Chapter 224

Tyrelion, in a hidden underground stronghold. Some elves are living here.

"Is the message confirmed?"

"It's pretty much determined, it's not a trap. Although it has nothing to do with her son-in-law. But for some unknown reason, Hinterland is indeed using some policies to woo non-human races. It's not just elves. Dwarves, halflings, and gnomes were all treated similarly.

Queen Caranther gave a large amount of wasteland to the elven dwarves who had gone away, giving them the same rights and obligations. Even their descendants are allowed to be educated in Sintra. The reaction of the lower classes to this was mixed. But not as strongly as imagined. There were several targeted campaigns, but all of them were quickly suppressed. We don't know what she's trying to do, but what's happening so far, it's true. ”

"Interestingly, this woman is more terrible than you imagined. It was clear that she wanted us to make her knives. ”

"But Sintra is only a small country in the north. She ......"

"It's not just Sintra, more than a year ago, the Skellig Islands suddenly sent troops to unite two other families in the North Sea, and overnight, the Seven Sea Families became three. In this way, the entire sea route is completely controlled. Guess how much money they've earned collecting tolls for more than a year? ”

"I don't know, but it's definitely an astronomical amount."

"Indeed. Look at Sintra, also a little over a year ago. Sintra embarked on a large-scale reform campaign. For this reason, Queen Caranther slaughtered nearly half of the nobles in the country. Then a large number of emerging nobles were promoted. The whole of Sintra is now her hall.

She cleared all the customs duties set by the nobles. Collect the vast majority of tax revenues into the hands of the crown. She began to encourage trade, attracting merchants from all over the world to move in. She began to send friendly signals to all non-human races. All of this says only one thing. She wants to start a war. The only uncertainty is, against whom exactly does she want to wage war? Soden, or Brugg? ”

In this dark and cramped stronghold. In just a few sentences, the senior of the Squirrel Party has thoroughly analyzed Hitla's actions in the past year or so. It's just that the only thing he guessed wrong was that Sintra wasn't going to wage war against any country. It's all about it.

It is worth mentioning that the current squirrel party is still in a state of secrecy. Not many people know, theoretically it will be more than ten years later, at the time of the First Northern War, that they will really be known to the public. It's just that at that time, they were already special forces under Nilfgaard. Obviously, the future Emperor Nilfgaard also had in mind the question of these non-human races being the perfect source of troops. Even the natives have never lacked wise men.

"What about our other goal? What's going on now? ”

The high-level leaders suddenly asked such a sentence. But his subordinates apparently understood. He replied quickly.

"There's not much action yet, he's still working as his own colt. There is no trace of any movement in the agreement with us. ”

"Hehe, I know that none of these exiled princes can be successful. It looks like we can make a choice. Get ready, I'm going to Sintra. ”

"That's too dangerous, Chief. The intelligence services of various countries are secretly looking for you. ”

"What you want to get, you always have to give something. This kind of thing, I have to go personally. Otherwise, we will not be able to show our sincerity. In the meantime, I went alone. If something happens to me, you have a clear target. For the sake of our ideals, there are some things that someone has to do. ”

The talking elf stood up. The dim candlelight reflected the scars on his face. This makes the elves, who have always been known for their handsomeness, have a kind of iron and toughness that they have never seen before. This man's name is Esengrin Faotiana, the future Iron Wolf.

At this time, a small banquet was being held in the palace of the Hinterland king. It's about Little Ciri. Because today, Geralt is back to see his daughter. Although Caranser was not very kind to see Carancer, who had been gone for more than a year, he still gave a little face and held a small private banquet.

Su Yuan, Ye Nefer, and Len Furui and others all attended the banquet. And Geralt didn't come alone. In addition to Dandrien, a good friend of the 10,000-year-old basemate, there is also a beautiful red-haired woman who follows him. It was a witch, a witch named Triss.

Geralt, this guy, the woman's fate or the witch's fate is really not covered. It didn't take long for him to hook up with a witch again. And at this time, Triss should still be Temeria's magic advisor. Abducting the king's magic adviser and attending his daughter's banquet, Geralt's operation is also absolutely amazing.

At the banquet, Su Yuan and Geralt exchanged wine glasses.

"Looks like you've had a wonderful life for more than a year, Geralt."

"You mean Triss? I met her in Temeria. The King's Magical Advisor, I helped the fat man with a personal matter. His daughter became a vampire harpy. It took me a little effort to get her back. Then I got the chance to go on a date with Triss. ”

"Wow, that's a twisty story. I should have talked to Dandrion about it. If you say this in a broken voice, the whole story loses its excitement. Su Yuan complained mercilessly, which made Geralt's face black.

Geralt: "...... If I hadn't known I couldn't beat you, I'd duel you right now. By the way, I also met a strange vampire, a high-level vampire. ”

"Regis?"

"You know him. That guy is really weird. It's the first time I've seen a blood-sucking race like his. I hate to admit it, but I must say that he is more human than most people in this world. ”

"Same as my evaluation. A good guy vampire ......"

Not far away, several women were exchanging private topics. He also glanced at Su Yuan and Geralt from time to time. There was a naked teasing in his eyes. Even Queen Caranther and Paveta joined in, and several of them burst into crisp laughter from time to time. Geralt looked at the somewhat unreal scene in front of him, and suddenly felt a blur in the corners of his eyes.

"What's the matter, Geralt. This little scene touches you? But think about it, a daughter is waiting for you here, and a woman is willing to come with you to see her. It's been a long time since you've seen anything like this. ”

"No, actually. I've never seen anything like it. From the moment I became a witcher, I knew I would never have the life of a normal person. I never imagined I would be able to see this. ”

"Really? I remember there was another saying circulating among the witchers. No witcher can die of old age in his bed. But now, look around, Geralt. You can grow old as long as you want. ”

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