The young man's voice was sleek and concise, reminiscent of military style at first impression.

As the ones who brought the horses back, Geralt and Lane walked in that direction.

Sure enough, Rann saw a Sintra knight at first sight.

He was dressed in full-body plate armor that was supposed to be bright and bright, but now it was very dull.

There is no doubt that this plate armor has undergone a baptism from 'ornament' to 'tool of war'.

On the left chest of the plate armor, there is also a small lion coat of arms of Sintra, which is the only place on this armor that is still bright.

A young man with brown hair and a small amount of blonde hair was standing in front of the horses in this armor, stopping the butcher of the refugee group from doing his work.

From his eyebrows, it can be vaguely seen that this is indeed related to the head of the Sintra royal family that Lan En once met.

"This is Stuart Lynn, the son of Haxel Lynn. At the age of eighteen, he has become a knight of Caranser's own name, it is said."

Dandrien's head whispered next to Lane's arm, his height was only enough to reach this point.

"It's just that it is said that such a young talent and young talent have nothing to do with the convenience of his father's use of his position in the court."

The poet had a teasing smile on his face.

He had a good impression of the Hacksol father and son, and in this era, it was also the norm for the son to ascend to the sky with his father's power.

But poets are born with a love of irony, which is probably a problem that will not be changed in a lifetime.

Lan En glanced down at him, "Aren't you afraid that this guy will make you a little trouble?" ”

The poet smiled disapprehantly: "He doesn't have time to care about the gossip flying around him now, but only wants to rush out of Sintra, you can know if you contact him." ”

Geralt was the one who gave the horses to the butcher, and he naturally stepped forward at this point, facing Stewart with a frown.

"Can't you see how many people here are dying because they don't have food to produce heat, knight?"

Ciri followed Geralt, but Lane noticed that the knight of Sintra, who had been canonized by Ciri's grandmother herself, had only begun to sweep the little girl's face and did not look at it again.

It seems that she is an ordinary refugee girl.

"Honorable Witcher."

As if he hadn't heard Geralt's sarcasm about his identity, the young man with black and gold hair responded to Geralt without the slightest change in his face.

Calm and non-negotiable.

"We must prioritize improving the combat effectiveness of our soldiers, and these horses are the most effective resource. It is more efficient and long-term than to eat refugees who cannot fight. ”

"yes. Distribute the horses to the soldiers, and let many people here starve to death and die of cold. But it doesn't matter. After all, in the long run, these things are always inevitable, right? ”

When Geralt said such things with his dead face, few people could not be angry, and that was a gift of his.

But Stewart still didn't wave.

"So if you give these horses to the refugees, there will be good results? Eating meat tonight will give them calories and make them relatively comfortable for the rest of the night, but then what? ”

The knight, who was younger than Ranne, didn't move, but his tone had suppressed Geralt.

"Then we met Nilfgaard's small force, the scouts. And then, the better result: we won again with the same good fortune as before. So because of the lack of these cavalry, who is the death of the people we should be able to take care of? ”

And what if the results are not good? What if we lose? ”

"We used all our strength, me and my few cavalry, soldiers, a few witchers. You also know how many people we can deal with, and a small army of 200 Nilfgaard can kill us all! At that time, the Nilfgaard people will not care whether they are refugees or remnants, one will count as one, and all of them will not live. ”

The argument between the witcher and the knight caught the attention of some of the people around the refugee group.

Some of them looked at Geralt expectantly, and the horses that were spewing white heat from their nostrils.

Others, after a struggle, chose to turn their heads away and stop looking at these tempting 'flesh'.

The eyes have power, and many have more weight in the eyes.

Making a choice under many glances requires not only logical judgment, but also a big heart.

Geralt, who was cold on the outside and sensitive on the inside, undoubtedly felt uncomfortable now.

Until a broad palm covered his entire shoulder.

It's Lann.

The tall figure behind him looked down at Geralt with a persuasive look in his eyes: "That's it." ”

With what Rann knew about Geralt, he wasn't really the one to come out at this point.

It's just because of the wariness of Hacksol and his son in his heart that he made an abnormal move.

As a witcher who has been on the continent for decades, Geralt has seen a lot of wars.

Therefore, he should know that in a chaotic situation, it is absolutely right to give priority to the supply of people with combat effectiveness.

It's brutal, but it's realistic.

Even if the refugees in the refugee group were starving to death, the soldiers and horses had to be fed.

Because if the soldiers fail in the face of the Nilfgaards, then the refugees will not even have a chance to starve to death and wait for a turnaround, and will only be executed in one day.

The little commotion that rose briefly was slowly subsiding.

And at the end of this uproar, Haxel Lynn, an acquaintance of the witchers, leader of the refugee group, and former head of the royal family of Sintra, also walked out from behind Stewart.

He was no different from Rann when they first met.

His sideburns and beard were so delicate that even his nose hair was trimmed, and his clothes were worn and stained, but he still worked hard to tidy them up.

He had a strict and self-contained posture, as if he were still the head of the palace.

Except for one thing.

He held a heavy steel scepter in his hand.

Lane had seen this thing before, in the mayor's office of Sintra. It represents the power granted by the royal family to the mayor to manage the city.

"What's wrong guys? The atmosphere seems to be a little tense? ”

With a smile on his face, Haxel walked between Geralt and Stewart and greeted them both ways.

"Nothing, father." Stewart replied calmly, "I had a bit of a disagreement with the witcher just now, but now it's settled. ”

"Really? That's great! Now that the situation is difficult, we refugees who are trying to survive in the cracks can't stop catching fires in our nests. ”

Hacksoll smiled like a peacemaker.

His eyes turned around, then suddenly lit up.

"Ahh It's not."

Hacksol's enthusiastic call was interrupted by Gerd who stepped forward.

Gerd made an introductory gesture: "This is Boldon, my fellow of the school. Heard the news and came to help me. ”

Haxsol's smile froze at first, but then returned to normal.

"In times of crisis like this, Sintra would be immensely grateful to anyone who can come to help."

As if he had never seen Lan En before, he enthusiastically went up and shook his hand.

And Lan En seems to have reacquainted himself with this acquaintance.

After looking up and down slightly, he shook Haxel's outstretched hand.

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