The words that came out of the mouth of this 'Baron Boderog' were full of madness.

"You little bastard! Do you know how tense the relationship between the Nilfgaard Empire and its northern neighbors is right now? Ever since that damn Lord Hunter slaughtered Stetsa like a pig, the Southerners have become mad dogs! ”

When Mr. Baron shouted angrily at Ciri, Lan turned his head away in a heartless manner, which was purely instinctive.

But by chance, he happened to meet Geralt's squinted gaze, so Lane naturally turned his head in another direction.

"Foltest, that idiot! This is the result of not turning a blind eye! Killing the goodwill representatives of other countries that they support at home will give the hawks in other countries an excuse to overwhelm the doves, and then the whole country will rush all the way to the abyss of war."

"Your marriage contract with Christine was supposed to take place in two years, but now it is because the Southerners are getting tighter and tighter that they will immediately take you over and marry, and become the link between Sintra and the Verdon Alliance."

"You were married to Verdon by your grandmother in order to form an alliance! You should have been a weight to make Nilfgaard's attitude prudent! But now."

"Now every message is scarier than the last! The last time I heard from King Ewell, he said that your grandmother was ready to attack him! Who can believe that you ran out on your own? Everyone knows who Ewell is, even a toilet swiper in the court thinks that Evel did something stupid to you when he was drunk, and then threw you into a pond and drowned. Ahem! ”

The wound on the sir's shoulder seemed to be deeply involved, and he had difficulty breathing after a rage.

The unrecognized [Hunter] hurriedly stepped forward and pressed him to the bed and lay him down, and the biochemical knowledge that was enough to complete multiple surgical operations was enough to judge the injury at a glance.

Rann put him in a position on the bed that didn't compress his breath and wounds.

His face improved almost instantly.

"Ah, thank you, kind sir. I feel much better. ”

"You're welcome, Sir."

Baron Bodrog wanted to raise his hand, but as soon as he got out of the nursing position that Lan had put him in, he felt the pressure of the wound and let it go.

"This title is long gone, and it's still 'Sizz'? Scold! He muttered.

"As I said, even if I return to my own territory, all that awaits me is the gallows. This little imp was lost in my convoy, and I had to drag my personal guards into this damn forest to find someone, hoping that if I found her, Ewell would give me mercy. By the way, did you see my guards? There were seven of them, all of them well-armed and athletic. ”

The baron looked at Lan En pursing his mouth without speaking, and knew that the seven guards were gone.

He sighed, "What a pity, they are all loyal and brave servants. I wondered if things would have been different if I had hired a Master Witcher like you who could enter the heart of Brockleon? ”

"He called you witchers." Ciri's turquoise eyes looked at Lan En beside the bed. "What do you mean by witcher? I'd heard Brian call you witchers, and I thought it was a dryant name for a human warrior. ”

The baron on the bed seemed to have not communicated with a human for a long time, and he naturally took over the conversation.

"Demon hunters are too far apart from warriors, don't you know? Also, a child of your age has not lived through our time, when the monsters that littered the mountains did not allow anyone not to know the witcher. Like you now, you may never meet one in your life. But it's hard to say, now you've met three at once. ”

"And you are the princess of Sintra, have you heard the story of [White Wolf] lifting the curse of Princess Temeria back then? Master Dandrion even wrote this in poetry! ”

"Even if you haven't heard the story of the witcher slaying demons, you should have at least heard about [Lord Hunter] from your grandmother, the 'lioness of Sintra', who is also one of the witchers. It was he who exacerbated the contradictions between the Nilfgaard Empire and the North, so that you had to marry Verdon two years earlier, and then cause such a thing. ”

"Yes, I've heard the story of [Lord Hunter], who is Lan of Sintra."

Ciri's dark green pupils were fixed on Lan En's eyes, and a fanciful whisper came out of his mouth.

"But my grandmother didn't hate or fear him as much as you do. She said that the witcher who dared to come directly to the door and smash Stessa's evil deeds with his head was a hero! Sintra is one of the few heroes who can be recognized! ”

"yes, yes." The baron snorted coldly. "You Sintra people boast of being brave and xenophobic. If the Lord Hunter's claim wasn't 'Sintra', you don't see if you would still consider him a hero. ”

"In my opinion, he's not a Sintra at all, he's just trying to sound good."

As he spoke, Brian walked in through the door, just glanced at the baron, and the guy shook for a while.

Then Bryan walked straight towards Ciri, who was hunched at Geralt's lap.

"Come on, poor little one."

"Where are we going?" "I don't want to go anywhere, I want to stay with the witchers." ”

Geralt and Lann looked at each other helplessly, then smiled at Ciri.

"Brian, she's going to show you around the city, and you're going to have a great time."

Ciri said slowly, "You're fooling me again, she brought us here only without blindfolding me." This place cannot be known, and he who knows cannot go out."

The little girl lost her voice and said, "Is that so?" ”

Brian crouched down and picked up Ciri from Geralt's lap and into his arms.

"No one escapes fate."

A voice came from the depths of the room, firm, full, and low.

Brian held Ciri in her arms, and the three witchers followed her, bowing in that direction.

"Ms. Aishna." *4

Geralt and Viselmir had already been here for a long time and had already had the experience of meeting each other.

Lanne, on the other hand, was a little different, and he felt something similar to the lady of the lake through Arondaite on his waist.

Although it feels faint, it is there.

Naturally, Lane would pay homage to a 'being' who can have that feeling.

The queen of the dryads wore a slender and light green dress, and her expression was serious, and her lips were pursed in a sense of majesty and strength.

Her hair color matched her pupils, like melted silver, similar to Lan's.

Viselmir naturally stepped forward, he was the one in the group who really wanted to talk to Aisna about things.

And he has met the queen of the treant a few times, and thinks he is the one who knows each other best.

But things turned out very differently than the old witcher had expected.

Elsna didn't put the molten silver pupil on him, instead, after going around in a circle.

"Rann of Sintra."

The distinctive, powerful voice spoke again, and all eyes were on the supreme witcher.

"You've been famous for a long time, and if it weren't for you, all of our efforts would have been in vain."

Everyone except Ai Sina and Lan En felt a little blind.

Lan En pressed the sword of the lake girl at his waist and understood this sentence without a beginning or an end.

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