It was not clear whether it was to escort the prisoners or invite guests, but after walking out of the ground of the royal cemetery, many well-equipped soldiers surrounded them.

Surrounded by the three witchers, they walked towards the palace.

Lan En's expression was very calm, this was not very abnormal, after all, there were only a dozen or twenty people in this circle.

And Cohen and Gerd don't seem to be in a state of flux.

It's not because they're confident in themselves, it's because they've been through it quite a bit.

When working for a big nobleman, or a big businessman, or a chamber of commerce, it is inevitable that you will be involved in some kind of secret that the employer does not want people to know.

This kind of development is even more reasonable and common when the posted notices are not clear.

As a rule of thumb, witchers who finish their work are brought to their employers.

And the gentleman or lady who is in a position of authority will behave in majesty and anger at this time.

Their threat carries great rage, warning the witchers to keep their mouths and words and actions in check.

Usually at this time, there will be one or more knives against the back of the witcher's heart, which is used to increase the credibility of the employer's words.

For any veteran witcher who walks the continent and begs for a living, this is a common and not uncommon process.

However, unless the secret is really a matter of life and death, the employer is afraid to actually attack the witcher.

Who can say that you won't encounter monsters in your life in the future?

Who knows what lies beneath the cold exterior of these mutants?

Even for the sake of precious credibility and reputation, most of the witchers can still get their own rewards in this situation.

This commission from the palace has already posted a lot of notices, and there has been a lot of commotion.

And according to the complaints of Rogner, who has become a demon, this matter is not very bad.

Therefore, the probability of killing people is not very real in the eyes of Gerd and Cohen.

At least in terms of the level of danger - nowhere near as good as being in the dark against a bunch of water spirits and evil spirits.

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The witchers turned their heads.

In the dry ditch next to the castle garden, the sound of children playing could be heard. There were more than a dozen children, screaming at each other excitedly with their immature voices, and the noise made people's eardrums hurt. They run up and down the ditch, like a school of small fish that come together but keep changing direction.

Cohen and Lan watched the scene nonchalantly, slightly relaxed.

But Gede frowned slightly, like these lively and innocent children, who reminded him of something he didn't want to remember.

Fortunately, this road is not long, because the royal cemetery is built next to the royal palace.

Surrounded by twenty fully armored guards, the three witches reached the castle gates.

Any castle in this era is a matter of putting actual combat first, and the royal palace is no exception.

At the gate, there is a mesh gate made of thick steel bars, followed by two thick wooden doors that open and close outward.

This heavy defensive structure does not remain open all the time in normal times, and normal access is by a small door opened next to the gate.

"Dodge! Open the door! ”

When they reached the gate, one of the leaders of the twenty guards lifted the window on his helmet and shouted at the gate.

There was a scrambling sound above the city gate, and a soldier who looked like he had just buckled his helmet over his head poked his head out and looked nervously down.

After looking around, he glanced at the leader again, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then he looked angry again.

"Devon! Are you sick? The small door is not closed, you shout a fart! I thought I had forgotten what the big event was today! ”

"We can't go through the small door, there are twenty-three people here, we can't go through the small door one by one!"

The leader then shouted upwards.

His words almost made the guy at the city gate laugh angrily.

"Huh? Twenty-three people? I thought it was twenty-three sirs! ”

After laughing, he immediately scolded.

"The hillbilly who delivered vegetables and meat to the castle in the morning went out two miles, did you see that I had opened the gate for them? Do you know how much effort it takes to open this door? You lost your head? Do you have to come in all the way? ”

In the face of the shouting at the city gates, the leader still insisted.

"Dodger, I said: open the door! We can't go in one by one! Never mind why! ”

As he spoke, the leader glanced vaguely at the three witchers.

"This is the order of Marshal Vesequid! I'm saying hello to you now, don't let me take out the order! You won't want to see it! ”

When the soldiers at the gate heard the name of the marshal, they subconsciously straightened the crooked helmet on their heads, and looked down in surprise.

Immediately, he began to wave behind him.

"Understood! Open the door! ”

The heavy door slowly opened, and the leading soldier reopened the window of his helmet, tilting his head at the three witchers, signaling to follow.

There is a small hillside inside the castle, which is covered with fine grass and flowers, vegetation.

The soldiers were heading in the direction of that small hill.

At this time, it was already sunset, and in the dim sun, the vegetation of the entire hill reflected a warm light.

A large tree grows abruptly on the grass, and a wooden bench is chained to the branches of the tree, turning into a swing.

A woman was sitting on a swing, and the court steward, who was in charge of issuing the mission, was already standing in front of the soldiers and witchers.

Hacksoll was still dressed in the same delicate appearance, each beard and hair neatly combed, and wrapped in a rich perfume smell.

He first glanced cautiously up the hill behind him, and then hurried over to the leading soldier.

Lowered his voice and asked, "Why is it so slow?" You're more than ten minutes late! Nobody can make it."

Before the palace governor's question could be finished, the leading soldier responded in fear.

"We walked through the gate, and the marshal didn't let us stretch the queue when we walked with them, and the marshal said that the witchers were very powerful, especially the white-haired ones, and he had seen them with his own eyes."

"I've seen it with my own eyes!" Haxel's unconvinced choking voice made the leading soldiers no longer dare to say more.

"Either way, you're all late! No one in Sintra can make the queen wait! They're just three witchers, look at you."

"'Three witchers'?" That's it'? Hackso, how come I don't know when you were so brave? ”

The female voice from behind the palace steward made his body tense in an instant, and the soldiers also became upright in an instant.

"Your Majesty!"

The court steward turned smoothly, then bowed his head deeply and bowed half-kneeling.

The owner of the female voice walked past the half-kneeling Haxor, and the solemn soldiers, walking towards the demon hunters who had been standing quietly since the beginning.

"Do you know who that 'that's all' in your mouth is included? My dear Haxor, an old fool with a walnut brain? ”

The woman's voice was meaningful, inexplicable.

It's just three witchers.

Haxel's head was rightfully thinking.

But he's not stupid.

"No, I don't know, Your Majesty."

He replied cautiously and humbly.

"Yes, you don't know, and neither does Visekid, that's why he dared to send only twenty young men to bring them to the palace."

Speaking of which, the female voice [Lioness of Sintra] seemed to hear a somewhat funny joke and chuckled.

"Bring this famous witcher to my palace!"

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