tavern. Baron Fresnet of Verdon, but that story said that he turned into a swan and had ten brothers, yes The sweater her sister knits turns them all back into people, and this version seems even more romantic..."

"Damn romance, hell story!" Feixinite was very dissatisfied with the adaptation of the story, "Ten brothers, plus my sister and me, then my mother gave birth to twelve? Those rumors put me Is mother a rabbit yet?"

Both the witcher and Ciri laughed happily.

Freixnet is swearing here. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two figures entering the hut, and the sound stopped immediately.

PS: When I was writing this title today, I suddenly felt that Game of Thrones was too strong... Don't worry, the protagonist and the white wolf will not fight to the death. perhaps.

PS2: It would be fun if there was a school of deer.