The Executor of the Heavens: Beginning with the Watch Dogs

761 - Witness 2
This man, who seemed to be a servant of the palace, came to Geralt and Xie Yuan, waved his hand first, and then a group of singing and dancing girls immediately dispersed cautiously, and a long-haired court servant also followed closely behind.

After the bath girls left, the court attendant glanced at Geralt and Xie Yuan, then wiped their heads expressionlessly, and then evaluated: "Well, this should be enough."

The handyman came over and handed the towel to Geralt first, and he responded speechlessly after taking it: "Does Emhyr still care that I'm not clean?"

"Sir, please be sure to respect His Majesty's full name," the servant said with a contemptuous glance at Geralt, "or just shut up."

Then the chamberlain went up to an armchair: "Sit this gentleman in that easy chair."

"...An...what chair?" Geralt seemed a little confused by the servant's words.

"Uh..." The waiter who walked to the easy chair sighed speechlessly, "It's that...chair."

Now Geralt understood, so he walked towards the... chair in a nonchalant way.

"Clayton," the servant looked at the handyman again immediately, "please shave this gentleman and leave half an inch of sideburns."

"Sir," the servant looked at Xie Yuan, "Your facial cleansing work is very good, it seems that you are indeed a bureaucrat from a foreign country - please come with me to change clothes."

Xie Yuan laughed in his heart when he heard the words: If he is really an oriental in this era, his smooth chin will only give people an unreliable look—in fact, as a real ancient bureaucrat, long hair and long temples are the mainstream ...But it does make some special repairs.

But he is actually an active military member, so a clean and tidy face is a must.

However, Xie Yuan still failed to make it. A man with long hair, white face and beardless, but completely dressed in a gorgeous black military uniform came over, looked at the servant and asked, "How is the preparation for the audience going smoothly?"

Seeing the arrival of the man in black military uniform, the servant immediately said respectfully: "Yes, General, these two gentlemen will be on the stage soon."

Because Xie Yuan didn't care much about getting close to this obviously noble guy, he just stood there needlessly and didn't say a word.

But Geralt's performance seemed mean. Xie Yuan was sure that he must have understood the servant's words "General", but he just asked on purpose: "Who is he? Is he also a barber?"

I really don't know if it's fearlessness, or I really don't care.Xie Yuan felt a little emotional when he heard this.

The general was obviously helpless when he heard the words, and his face was also turned down, speaking the northern language with a Nilfgaardian accent: "No, I am General Morvan Furis, the commander of the Alba Division, Ye Nai The guards of the law are all my subordinates."

As he said that, he looked at Xie Yuan: "Thank you for saving them after the break-according to Ye Naifa, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to survive the wild hunt, but you killed them in seconds-I have to say, if a If the generals of the imperial guards have such abilities, then I am really worried about how powerful the great northern empire will become."

"I can only say... If a dynasty is at its end, it is doomed to perish if it does not experience a complete change." Xie Yuan seemed unwilling to say much, and became completely reticent, "It is obvious that they would rather indulge in In the luxurious and luxurious life, there is no longer the ambition of the past."

Xie Yuan heart
"Hmm... If you have time, please tell me in detail. The situation of the Great Northern Empire seems to be a worthy opponent."

General Morfan touched his chin, then waved Xie Yuan away: "Take Your Excellency Yuan Xie to change clothes first, I have other things that I need to talk to Geralt about. question."

"Then I'll take my leave first." Xie Yuan nodded to General Morfan, and then followed the servant to the locker room.

Here are three dummy racks, each with a gorgeous black gown...yes, three black sheath gowns.

"I'm sorry," the waiter spread his hands, "because I don't have the correct size, sir. If the clothes don't fit, our tailor can modify them immediately."

But Xie Yuan glanced at the waiter playfully, but didn't speak.

With Xie Yuan's eyesight, it can be seen that these tight-fitting dresses are indeed not slim, but judging from the figures of Geralt and himself, they are just right but a little tight.

This is definitely a special adjustment after the observation of the servant - in order to bring out the aristocratic style of Nilfgaard, and at the same time slightly restrict the wearer's ability to move.

So what do you say does not fit and needs to be modified?Hehe, just listen to it.

Xie Yuan didn't care about the clothes, so he picked a one-piece dress in the middle that seemed to be tightened at the waist.

Anyway, the servant didn't think much of it, so Xie Yuan also pulled off the towel all over his body, and then put on the one-piece dress, then the slim-fitting breeches, and finally the blanket boots.

When Xie Yuan finished dressing himself, Geralt also finished repairing his beard, and then walked to the dressing room, then looked at the two sets of clothes here, and at Xie Yuan's appearance, and complained helplessly: "Black, Black...or black?"

"We don't like too many colorful colors in Nilfgaard." The servant looked at Geralt, trying not to show his disdain. "Please let me know when you have chosen your clothes, sir."

Now Geralt also reluctantly chose a set of clothes to change into, and then looked at the servant side by side with Xie Yuan: "What's next?"

The servant first looked at the effect of Xie Yuan and Geralt after wearing it: "Hmm... the waist is a bit tight, but it should look good. Gentlemen, are you sure you want to choose these clothes?"

"Our court clothes don't pay attention to self-cultivation...but it doesn't matter if I wear this." Xie Yuan has no objection.

Anyway, it’s an experience... Just try to taste it with all your heart.

Geralt was a little annoyed and said a wisecrack: "It would be even better if I could wear a studded tunic with a sword hanging on my back, forget it... everyone has gone to Nilfgaard..."

"What do you want to say?" The servant frowned at Geralt.

"It's nothing, it's just talking." Geralt didn't want to get too entangled in these matters, "Then what happens next, do you still need to powder?"

But fortunately, the housekeeper felt that both of them had fair skin and good complexion, so they didn't need it.

Now there is only one thing left to do in the preparation for the audience: teaching the audience etiquette.

However, for Xie Yuan, who has a good body language coordination ability, he knows it like the back of his hand.

But Geralt... can only say that Xie Yuan doesn't believe that he can't do it well, but Geralt just wants to do it in a particularly rough and uncoordinated way - but the servant can only acquiesce on the grounds of being "northern".

Then it was time to meet the emperor—that is, Ciri's biological father.

"Grave Head Jumping Di" Emhyr, what kind of man is this, Xie Yuan really wants to see it - although he failed in the end, this monster of political biology + utilitarianism dares to marry his direct heir !
Of course, Xie Yuan had long heard that Fortest, the dead king of Temeria, was a bold and reckless person who dared to make his sister queen, but he was dead after all, a dead king—especially after being assassinated. The positive meaning of the dead king suddenly overwhelms the negative.

Along the way, Xie Yuan has been thinking about things alone, while the servant chattered endlessly about the precautions for meeting the emperor, but Geralt also liked to chat with the servant occasionally.

The guard knights on both sides of the road stared at the passing demon hunter with mockery and disgust, but they didn't have any impression of him...so the cat's eyes were indeed a bit annoying.

When he came to the emperor's office, the servant loudly said Emhyr's full name, "Your Majesty, Emhyr Enrith, the white flame flying over the enemy's grave!", and made a very standard salute gesture.

Then whispered to Xie Yuan and Geralt: "Quick salute!"

Geralt was helpless, probably because the servant said that the punishment was heavy during the conversation, and he was probably afraid of hurting others for no reason; Xie Yuan didn't care, because saluting would not lose a few ounces of flesh, and at the same time, it could also exercise his normal Heart.

So both of them saluted, and Xie Yuan vaguely felt a smile on Emhyr's calm and prestige face.

Seemed pleased with Geralt's behavior - Geralt must have been very rude in the past.

"The demon hunter stays, the others go out first." This was Emhyr's order.

He didn't accept the interview with Geralt?Xie Yuan didn't care when he heard that, after all, in his opinion, the secret relationship between Geralt and Emhyr was probably deeply entangled.

So he followed the servant out of the door, leaving Runthil and Geralt alone.

(End of this chapter)