From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Calanthe said: "There are no warlocks in Cintra, as you know."

East nodded, wrapping his hands around his lover's waist: "Mossak is a druid, I know."

Calanthe approached the other's chest wearily, and said: "My family is tortured by magic. My mother is like this, and so is my daughter Pavita. Only I escaped because I chose the sword. That is The magic carried by the bloodline is not a power to me, but a curse.

You don't want to have children with me because you find the ancient blood of the royal family of Cintra incompatible with the fiery nature of the Skelligs. It's the same reason why I don't want Lan and Ciri to be together.

I have read many books left by my mother, and I am worried that the combination of Ciri and Lann will strengthen the power of this magic again, which will bring more misfortunes. I don't want that power to grow, I don't even want it to last, I just want it to go away! "

Calanthe becomes weak when it comes to talking about her daughter who died young. Esther hugged his lover tightly, sighing in his heart.

"My love?"

"I am here."

"What Lane said is actually reasonable. Write to your brother. A small navy is more secure, and Sintra will bear the loss. I can no longer lose any relatives."

"Of course, my love."

Outside the palace.

Lan looked at the distant sky, the sun was setting and dusk was approaching.

Where have all my attendants gone?

…………

"How did you find us?"

Sward and House glanced at each other, and asked the comrade who was looking at him holding the whole flagon to quench his thirst.

"I went to the tavern, and the boss told me that the Earl gave you a big bag of money." Ace thumped the flagon upside down, and wiped his mouth with endless thoughts, "Where can you two go if you have money?" ?”

Ace, Sward, and House looked at each other, the corners of their mouths gradually raised.

"Mr. Geralt, what do you think of this place?"

The white wolf who was pinned down on the ground picked up the person who was pressing on him horizontally, put it down gently, picked up a small mirror on the table amidst the other party's coquettish laughter, and looked at the "rose mark" on his neck.

"I regret that I haven't visited Sintra more often in recent years."

The three attendants smiled with satisfaction. They felt that they had perfectly completed the task of the Earl.

"However." House suddenly worried, "I don't know when the Earl will return from the palace. If Ace can find us, the Earl will definitely find us."

"If you find it, you will find it. Doesn't the Earl also like this?"

"Did you forget? The Earl got very angry last time because of the 'Rose Seal' incident, and said that he would never pay us again."

After being reminded by House, Ace and Sward woke up like a dream, and then their faces were solemn.

Their eyes gradually drifted away, looking at the cloth bag embroidered with vines and leaves on the table.

"Why don't we spend all the money now?"

"it's not good……"

Before the words were finished, the door of their private room was suddenly opened, and the noisy singing, whistle, applause, and groans from outside all poured in.

A young man with a lion embroidered on his chest with gold thread walked in. His slender and strong body was wrapped in a silk robe like a sculpture. Behind him, several girls followed closely, their eyes glowing.

The three attendants hurriedly got up and saluted: "Your Earl!"

The three attendants shouted in their hearts: Sure enough, I found it!

Lan looked at Geralt who was pinned to the floor again and sneered, and said to the three attendants, "Go out and find another room, I have something to say to Geralt."

The three nodded in agreement, pulled Yingying Yanyan who was beside her and walked out, and freed Geralt who was pinned to the ground.

"Wait." Lan tilted his head and motioned for the money bag on the table, "Take it away too."

The three attendants were elated: "Yes!"

The wolf demon hunter who once claimed to have no feelings is now lying on his back on the floor, squinting his eyes and biting his mouth, as if thinking about it.

White Wolf sighed: "You came at a bad time."

Lan sat next to Geralt and wanted to pour himself a jug of wine, but found it was an empty bottle and threw it away unluckily.

"I just came out of the palace."

"Did you mention me to Calanthe?"

"The queen knew you were coming."

Geralt nodded, sat up, and said mockingly

"I suppose she told you to keep Ciri away from me?"

Lane nodded.

"The queen always wants me to stay away from his granddaughter. Guarding against me is like guarding against wolves." Geralt lamented, "The druid always persuades me to take the accidental child away. He believes that resisting fate will bring disaster to fate, and in the end Destroy the kingdom."

Geralt picked up the glass, but found that there was no wine; looked for the flagon, but found that it had been thrown aside.

The witcher whispered, "Go to his fate."

Lan shook his head: "I didn't believe in fate before, until a year ago. After seeing some things, I feel—even if I don't believe it, I still have to be in awe."

Geralt threw the empty wine glass aside: "Your queen is the opposite of you. She once sent eight people to kill me in order to defy fate."

Lan En was stunned, he didn't expect Calanther to do such a thing.

But it does seem like something she could pull off.

"Sorry, Geralt."

"It has nothing to do with you. And those eight people need an apology even more."

Lan opened the door and shouted for the waiter, who brought in two bottles of Everest wine.

Geralt reached out to take it, and the two clinked glasses lightly, taking a long drink.

"When do you want to start the sword skills and monster knowledge you want to learn? End it sooner, so I can leave here sooner."

"Even if my side finished earlier, your armor was not completed so quickly. I asked the court craftsman, your armor is not light armor, but it is not heavy armor. The most suitable design is medium armor, but this is the most suitable design. Difficult. The complexity of the process is more than that of ordinary armor, and it will take some time."

Geralt took a sip of his wine sullenly.

"Although, I don't think it's possible for a set of armor to keep you in Cintra." Lan looked into Geralt's eyes, the green pupils were facing the amber cat's eyes, "but it's impossible to attract you to Cintra ,Right?"

Geralt was silent for a while, then said, "What do you want to say? Lane?"

"You didn't come to Sintra for some so-called reward, and no amount of money can affect your thoughts. You wanted to come back by yourself, but you stuck your right foot with your left foot, and you have to wait until someone else gives you a suitable reason No. You do not resist fate, nor your destiny, Geralt. You resist yourself."

Geralt was silent, drank a glass of wine, drank another glass, and finally emptied the bottle with his head up, snatching Lane's wine again.

"You'll pay, right?"

"Not if you're drunk, I have something to talk to you about."

Geralt shook his head. "This is not the time, Lane. Not the time."

"Okay, I said this only in the hope that you can protect Ciri in the future." Lane sighed, "Then let's talk about another commission."