From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

The businessman fell to the ground at once, and Lan shook off the remaining grip in his hand, looking fiercely.

"Earn money in my country, but dare to speak ill of my country? Since you think you can make money anywhere, get out of Sintra!"

Deafening cheers suddenly erupted in the tavern, and the half-drunk drinkers smashed their glasses on the table vigorously, spilling the wine everywhere.

"Long live Sintra!"

"Hail the triumph of our hero Lord Lannister!"

"No, no, no." Lane shouted loudly, "I'm not a hero."

"Anyone of you is necessary to protect Cintra. You, my friends, are the true heroes of Cintra!"

The bar was so full of people that the roof was almost toppled over; the bard plucked the strings and sang new tunes in a passionate tune.

The people outside looked inside curiously, wondering why the bar was so lively before nightfall.

Then more people joined in and cheered together.

Amidst the enthusiastic cheers, Lan turned around. The face with a humble and humble smile just now was expressionless for an instant.

Lan En turned around and grabbed the heads of several city defense soldiers, saying:

"I remember I was taught when to fight and when not to, and where to fight and where not to—did I say that?"

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

"Very well, it appears I did. So—"

Lan turned to look at the owner of the bar, pointed to a few soldiers and said, "The money for their drinks tonight will be charged to my account, and I will drink as much as I want. After that, I will not sell them any more alcohol for a month. The tavern also informs me. I said it."

The barkeeper nodded with a smile.

"Oh yes." Lan pointed to the soldier who beat him. "The broken cup and the glass of wine will be charged to his account."

The barkeeper nodded with a smile.

"Treasure your last pub meal. You won't have any downtime for the rest of this month."

A few soldiers didn't dare to argue, rushed to the front of the bar and surrounded the boss, holding up their cups as if they had never drank in their lives, and began to pour into their mouths.

Lan tilted his head to signal the businessman who was bending over to sneak out of the tavern, and said to Ace: "Others can leave, but the things in Sintra must stay in Sintra."

Arrow attendant nodded yes, turned and left.

Geralt ordered a glass of beer and watched the show while drinking. He saw Lann come back and said, "I finally know why your name is so famous, Earl Lannister of Cintra."

"Don't call me that, or I won't pay for your drinks."

Geralt's amber cat eyes sparkled suddenly: "Will you pay for my drink?"

At this moment, the minstrel finally finished the repertoire, and the atmosphere in the tavern reached a climax. Surrounded by praise and applause, he walked to the edge of the bar and bowed slightly to Lann.

Lan pointed to the bard and said to the boss, "Give him a glass of wine too."

"Thank you, Lord Lannister," said the bard. "My lord Milo Glass, I have long honored your name."

When the bard spoke, his hands and fingers were crossed in front of his chest, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, his speech speed was neither hasty nor slow, and his posture was dignified.

Lan looked him up and down: "Thank you for your righteous words just now, Mr. Glass. I will tell those merchants not to publicize this matter, lest you lose your business when you leave Sintra."

Milo bowed slightly and thanked, "Actually, you don't have to worry about it, I'm also a businessman besides a bard.

Merchants should not slander the land that feeds them, that is the rule. He broke the rules, so I want him to take the punishment, that's all. "

"If everyone doesn't follow the rules, who will do business with businessmen?"

Lan looked at him in surprise, amazed that a traveling merchant in this era could say such a thing alive. However, it may be precisely because he can say such things that he has to be reduced to working as a bard as a part-time job.

The bar owner handed over a glass of wine with a smile, and said: "Milo came here two days ago. Since he came to the tavern, he has been singing your father and your poems, which has attracted a lot of business to my tavern. He has always hoped to be able to Seeing you with my own eyes is my wish fulfilled today."

Lane carefully looked at Milo Glass in front of him.

As a bard, he is not handsome enough, with an unshaven beard and thinning hair, and besides the lute, he has a flute pinned to his waist; as a businessman, he seems a bit down and out, with shabby clothes and two badly worn satchels slung left and right.

"Now that you've seen me, what then?"

"I don't mean anything else, I just admire you for a long time, and I want to see what kind of knight the prototype of poetry is. I should leave Sintra in two days."

Geralt, who was sitting on the side, interrupted suddenly: "You don't look like a businessman, and you don't look like a bard. You don't fit in with them, but you look like a down-and-out nobleman or a descendant of a rich man who fled."

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

Lan nodded, no longer caring about the merchant poet. He remembered that Geralt had a bard friend, and his name was passed down to posterity.

It's not a bad thing to have a poet fan.

Putting this matter behind him, Lan asked the hotel owner for the time.

After learning the result, he said to Geralt, "I have to go to the palace first, and when I get back to Sintra, I have to meet the queen to say hello. Do you want to go with me to meet Mossak and Ciri?"

Geralt shook his head: "I'm not going to the palace."

Lann expressed his understanding, threw a cloth bag embroidered with vines and leaves to Sward and House, and said, "Take my guests to take a good look around Sintra."

After speaking, he pointed to the merchant poet Mi Luo, and said with the boss: "His wine is also credited to my account."

Milo Glass bowed to Lane in thanks.

Lann walked towards the door, and with every step of his footsteps, there were cheers such as "Long live Lannister" and "Pride of Cintra".

He knew that all of this was just an illusory bubble, which would be crushed by Nilfgaard's iron hooves in the near future.

He has been in this country for a year and has carried many flowers and praises from the people here.

He was troubled: Just like he just slammed the businessman after hearing the words insulting Sintra, besides acting according to his plan to create a character to win people's hearts, in fact, he was really angry at that moment.

After Nilfgaard invaded, could he really escape calmly as planned?

Lan En walked and thought all the way, until he stepped out of the tavern, and the sun shone on his body again.

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

"Take a good stroll with guests"? The two attendants looked at each other and nodded tacitly.