From Demon Hunter to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 61: Where is the best place to treat guests in Sintra?

The merchant fell to the ground at once, and Rann casually threw off the remaining grip in his hand, his eyes fierce.

“Earn money in my country, and even dare to speak out against my country? Since you feel like you can earn money anywhere, get out of Sintra! ”

Deafening cheers erupted in the tavern, and half-drunk drinkers slammed their glasses on the table, spilling the drinks everywhere.

“Long live Sintra! ”

“Cheers to the triumph of our hero, the Earl of Lannister! ”

“No, no, no. Lane shouted, “I’m not a hero. ”

“Guarding Sintra is indispensable to any of you. You, my friends, you are the real heroes of Sintra! ”

The bar was so crowded that it almost tore the roof over; The bard plucks the strings and sings a new tune in an exciting key.

People outside looked inside curiously, wondering why the bar was so lively before night.

Then more people joined in and cheered together.

In the midst of this enthusiastic cheer, Rann turned around. The face that had just been smiling with humility and humility was instantly expressionless.

Lan turned around and grabbed the heads of several city defense soldiers and said:

“I remember I was taught when you can fight and when you can’t, where you can fight and where you can’t – I said that, right? ”

The soldier who had just been excited by Lann instantly calmed down. They looked at each other and nodded.

“Very good, looks like I said it. So—”

Lan turned to look at the owner of the bar, pointed to several soldiers and said, “The money they drink tonight is on my account, how much to drink.” Then don’t sell them any more wine for a month, and let the other pubs know as well. I said. ”

The bar owner smiled and nodded.

“Oh yes. Rann pointed to the soldier who had beaten the man, “The broken cup and the glass of wine are credited to his account.” ”

The bar owner smiled and nodded.

“Cherish your last meal at the bar. You won’t have a break for the rest of the month. ”

A few soldiers did not dare to argue, rushed to the front of the bar and surrounded the boss, raised their cups as if they had never drunk in their lives, and began to pour them into their mouths.

Lane tilted his head and signaled to the merchant who was bending down to sneak out of the tavern, and said to Ace: “It’s okay for others to go, but Sintra’s things should stay in Sintra.” ”

The arrow attendant nodded yes and turned to leave.

Geralt ordered a beer on the side and kept drinking and watching the play, and when he saw Rann return, he said: “I finally know why your name is so loud, Count Lannister of Sintra.” ”

“Don’t call me that, or I won’t pay for your drink.” ”

Geralt’s amber cat pupils were dazzling: “You will pay for my drink?” ”

At this time, the minstrel finally finished the repertoire, and the atmosphere of the tavern was also stirred up to a climax. He walked to the bar with praise and cheers and bowed slightly to Rann.

Rann pointed to the bard and said to the boss, “Bring him a glass of wine too.” ”

“Thank you, Earl Lannister. The bard said, “In Lower Miró Grasse, long admire your great name.” ”

When the bard speaks, he crosses his hands and fingers on his chest, his tone is neither humble nor arrogant, his speed is not hurried, and his posture has a dignified taste.

Rann looked him up and down, “Thank you for speaking up, Mr. Glass.” I will instruct the merchants not to publicize this matter, lest you lose your business when you leave Sintra. ”

Milo bowed slightly and thanked him, “Actually, you don’t have to care, I am also a businessman besides the bard.”

Merchants should not slander the land that feeds them, that’s the rule. He broke the rules, so I want him to be punished and that’s it. ”

“If everyone doesn’t follow the rules, who will do business with merchants? ”

Rann looked at him in amazement, amazed that a merchant of this era could live to say such a thing. But it may be precisely because he can say such things that he has to be reduced to working as a bard part-time.

The bar owner handed over a glass of wine with a smile and said, “Milo was here two days ago, and since coming to the tavern, he has been singing your father and your poetry, which has attracted a lot of business to my tavern. He always wanted to see you in person, and today he did so. ”

Lane looked carefully at Miró Glass in front of him.

As a bard he was not handsome enough, with a beard and thinning hair, and a flute pinned to his waist except for the lute; As a merchant, he seemed a little down, his clothes were shabby, and he was carrying two satchels on his left and right side, which were badly worn.

“Now that you’ve seen me, then what? ”

“I don’t mean anything else, just look up to you for a long time to see what kind of knight the prototype of poetry is.” I should be leaving Sintra in two days. ”

Geralt, who was sitting on the side, suddenly interjected: “You don’t look like a merchant, and you don’t look like a bard.” You don’t fit in with their feelings, but like a down-and-out aristocrat or the descendant of a rich man who fled. ”

Milo smiled slightly: “Living in this world, everyone always has their own difficulties. ”

Lane nodded, no longer caring about the merchant poet. He remembered that Geralt had a friend of the bard who passed on his fame to future generations.

Having a fan of poets is not a bad thing.

Putting the matter to the back of his mind, Lane asked the hotel owner for the time.

After learning the result, he said to Geralt: “I have to go to the palace first, and return to Sintra to meet the queen, do you want to come with me to meet Mossack and Ciri?” ”

Geralt shook his head: “I’m not going to the palace.” ”

Lang understood, threw a cloth bag embroidered with vines and leaves to Sward and House, and said, “Take my guests around Sintra.” ”

After speaking, he pointed to the merchant poet Miró, and took the boss and said: “His wine is also credited to my account.” ”

Miró Glass bowed to Lane in thanks.

Lane walked towards the door, and with each step he stepped on, a cheer such as “Long live the Lannisters” and “Pride of Sintra” sounded.

He knew that all this was just an illusory bubble, and it would soon be crushed by Nifgaard’s iron hoof.

He has been in the country for a year, carrying many flowers and accolades from the people here.

He was troubled: just as he had just smashed the businessman after hearing the insulting words of Sintra, in addition to acting according to his own plan to create a character to buy people’s hearts, he was actually really angry at that moment.

After Nifgaard invaded, would he really be able to escape as calmly as planned?

Lane walked and thought until he stepped out of the tavern and the sun was shining on him again.

The door closed, and House flipped the cloth bag in his hand, and there was a pleasant sound of coins clashing inside.

“Take guests around”? The two attendants looked at each other and nodded tacitly.

(End of chapter)