Foltest is bleeding.

It must not be so easy to approve the money, but he never said it when he met with Lan.

That's the way smart people behave.

He also knew Len's style.

Lan En looked at the ledger in his hand and smiled.

"In this way, the Knights' finances should still have a surplus of about 50,000 Oren."

Lanne's finger tapped on the ledger.

Not only is Foltest transfusing blood to the Knights, but Eretusa has always been there for the Knights.

These things add up to a lot of money.

Even if you remove the cost of running and maintaining the Knights, you can still easily come up with 50,000 Oren coins.

"I need to take out thirty-two thousand Oren from the surplus now, will this have an effect on the Knights?"

Lenn looked up and asked Lincoln and Stewart.

As Lan En had traversed the Celestial Junction Rift again, Lincoln, who had grown quite a bit, had now left a glimpse of a soft, green beard on his lips.

It seems to be to make himself look more mature when he is less than eighteen years old.

He thought for a moment, then responded confidently and crisply.

"My lord, no problem. It's just that our project in the vicinity needs to be extended. My brothers and I have long since ceased to pursue material comforts, so we have a lot of surpluses. These things should be at your disposal if the lord needs them. ”

"Thank you, Lincoln." Lan En scratched his chin a little embarrassed at first, and then said solemnly.

"Thank you also to all the brothers in the Order. But this is only a loan, and I will return the money as soon as possible after the emergency. ”

"I built the 'embers,' but I'm not going to use it to squeeze anyone."

"All of us are convinced, my lord."

Lincoln put his hands behind his back and leaned slightly towards Lane.

Rann then gave his bank account to Lincoln, who would send the money in.

In this way, the risk of capital chain rupture faced by these industries has been objectively solved.

The reason why I say 'objectively' is because subjectively, Lann does not regard the Order's operating funds as his own property.

He said that he would pay it back, and then he would definitely pay it back.

It's just that repaying the money of the Knights is not as urgent as the broken capital chain.

"Okay, that's the end of the conversation."

After arranging a huge sum of 32,000 Oren, Lan En's face suddenly became official.

Before that, although it was a little awkward, the overall atmosphere was still relaxed.

Geralt, who was standing against the wall next to him, looked at Lan in surprise.

He hadn't said anything else before he came.

Lincoln and Stewart, on the other hand, seemed to have expected it, and their expressions remained calm.

The flannel ball sitting on the small chair next to Lan En also meowed inexplicably, and then his eyes turned around the two people opposite him and his boss.

"You guys." Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly, "You haven't given up on the idea of going to the Grass Trial, have you?" ”

Hearing the familiar and chilling words, Geralt's body tensed subconsciously, and his whole body straightened up from the relaxed posture of standing against the wall.

The old witcher's cat-eyed eyes looked at the two knights in front of him.

The disbelief in those eyes was palpable.

How could anyone want to have a trial of grass? Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to stab the neck directly?

But the reaction of the two people on the other side told Geralt: Yes. They just crave the 'torture' that even witchers can't avoid.

Lincoln pursed his lips, and the soft, green beard on his lips also rolled.

Stewart was as cold and insistent as ever, just like the steel part of his mandible.

As always, the Ember Knights were the first armed force that Lanen had pulled up with his own hands.

Although in [Memory Deep], Lan En's perspective has commanded the war of extinction of the stars, incomparable starships and thousands of superhuman warriors.

But that's just a memory of being a bystander.

The 'Embers' were the first team he personally assembled and commanded. He is proud that these Sintra men have grown up to where they are today.

But at the same time, while they worship themselves as if they were facing gods, this autonomy also gives him a headache.

Obviously, even if Lan En repeatedly said that 'the Grass Trial is a dangerous and immoral operation', these knights were all willing to take this risk in order to strengthen themselves and keep up with Lan En's footsteps.

Even longing to endure 'trials'.

To this day, Lan's power has reached an indescribable extent.

But during the Northern War, his eyes after a slash on the battlefield were enough to scare the battle-hardened Nilfgaard veterans into silly.

Even the mere rush past the Nilfgaard soldiers can induce their 'superhuman phobia'.

Hands and feet are weak, and the mind is in a trance.

But now, with serious eyes, he looked at the only two knights opposite.

The two knights stared at him impartially, cold sweat broke out on their heads, but their bodies remained motionless.

Stubborn like a stone.

Although Stuart is even older than Ran, Len still has a feeling-

They are very similar to him.

This kind of determined and stubborn gaze must have been the same when Triss tried to persuade him not to get into trouble with Virgin.

If you think about it and decide on it, then you will continue to do it.

Lan En looked at them with serious eyes for nearly a minute, and the beads of sweat on their heads had already gathered on their chins.

But in the end, no one gave in.

"You guys. . . Let's get out first. ”

Finally, Rann shook his head and said to them.

The two Ember Knights breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out.

"That's my problem, Geralt."

Lan En, who was sitting in a large chair, said with his chin propped up.

"In order to keep up with my combat intensity, they are obsessed with the grass trial."

"Hey, the battle of Soden Mountain has stimulated them."

"But the knowledge of the witcher's mutation can't be passed down any longer." Geralt stood by the wall, reminding Len in a calm tone.

"This is still the news you brought to Kylemohan, remember?"

"Of course I remember. I'm not greedy for my Knights to be a moor-hunter, you know that. ”

Lane responded to Geralt's question in a helpless voice.

Geralt nodded silently.

He was a witcher himself, so he knew better how abnormal Lan En's behavior was at that time, even for the witcher community.

His fighting intensity is not at all in the normal range.

So whether it was out of trust or something else, Geralt didn't believe that Lan En would spread the Grass Trial in his Knights.

"But. Stewart. ”

But then, Geralt struggled to spit out a name.

Stuart Lynn, son of Haxel Lynn.

The torture and pain he endured during the war, his persistence and hard-liners, these people are well aware.

And more importantly. Whether it's Geralt or Ran, or even all the survivors of the original refugee group.

Dandrien, Ged, and Ciri, they all feel that they owe Haxel a favor.

A great favor that took so many sacrifices of life.

Stewart himself never said these things, but if he didn't say it, it didn't mean that Lane felt that they could forget it.

"He's the only one," Lan En pinched his forehead with a headache, "I can't refuse his request." ”

"He will definitely insist on participating in the battle, but that body is not far from disability at all, and entering the battlefield is looking for death. Unless."

Unless you become a demon hunter, your transformed body will not only be stronger, but you will even be able to undergo more surgeries to correct your disabled body through crystal cultivation technology.

Geralt opened his mouth as well, but couldn't say anything.

"The Grass Trial is too dangerous, not only for the success rate, but also for the waves caused by success. You get it, Lanne. ”

In the end, he said only one sentence.

"You're still the same old man, Geralt." Lan En shook his head and laughed lowly, "When I encountered a dilemma, I first thought about not choosing and both. It's like you can't choose it in the end. ”

Geralt stopped talking.

Because of this character, Ye Naifa has been separated and reconciled with him many times.

But this hesitation and stalemate between difficult choices is also the reason for his good nature.

"I'll try to improve the Grass Trial."

In the end, Lann had to make his own decision.

"So, what about the Knights who are staring at you, Ling? And when they saw that the road was indeed open, they did."

Geralt said with a frown.

But when he looked up, he saw Ran's eyes.

Already without hesitation in the eyes.

"Just?" The corners of the young witcher's mouth were slightly hooked, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"At that time, I think that whether it is the current situation, or my strength and power, it should be enough to deal with these things."

Geralt relaxed a lot when he saw this: "That's great." ”

——

They didn't stay too long at Fort High Hill.

Lan En had come mainly to remit the thirty-two thousand Oron needed urgently.

By the way, he recognized the castle that belonged to him, and this place was the first time he had visited since it was given to Foltest.

After all, he has a lot of things to do.

Once you're down the mountain, head north from the south of Willen, towards the borders of Redania and Temeria.

The two countries are naturally bounded by the Pontal River, which flows east-west, and are divided from north to south.

Novigre is located on the border between the two countries, on the side of the Redania, on the delta at the mouth of the Pontar River.

It is a free city that nominally belongs to Redania.

Northerners often say 'Novigre is the capital of the world'.

The city has incredible wealth, influence, and strategic position.

So in the north, if the business doesn't go to Novigre, no one will think you're doing a big deal.

No one will think you are a successful businessman.

That's why Geralt said that the shapeshifter named Doodoo had an estate in Novigre and was suitable to be Lann's asset manager, then Lann would find it reasonable.

But after all, the prosperity of the city is only limited to the surrounding areas, and the road from Willen to Novigre is still poor.

So even if it's a witcher, plus a 'big man' who is obviously not in the right shape even if he doesn't take off his cloak, trouble still comes in.

(End of chapter)