From Demon Hunter to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 59: Nifgaard’s Footsteps Approach

Three Ravens Tavern.

Citizens who have completed their work, idle soldiers, wandering travelers, resting merchants, different people holding their glasses and drinking freely in their respective places.

The wandering bard sits on a high platform in the center of the tavern, playing his beloved lute.

His fingers caressed, and the notes flowed in his fingertips:

“The forest is leisurely, shrouded in Blochlon.

It curses the dwelling place of mankind and devours the princess’s way home.

I heard the dryad shouting ‘Leave’,

After dawn, the lions followed.

He came to the north in the morning light,

The long sword cut through the dawn, and the blond hair fluttered like the wind.

When it all begins, pray for a low sound in the forest,

Fate turned, defiance of starlight.

I heard the dryad shouting ‘Leave’,

After dawn, the lions followed.

He follows in the footsteps of the princess and goes into the pool alone.

The long sword pierced the silver eye, and the blond hair fluttered like the wind.

When it all begins, pray for a low sound in the forest,

The transfer of fate, defiance of starlight…”

The bard sings leisurely, and the tavern is not lively enough at night, which is the right time for this kind of lyrical poetry to be sung in a low voice.

While listening to this song, several soldiers dressed in city guard armor sat at the front, seemingly treating this as an appetizer, cup after cup.

Wait until the bard finishes singing and bow in greeting. A soldier shouted:

“Give our bard a dark beer and pay tribute to our Lannister Earl! ”

The city guards raised their glasses, and the people in the tavern responded:

“To Count Lannister! ”

“Warriors like lions! ”

“Honor our pride in Sintra! ”

All kinds of wine glasses collide, all kinds of wine are spilled, and the tavern owner is smiling.

After a hearty drink, the sound of discussion also sounded in the bar.

“Fortunately, Count Lannister, otherwise Little Princess Sirella would not have come back.” ”

“Alas, it’s just a pity for the covenant with Verdon. Nifgaard is getting closer, and we have now lost their support…”

It seems that some soldier has been touched by nerves and slams his glass onto the table.

“Who is talking nonsense! Her Majesty the Queen has issued an announcement, and Verdon has long harbored evil intentions! Besides, what is Nifgaard! Our soldiers in Sintra can be ten with one! ”

Soldiers are jumping on their feet, and passing travelers are negotiating with each other.

“Nifgaard has already annexed Abing, Mechette, and Nasser, won’t Sintra be next? ”

“How so? Although Sintra is not a big country, it is also far more powerful than ordinary small countries, and it is separated by the Amel Mountains, what did Nifgaard call? ”

“Look, with the northern powers of Tymoria, Rydania, Kodwin, and Aden, Nifgaard does not dare to really invade the northern kingdom. ”

“Even if Sintra is gone, there are so many countries in the North.” Without Sintra, maybe we can earn more…”

The merchant was playing with his knowledge, and a wine glass slammed over, smashing the mouthy merchant to the head.

When the merchant came to his senses and was about to curse, several soldiers had already surrounded him.

“What do you mean, huh? The soldier grabbed the merchant by the collar and viciously pressed his fist against the other’s nose: “Are you saying that we in Sintra are inferior to Tymoria, Rhedania, Kodwin, Aden?” What a big country, it’s all straw bales! ”

The soldier punched the merchant in the face, turned his head, and spat out alcohol with a red face:

“We in Sintra, with Her Majesty the Queen ‘Lioness’, Her Majesty King East from Skellig, the invincible Marshal Visekid, and the new lion, the Earl of Lannister, who can defeat us? Who can! ”

The door to the tavern was slammed open, and the knight of the lion emblem stepped into the door.

Behind him were silver-haired demon hunters with two swords on their backs, followed by three attendants dressed in different costumes.

People’s eyes lit up and they saw the living Earl Lannister.

Because of the previous Lan Enqing map mission, his reputation among the people has always been good. At this moment, all kinds of drinking friends rose up and cheered, and toasted to celebrate the completion of a battle that was enough to compile poetry and circulate.

Only the soldiers who had just supported Sintra the most turned pale. The man at the head let go of the swollen-faced merchant, and quietly tried with a few companions to block the merchant’s figure.

Lan casually took the wine glass handed over by a drinker, clinked glasses with all the hands that reached out to toast, and drank all the way, and when he arrived at the bar, he was at the bottom of the drink.

His hand pointed to the table where he handed the glass, and said to the owner of the tavern: “Give everyone at that table a glass of Vijima Champion.” ”

The boss nodded in agreement.

Rann then turned to the unnaturally looking city guards.

“Lord Count. ”

The soldiers greeted Lan one after another.

Lane asked, “What’s going on?” ”

Several city guards squeezed each other’s arms, and finally the leader said, “He… They say we can’t beat Nifgaard … He also said that Sintra would have made more money if he destroyed the country. ”

The businessman was silent.

Rann’s eyes narrowed and he said to the owner of the bar, “Bring him a drink as an apology.” ”

Two could not breathe, and a large glass of dark beer was photographed by the boss in front of the businessman.

The merchant picked up his glass and did not dare to look Rann in the eye. The mouth touched the mouth of the wine glass, and he wanted to drink but did not dare to drink.

Lane stretched out his hand to hold the bottom of the cup and raised it, and said, “Drink.” ”

The merchant takes a sip.

Lan’s hand was still holding the wine glass.

But the higher his hand became, the merchant drank more and more urgently, and soon choked, and had to cough and drink at the same time, and then the wheat-fragrant liquor sprayed out, soaking the collar of his coat.

Lane grabbed the bottom of the cup with one hand, and the mouth of the cup was turned upside down.

“Finished drinking? ”

The merchant nodded.

Lan also nodded, turned around and took the empty wine glass and spun around.

“My soldier had just hit a friend who had come all the way from a foreign country, which was not right, so my soldier apologized to him. But I wonder what exactly this friend said, who can tell me? ”

Everyone in the bar had playful expressions.

The owner of the blacksmith shop, who was drinking, shouted first: “He said Sintra can’t beat the Nifgaards, shit!” The soldier got a step ahead of me, or I’d have kicked my newly worn shin guard into his ass! ”

Then a citizen who came to rest: “Lord Count, I heard him say that it doesn’t matter if Sintra is destroyed, he can make more money by going to other northern countries!” ”

The poet in the center of the tavern gently plucked the lute: “The owner of the carriage feared the iron horse of the sun wheel, and spoke ill in the tavern.” With the pearl of the North in his mouth but no respect, the soldier’s iron fist strikes to uphold justice. ”

“Good. Lan nodded, “Then the situation is clear. ”

Lan turned around and slammed the wooden wine glass on the merchant’s head.

(End of chapter)