A smile is a sign of friendliness.

The principle of reaching out and not smiling people is universal in the world.

But in this situation, Stetsa could feel that this chuckle was by no means a sign of successful negotiations.

They fell apart.

"You should always listen to what I can bring you when I am alive, and it is not too late for you to refuse."

Count Stessa's self-contained and calm tone began to distort with his complexion.

He began to feel that things were out of his control.

This feeling did not appear in his heart after the boyhood of his life had passed.

So much so that for a moment, he didn't even know what kind of expression he should put on now.

"Lan En, I'm not deliberately exaggerating the value of you in order to survive! You do have the potential to change a kingdom! ”

"You can show up in my study silently and press my face against the table! If you join forces with me, we can change the situation in Temeria! ”

"And! You've only been a witcher for less than two months, and you've grown to this point! If you could give the know-how to it to someone with enough capital, can you imagine what that would bring you?! ”

"Status, power, wealth, women. These things that ordinary people have longed for all their lives are like silt by the lake to you, and you can't shake them off even if you step on them! ”

"It is foolish and reckless to indulge in personal force, Lann, you have seen me unarmed, and the power that a man like me can wield. You must understand! ”

"How much money can you earn by fighting life and death with monsters in the wild? Even if there is no know-how to popularize your rapid growth, it is only because of your talent. Then you can also change the track, as long as I promote it a little, you can become a great warrior in the annals of history! ”

"At that point, you can become my bodyguard, or a star warrior, and your one-time appearance fee is money that no other witcher can earn in a few lifetimes!"

Count Stetsa forcibly calmed down his mind and talked eloquently.

He was confident in his eloquence, and as long as he was allowed to speak, explaining Lan En's predicament and the help he could bring him, then the other party would have no reason to refuse.

He already knew the difficult life of the demon hunter community through the information he had just had.

It was precisely because of this that he had more confidence in convincing Ran.

He had seen too many lowly and poor people, and he could see through what was going on in their hearts.

Lan En has gone from an ordinary person who can't even hold a sword to a warrior who can slaughter the escort team now, and it's only been a few days since he was full?

Suddenly having the power to make decisions about the life and death of others can ruin a person even more than getting rich overnight.

He should be able to figure out what Lan En was thinking.

"Threaten first, and then cooperate, you superiors seem to like to play this game?"

Lann leaned back in his chair and looked at Stetsa lazily.

The Count thought about Lan's reactions after listening to his analysis.

The embarrassment of being guessed by the hostages, the desire for money and power, and the entanglement of cooperation with the person who wants to kill the next moment.

He thought about all kinds of follow-up scenarios and how to use the various emotions in them.

But there was only one kind of thing, and he didn't even dare to think about it.

- He doesn't care.

Just like now.

This witcher doesn't even care!

"When I first arrived, your hand was already on the village profile of Oriden. You're probably planning to exert influence over the village as your liege, and then tie me up with my friendship with them, like chaining a mad dog. ”

"But the next moment, my hand pressed your face against the table. And now, you're starting to talk to me about win-win cooperation. ”

Lan En looked strangely at Stessa, who was pretending to be calm, as if he were looking at a clothed water ghost.

"Do you really think you're a character?"

The Count's bite muscles bulged violently, and it was he who had clenched his back molars.

But even in this situation, he still said in a calm and rational tone.

"There's no need, Lanne. You don't have to kill me, after you kill me, you and those kids won't even be able to get out of this manor! It's okay to talk about cooperation, but at least don't hurt yourself! ”

Every word, more like thinking about Lan En than begging for mercy.

And as he said this, Stessa's hand under the table was shaking.

He didn't know if Lan En was aware of this, but when he looked at Lan En, he could see disbelief in his eyes.

"Lord Count." The witcher sighed and repeated. "Lord Count."

"From the very beginning, you were like getting me to be on the ground with overwhelming information and a sense of crisis. You're selling me your philosophy of life and trying to teach me what kind of person I should become. If you are really a generous elder, a wise senior, then there is nothing wrong with that. But now the question is"

With a playful and playful expression, Lane pointed his finger at Stesa.

"What are you?"

The smile turned cold, and then the playfulness turned directly into contempt and ridicule.

"You've only read a few words in your life? How many books? What history you've heard in your life add up to hundreds of years? You just want to teach me? ”

"You think I'm a witcher of unknown origin, you think I'm supposed to be a hairy boy who grew up in the mountains, so you're going to kidnap my mind in this way?"

"Temeria belongs to the four great northern powers, and it is true that it is very powerful, but when we talk about the north, we usually say 'northern countries'."

Lan En sneered at Stesa, the noble gentleman, whose thin lips were uncontrollably fading with blood.

"You said that your subordinates could do anything in order to treat me as a certificate of superiority. But before that, let's brush up on geography. ”

"Temeria borders the regions of Brugg and Soden to the south, and what if you look south?"

Lanne's fingers tapped on the armrest.

"That's Sintra. Lord Earl. ”

"It was a martial country that had developed a strong sense of crisis because it was so close to Nilfgaard that it developed into hostility."

"Let me tell you what will happen after I kill you."

Looking at the Count, whose face was getting more and more ugly, Lan En's tone became more and more calm and determined.

It's like Count Stessa, who was talking about it just now.

"In terms of the 'legitimacy' you are most familiar with, King Temeria is undoubtedly 'wary of the Southerners'. I, on the other hand, killed an earl who had opposing his political views. This is certainly a great sin in law, but in the righteousness of the northern nations, my actions are beyond reproach. Because I am on the same line with the king, I have a firm hold on to the legitimacy. ”

"Then I'll go to Sintra, a country that, for my deeds and bravery, will cast me as a banner hero against the South, and they love the idea. They will give me whatever you promise. ”

"At that point, what will your scattered subordinates do to me? Aggressively marching to Sintra? No kidding. Even you are far from qualified to start a war against Temeria on behalf of Temolia, let alone those stinky fish and shrimp. ”

"So what else can they do? How much is left of the majesty of the knights out of the fiefdom? They could only send some assassins and put a bounty on them for some money. But look at me."

"Am I like someone who is afraid of assassins?"

Lane looked at the powerful earl.

His lips trembled, and his eyes finally revealed a panic that could not be concealed.

"You think I'm no different from the farmer in this document, who has been trapped all my life and has little knowledge. Whenever someone said anything more than one acre and three points of land in their village, they could only nod their heads vigorously and say yes, not daring to refute. ”

"Now, please judge me with your superb vision and pattern, Lord Earl."

Rann tilted his head to look at Stesa.

"Is it possible that this analysis of the international situation will come true?"

Staisa nodded blankly, then

Smack.

Lan En threw a pile of materials directly across the table to the earl's face, and sighed.

"So what kind of life coach are you pretending to be with me?"

Today's third watch is over!!

(End of chapter)