"So what kind of person am I in your eyes, Lane?"

Caranther looked at the sun in the distance and said as if it were none of her business.

"Your Majesty." The young man carefully watched his words.

"Strictly speaking, I'm not from Sintra, and I don't know what's going on on this land, so I can't comment."

"Ah, it seems so." Caranther suddenly remembered something.

"In order to make a good name for yourself, you witchers often prefix your name with a place you haven't even been to in your life. So even if you call it 'Sintra', you haven't actually been to Sintra. ”

It was a common practice in the Middle Ages, and the addition of a place name to a name was often a way for the local lord to introduce himself.

Introducing yourself in this format will inherently bring out an aristocratic temperament, which will help the Witcher, a businessman based in the service industry, to attract customers and win trust.

If it were the other witchers who were here to be exposed by Carrantor's little tricks, they might have been embarrassed.

But Lan En didn't feel anything, after all, the whole process from his debut to his fame, the name 'Sintra' didn't help him much.

Naturally, he didn't care about this, he cared about another point-

"You seem to know us well, Your Majesty."

Lan En spoke softly, courteously and softly.

"And you make no secret of how much you put your heart into it."

"Exactly." The queen smiled. "The witcher I told you about earlier, Geralt of Rivia. He took ownership of my granddaughter from me in the name of fate, and you expect me not to investigate your group? ”

"And I also know that you protected my granddaughter in Brockleon last winter, for a week?"

"Almost."

"It doesn't matter, the important thing is that when my little Ciri returns to the palace, she still misses you."

Caranther accented the 'you' of 'you' at the end of his sentence.

Lan En raised his eyebrows, feeling that the topic was a bit dangerous.

"Your Majesty. Ciri is still too young and she needs the right guidance. ”

"Too small?" Caranther turned around in surprise and looked up at Lanne.

"She's ten years old, and a woman will have her first period at fourteen, and then, if everything goes well, she'll be able to give birth to a big fat boy the next year, and become the heir to the throne of some royal family, do you call that too small?"

The young man pursed his lips, knowing that he could not teach the queen about physiology and health.

Because this knowledge is not only contrary to the common sense of the moment, but also hinders the efficiency of the diffusion of royal power with the transmission of blood.

"Personal aesthetic issues, I can't appreciate a little girl with no breasts and no ass."

In the end, Lan En could only pop out like this.

The queen laughed heroically.

"That's a shame, it's a shame. You don't know how many young girls in Sintra amuse themselves with a little red face in front of a portrait that doesn't look like you. But this news is good for those noble ladies. ”

The witcher bit his lip and reluctantly put his finger on his forehead to slow down.

"Your Majesty, let the laughter stop here. You brought me so close, shouldn't it be just to play tricks on me verbally? ”

The queen's heroic laughter grew low and fell silent at last.

Even as the laughter faded, she stopped even kicking the ground from time to time to keep the swing shaking.

The air was quiet, and you could hear the claws of birds grinding in the trees.

"Can you take Ciri with you, Lane?"

For the first time, Ryan shuddered from the woman's voice.

"Even if her destined guardian isn't you, can you take her with you?"

This woman, whose temper was like a lion and whose will was like steel, was now hesitating.

"You want me, a demon hunter with nothing to do with it, to take your granddaughter?"

Lan's brow furrowed.

"Are you crazy, Caranther."

"Are you afraid of the law of accidents, or is it because of the current international situation?"

"Maybe." The queen was silent for a moment, shook her head, and after a sigh of relief, resumed the swing. "Both, maybe."

"At that banquet ten years ago, your colleague told me a truth: there is something more powerful and irreversible in this world than the will of the royal family. Huh"

"At the age of fifteen I led my army to victory in the battle of Haucebz, and the death and wailing of 3,000 men was no more important to me than a field of crops, and I thought that to be in power was to be in control of everything. Until that feast. ”

The queen's voice was ethereal, as if caught in a fog of memory.

But then, the woman broke free of her memories and regained her strong tone.

"The international situation is also an important factor, and it is undeniable that Sintra is becoming more and more dangerous. It is also becoming less and less suitable to have an underage princess. ”

"The hoofs of the Nephgadians on the other side of the Yaluga River as they move their men and horses and on the grain and grass can be heard in the royal palace of Sintra. Spies and spies fill our taverns and inns. They disguised themselves as merchants and peddlers, and even briefly pumped up our urban economy, hehe, it's ridiculous. ”

"And what about the kingdoms of the north?"

Carranser's tone was full of sarcasm.

Foltest was busy feasting on Stesa's corpse, and then every now and then he would give his messy daughter some leftovers to satisfy her cruel possessiveness. He's so happy to be able to eat, thanks to you, Lane. ”

"King Vizmir of Redania, who is busy fighting for power with his mage advisors in the capital, and Philippa Erhat has left him with a lot of anxiety."

"Codwin's Hensett is a veritable 'Boar King', and it is better to count on him to have a bit of a big picture than to let him take good care of his lower body!"

"Demavi of Aden is a good man, but it is much easier for his sergeants and bureaucrats to persecute the inhuman race and let them have fun with the elves and dwarves than it is for them to form an army."

"So yes, Lanne."

The queen spread her hands.

"The Nilfgaard can't make me afraid, but I must admit that the international situation is not good right now."

"But you still have your husband, the king of Sintra."

Rann clasped his hands to his chest and showed a political vision that made Carrantor look sideways.

"Easter Tursek can bring you help from the Skellig Islands. Don't the pirates of the archipelago claim that the islanders are at least one against ten? ”

"Yes, yes Skellig."

The queen muttered.

"But that's why I value this mission, Ran. Rumors hurt. ”

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