After listening to the description of the Lady of the Lake with a playful expression, Lan also knew that the goddess did not care about the people coming and going on Lake Vigema.

As long as she didn't want to, then even if the Temerians turned Black Tern Island over, or even if Lake Vigema dried up, they wouldn't be able to see the goddess's true body.

"Then I'm going to do nothing."

Lan En spread his hands and shrugged.

The goddess nodded indifferently.

"Of course, I also want to see how many more creative things they can show."

The witcher shook his head at the goddess's playfulness.

Ran's test was complete, and at the end of the test, he banished the evil gods who had invaded the world.

They may be excellent intelligence officers, but there's no doubt that their senses are as sharp as the average witcher.

At least the tavern in the village is not only completely renovated, but even the wooden façade has been painted.

"Long time no see, Thaler."

"It's really not good, you can let it go and drink it again?"

Thaler pressed his head and endured the pain as he whispered hatefully.

"Siloton?"

Lan immediately stopped persuading the intelligence boss who worked for Foltest.

After all, a bald intelligence boss with a monocle smiling at you is probably not a good sign.

Regardless of the title, it is not so simple in terms of spirit and action.

"Then Nilfgaard limoncello, an extra spoonful of syrup!"

Holding his king-size cup, Lan En didn't mean to hide it too much.

"War, no matter how alarmist it is, it's just like that. Everyone is familiar with it, after all, which country has not yet been at war? Win or lose. ”

The tavernkeeper Gatis hurriedly sat down Ryan while looking around.

It is painted with bright paints to resemble the statue of a lady in the lake on the beach outside the village.

Margarita hadn't been here for a long time, but the huge rent she had paid was still in effect.

The vigorous and fiery red beard is very representative.

And the preciousness and persistence of presenting a certain spirit cannot be relied on by talking or preaching everywhere. That's going to be put to the test.

Habitually, Thaler poured cold beer into his mouth again, and then his head was pumped with ice.

Based on their performance on Lake Vigema, Lane knew that they had basically figured out the question of Black Tern Island's beliefs about the Lady of the Lake.

The witcher took a sip of the wine glass in his hand and asked curiously.

"Master! Master Lanen! ”

Sileton Giancardi.

"Or else? I still remember the day when you put on a dejected face as if you were about to die, and said your last words to make me remember your name. That kind of self-introduction is really rare. ”

"My. Save? ”

A mouth, as always, swearing.

But Thaler refused.

"Okay. I forgot that you were raised by a son of a bitch, and you are also a decent person. ”

"yes, long time no see, Master." He looked natural and unsurprised. "Respect, long time no see."

And then, Lan En's gaze moved down from the middle of the door that had been pushed open, and he could see the appearance of the person who came.

But this room wasn't the one Margarita had booked.

"If you want to blame it last time, it's already blamed. As I said, I do not reject the contact of the righteous and bright. Besides, Gatis is not in a position to refuse you. What's the matter with him? ”

Now that Lan En's size has completely opened up the gap with ordinary people, perhaps in the eyes of the tavernkeeper, how can he hide it a little when he sits down.

"Only this time, Logevan's Wigo Fortez. This talented, handsome-faced, and promising member of the Wizarding Guild shines in this negotiation. ”

Is there someone in the legion on one side who has a noble spirit, and the other side who does not?

So which one should the goddess support?

Who has a noble spirit in the greater number will be blessed more, and less will be blessed?

But if a legion already has a large number of warriors of noble character and perseverance, then they can't win without the intervention of the gods?

The operation of human society is no less complex than the code of conduct of a god.

In a series of actions before that, the five virtues of knighthood were manifested in him.

"So what should I care about?"

But in this world, whether it is self-proclaimed or has an orthodox identity, where is there less of a knight?

Even if there are a bunch of civilians in the town hall of Vigema, which secretary general does not have a knighthood?

At the table sat a bald head with monocles.

The only ones left who can still show chivalry are the lone wanderers.

But that's not right!

There are no sorceresses around here!

Lan En silently pressed the roaring bear head pendant around his neck to make sure he was not wrong.

The tavernkeeper looked even happier.

Kitten and Cologne were so happy, they were both gouging that big package.

Once inside the village, the witchers found that the former sordid fishing village had become much richer again.

Obviously, Elu Cat and the New World Ancient Dragon also felt a little relieved after coming out of the Fire World.

"Beer like this in the summer, and I've drunk it in the fucking Virginia Palace. Just a few times! It's free now! ”

However, the smile on the corner of the intelligence leader's mouth still attracted Lan En's attention.

The witcher raised an eyebrow, feeling a little uncertain.

Just like in the previous war period, even within the Nilfgaard Legion, there were no singing and weeping sacrifices in the large army of tens of thousands of people?

A warrior who did not die in the glorious spirit of a knight?

But these people will not be blessed and favored either, because this is a war between human beings.

But Lane felt that Thaler was now smiling at himself. More like having fun?

Once inside, the candle flame illuminates the less well-lit interior in warm tones.

The person who pushed the door out looked very hesitant, and this emotion could almost be heard in the sound of hesitating pushing the door open.

If you want to draw an analogy to someone other than yourself.

Lan En scratched his cheek.

"Don't." Lan En shook his head, remembering the bitter taste of herbs that he couldn't get used to. "Sweet, strong, thank you."

He threw the towel on which he was wiping his glasses over his shoulder and cheered.

That's why a drama-like plot is staged around Lake Vegema.

"What to drink this time, Master? Last time the Redania herb? ”

But from what Lan had observed, there were five people sitting in the tavern now, but none of them were sitting here to get themselves drunk with alcohol.

In the midst of the test, the 'real gold' will be revealed.

"You don't blame him, do you? Our group of people are engaged in intelligence, but Gatis is a decent person. ”

With that, Thaler looked at Lan and grinned.

The tavern owner who had changed into a new silk puff-sleeved tight-fitting top, and his sharp-eyed eyes immediately saw his big customer.

"Aha!"

Lan En, who was bowing his head into the door frame, also raised his hand to say hello.

"Oh, everything is going according to the flow." Thaler said nonchalantly as he squeezed a soft garlic clove out of the oily roasted garlic and ate it.

But the follow-up to this topic is really surprising.

The Lady of the Lake distorted Triss's original teleportation technique and gave the Mirror Master Gaunt Gunt Odim a face, bringing Lan to her.

An image of a god who upholds the spirit of chivalry.

This 'confrontation' has been going on all the way.

"By the way, how did the post-war negotiations go?"

Rann took a sip of the syrup-filled Nilfergaard lemon, the sweetness in his mouth making him feel comfortable.

The unicorn arched his head to taste the smell of green flowers and moss balls, but the flannel balls were guarded against it, saying that they wanted to see if they could be grown in this world.

That smile must have left a terrifying impression in the eyes of many intelligence officers.

As usual, in order to take care of the villagers' receptivity, the unicorn and the flannel ball had to stay outside.

Walked straight to a table in the corner of the tavern.

But if acting is enough to win the favor of the goddess, then this favor is too cheap.

"Your savings, Sir Lanne." Thaler spat out a word that didn't make Rann feel anything.

Lan En's original intention was to change the topic and divert the attention of this social animal brother.

"Poof~ What a fucking shit, the refrigeration talisman for here is too good, and the beer is so cold that I have a headache."

Ryan sat across from him, smiling and raising his glass.

The resentment of the social animals seems to be very strong.

"You even remember my name?!"

However, after cursing, Thaler's hand holding the glass raised a finger and pointed it at the tavernkeeper.

Sitting in the corner of the wall, eating a plate of roasted garlic, the intelligence leader wiped his oil-stained hands on his body and picked up his own beer.

"But I think, Sir Lane. The first thing you need to be concerned about now is not the fucking war negotiations that have already settled down. ”

The witcher's palm pressed down: "Okay, whatever you want, whatever you want." ”

There was a 'squeak', and a door opened in the row of rooms behind the tavern.

Gatis brought a large cup with a mist of water on it, apparently iced.

"You, Gattis."

Onions, potatoes, and garlic are bundled in the shape of garlands and hung on load-bearing wooden pillars in the tavern.

Thaler let out a cool breath after drinking.

Therefore, gods like the Lady of the Lake do not interfere in the internal wars of humans.

The two guys were parting with each other, and neither of them cared about Lan En.

Honor, wisdom, generosity, valor and mercy.

Harsh, even desperate trials.

The favor of the lady of the lake is simple to say, it is enough to show chivalry.

Lan squinted at him and made a suggestion.

I feel that at least Geralt and Viselmir's life journey must be enough to be worthy of the lady's approval.

——

After greeting the Lady of the Lake, Lan En came to the Dark Waters.

Originally a member of the Giancadi Bank in Gos Wellen's city, he did not hesitate to join the Valyrian Steel Merchant House that Lann cooperated with Eritusa because he wanted to make a career.

The dwarf, who was originally enthusiastic and straightforward, was like a little rabbit cub caught by his parents, moving his steps towards the table where Lan En was.

(End of chapter)