From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

the next day.

The lord's mansion of Blokilong Town, the study room.

Lane sat behind the desk, with House and Milwa beside him. In front of him sat the old butler Ens and his servant Levin.

Levin Brott, who was born in the town of Brokilon, hadn't taken Lan with him since he went to Skellige. This attendant has not weak diplomatic ability and internal affairs ability, so Lane left him in his hometown to work with Ens for training.

At this moment, Levin, who has worked with the old housekeeper for a long time, is reporting to his oath master.

"Miss Yuna has been integrating the work of the blacksmiths since she arrived in Sintra. After getting the armor you brought back from Mahakam yesterday, my lord, I have been counting the quantity, checking the quality, and adjusting the size of some armor. It is estimated that three After a few days, the preliminary work can be completed and put into the uniform training of the soldiers."

"During this period of time, I tried to communicate with the...ladies of Brokilon Forest. They still rejected the proposal to share the Brokilong Spring to treat the wounded, and refused to send archers to replenish the source of troops. At present, they only accept You, my lord, were among the few who went to receive treatment for their injuries."

Lane rubbed his head: "Forget it, after the dryads leave the forest, they can play a limited role on the battlefield with their numbers. There are druids in Oakland and field doctors in Oxburg, and the wounded The treatment is more or less guaranteed."

"When I'm free later, I'll talk to Eisina in person."

Ens, the old butler at the side, listened to Levin's well-founded report, and nodded slightly inwardly.

"Where are my members of the 'Lion Pride'? Have you followed up on their recent situation?" Lane asked again.

Levin, who is also a member of the lion group, has long been prepared: "House and Milwa, and Bill you took in from Skellige, the three of them have been following you, my lord, so it goes without saying..."

The two attendants standing behind Lan heard the slight envy in Levin's words, and raised their eyebrows proudly.

"Ms. Alice has been with Her Majesty the Princess during this time, and she has continued to paint while teaching Her Majesty's art courses. In addition to artworks, she has produced a large number of posters and illustrations, which are placed and posted in accordance with your instructions. Everywhere in the town, the generals who go out to fight also carry at least one poster with them."

"Those..." trolls have been helping the city defense and building construction since they came to Sintra, which has increased our efficiency several times. However, sometimes there will be some small conflicts due to "communication". Within the scope of control, you have seen it yesterday, my lord."

"Ms. Nanomi caused commotion among the residents of the town when she first arrived. After all, her race is quite special. The master demon hunter of the wolf faction paid attention to her for a while, and then personally announced her innocence to the residents. Harmful. But this lady likes to run deep into the Brokilon Forest, and recently I heard that she went through the forest towards Soden, and seems to be exploring some kind of elf cemetery..."

"These are members of the lion pride in Sintra."

"Mr. Kiyan in Novigrad often sends letters back, saying that he has met many friends; from the news that Mr. Zoltan brings back from there from time to time, Mr. Kiyan is already in Novigrad. Little famous."

"Ace contacted us in Arethusa through Ms. Triss's message from the beginning. But recently he started writing letters, and it seems that life has improved a lot. Those letters are all one-line reports for you , we dare not look through it.”

Lan nodded, and picked up the letter Ace sent back from Arethusa from his right hand. He was the farthest pawn Lane had arranged, and he was in the most dangerous situation. But his tasks have been completed very well, and he is also the attendant who has provided Lan with the most experience.

God knows how he did it.

The second is Kayan, the Cat Pie demon hunter in Novigrad. With systematic power, he cured the Cat Pie's ancestral insanity. Coupled with a propaganda campaign with the help of a drama troupe, there are indeed many good things. Fame spread from Novigrad, the "capital of the background".

Although it was a drop in the bucket, it still injected a little positive energy into the witcher's messy reputation on a certain level. The experience that Kayan provided Lan was second only to Ace.

The next one is the female night demon Nanomi. She is not willing to fight, and likes the forest as her residence. Her living habits are unexpectedly compatible with the dryads, and some of the tasks she receives seem very strange...

I just don't know why she was looking for an elf cemetery. After thinking about it, Lan En didn't pay attention. An old woman who is more than a thousand years old can take care of herself. There are systematic constraints, and there is no need to worry about the other party being unfavorable to you.

Alice stayed in Brokilon before Lann left for Mahakam. On the one hand, it was to let her get along with Sirido; The Ciri provides solid protection.

There is no need to go into details about the ice giant Jotun and the red dragon Kelturis.

And Svan Ridge is the most special. Although Lan En took him as a "attendant" in order to save the other party's life, but the impact of saying it was really bad. The outside world only thought that Lan En really used the magical power of the ancient blood The relative was rescued.

Lan En tapped the table with his index finger knuckles, and after thinking for a while, he ordered: "Afterwards, a group of soldiers will come from Mahakam, and you have to make proper arrangements for them. When the next batch of caravans go to Mahakam , and brought a few paintings made by Alice, saying it was a gift."

"Yes." Levin immediately recorded Lane's instructions.

"Don't be nervous." Seeing the attendant's serious expression, Lan couldn't help but smile, "Good job, Levin."

The Lord's affirmation made the young people in the small town excited. As the grandson of the mayor of the border town of Sintra, he never imagined that his life would be in the current situation.

Before Lan could say anything, he suddenly heard commotion from the corridor outside the door.

Then, he heard someone suppressed his excited voice, calling "Your Majesty" in a low voice.

"Lan, is it convenient for me to come in?" A steady voice came from behind the door.

Hearing the familiar voice, Lan En immediately showed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

"certainly."

After the voice fell, he had already stood up from the chair. The old butler, Ernes, has already stepped forward and opened the door, revealing the fully armed man behind who seemed to be fighting the waves on the boat just now.

Outside and inside the door, all the Sintra people couldn't help saluting the man and shouting:

"His Majesty."

Because he is the husband of the queen of Cintra, the lover of the lioness, the former king of Cintra, and now the man who has re-emerged as the king of Skellige—Ester Tursek.

For him, all Cintra people have mixed emotions.

In fact, from a strict legal point of view, East, as Calanthe's husband, also has the right to inherit Cintra, even if he is a foreigner. Many small countries on the mainland have been occupied by doves and magpies in this way.

In history, the kings of big countries always sent their second sons and daughters to marry abroad, and then the marriage partners of those children would unexpectedly "die of illness". It is nothing new for a big country to have a new vassal state as a result.

It's just that East is not someone who is obsessed with power. In order to prevent chaos within Cintra, he has long since given up this power.

At this moment, the man on the sea hugged Lan in comfort, and then looked at the room full of Sintra people, feeling filled with emotion.

"Long time no see, folks. Some of you have been with me before, and many of you are new faces. I am grateful for your continued struggle. My love knows your loyalty from the sky above the Three Lions flag, Blessings will be bestowed on you."

"However, I am no longer the king of Cintra, and I am not qualified to lead the lion." East patted Lan on the shoulder, "You can bow to me, after all, this is etiquette; but your spine can only Bend to the blood of my love, only..."

East's hand on Lan En's shoulder suddenly paused, and then he couldn't help laughing: "...Only two people can take on this honor. Only the male lion and the young lion."

The original awe-inspiring atmosphere in the room relaxed a lot under East's activity.

In fact, he didn't need to emphasize too much, although the people of Sintra's reverence for East hadn't weakened, but when he stood with Lan, everyone would still pour more loyalty into Lan.

However, with his statement, the Sintra people felt a lot more at ease.

"Uncle, when did you come? Is the battle on the front line going well?" Lan En greeted East with a smile, "You came... wait."

Lan En suddenly remembered something, and knocked his head angrily: "Is everyone here and waiting for me?"

East nodded and chuckled lightly: "That's right, I just came back through Mossak's portal to attend the meeting, and everyone else is already in the meeting hall now."

"I'm too lazy to sit down and stand up again, so I just act as a herald for a while and come to you."

"Everyone is waiting for you - Lion of Cintra."

There are infinite emotions in those words.

Lan hurriedly followed East and walked through the corridor to the largest living room in the mansion.

...

The living room of the lord's mansion has long been transformed into a military conference hall by Mossak and Marshal Vesekid. A huge stone table is placed in the center of the hall, on which is an exquisitely crafted map sand table, marking the current Situation in the North.

Battle chess carved in the style of the coat of arms of various countries are scattered on the sand table, and the long table is full of whispered discussions.

And when the door opened and the figures of East and Lann appeared, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned around. No matter who they are or what position they come in, they must salute and say hello to Lann at this moment.

"—Duke Lannister."

The sound echoed in the hall.

There is only one exception.

Ciri smiled at Lan in the seat of the stars and the moon. She restrained herself from running over as usual, but raised her chin slightly:

"Lan, come to my side."

So Lan strode forward, standing in the main position with Ciri in the eyes of everyone who deserved it.

This made East's eyes dim for a while, and the two people there reminded him of the past between himself and Calanthe.

No matter how other people feel at the moment, Lan En looked around the stone table, looking at the power he had collected during this time——

Among them are their most steadfast backing, the people of Sintra. The representatives attending the meeting were Mossack, Ens, Marshal Wieserkid, and several deputy generals led by the marshal.

A Skellig no less steadfast than a Cintra. The representatives were East, Kratz who came with East, the female blacksmith Yuna who heard that she was attending the combat meeting, and the druid masters from the Oak Ring of the Archipelago. The patriarchs of the other archipelago families are still fighting on the front lines.

And witchers and warlocks. The Griffin School only has Kern, and the Bear School only has Gerd; the Snake School has Letho and Kolgrim, and the Wolf School representatives are Vesemir and Geralt; the Warlocks only have Triss and Yennefer, all of them have arrived .

Finally there is the Volunteer Army of the Dwarves. Represented by Yarpan, Gabo, and Petrit, but they all stood obediently behind the Barclay Dwarf Colonel who had just come to attend the meeting through the portal.

Of course, there are other forces that have not been present yet, but can also be counted. Lane was thinking in his mind, such as the Freedom Corps from Kevier, and the United Kingdom that he had just parted from.

"Then." Lan En's dark golden lion eyes glanced over these people, and everyone responded to his gaze with various emotions.

Lifting it up from his chest in one breath, his voice involuntarily became calm and majestic.

"let us start."

——

Adar Aip Daxi's two arms were folded back almost at extreme angles.

His last memory was seeing the lion of Cintra outside the city of Livia, and he never woke up for a while.

The strange spell mastered by the lion and the herbal medicine concocted by the witcher with amber snake eyes worked together on him, and he never allowed himself to think for a moment.

Now there is finally no herbal medicine and no spells to cast on him, but the severe pain haunts him all the time. A man and a woman wearing armored rude guards almost folded their arms to a dislocated angle, and dragged themselves forward.

Although it was painful, Duke Darcy felt relieved. He knew that it was time for Cintra to need him, and his future fate would depend on his performance in a while.

Acting, this is his field of expertise.

The brain that hadn't turned for a long time began to work quickly, but before Duke Darcy could determine the plan, the two guards brought him into a hall and threw him to the ground.

Duke Darcy raised his head with difficulty, but the two guards did not give him the right to look at the environment freely, and he was quickly pinned down roughly by the neck and turned his gaze.

Right in front, as expected, stood the lion of Cintra, as well as the lion cub that the whole of Nilfgaard was looking for——Cirilla Fiona Airon Leanlen.