From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Baron Veserad wears an exaggerated large-brimmed hat with a huge harpy feather hanging from the top of the hat; a mink fur shawl on his shoulders, a shirt with elegant patterns embroidered with silk, and the thumbs and index fingers of both hands. Each one also wears a huge agate.

This outfit was in sharp contrast to the barony around him, which was so barren that it was called the "Crow's Nest".

You can basically tell the quality of the other party.

Baron Veserad's voice and accent were as exaggerated as his clothes.

The baron's bodyguard he brought over was easily knocked to the ground by the blue-clad iron guards, but these special forces did not dare to attack the baron easily.

Obviously this is not the first time Baron Wesselad has done this. Every time he is able to move freely among these soldiers by virtue of his identity.

The only person in this team who needs his slight attention is Roche. Although the other party is just a bastard, he is still a close minister of the king.

But this time, there was no embarrassment on the face of the blue-clad iron guard. Instead, he watched Veserad break into Roche's tent with a mocking smile.

"Vernon Roche, take your people and get out of my territory!"

"I heard you brought a sorceress? Those weirdos who play with magic should be hanged together with the filthy monsters!"

Even if there is one more sorceress, it is nothing to a baron.

But unexpectedly, when the baron opened the tent like the previous times, what appeared in front of him was not the tramp who was lucky enough to be promoted because of the king's favor.

Nor is she the handsome sorceress who is rumored to be able to play with herbs and the human body.

"Veserad, Baron?" Lann turned around, his dark golden lion eyes without any emotion.

Baron Veserad stiffened.

He knew so well who the person in front of him was, and he even collected a Gwent card modeled after the person in front of him. Whenever there was a gathering, he would take out the collection card and show it off to his companions.

But when this person actually appeared in front of him, Baron Veserad was speechless.

"Lan... Duke Lannister?"

…

Lann glanced at Baron Veserad, and without even saying a word, he raised his hand and struck out [Axi Sigil].

The misty ether element suddenly enveloped the Baron's face, and before his domineering attitude could completely turn into shock, he was completely covered in confusion.

"We need a force familiar with the terrain to help us explore the terrain of Velen, do you understand?"

"...Understood." Baron Veserad replied in a confused tone.

"We also need you to issue a notice to ask all villagers in the Willen area to cooperate with our actions. Do you understand?"

"...Understood." Baron Veserad replied in a confused tone.

Not to mention Roche, even Keira was dumbfounded when she saw how easily Lan made a baron obey him.

Most of the sorceresses' methods are to seduce and charm, but they are rarely able to achieve this level of hypnosis.

"What are you waiting for?" Lan En said coldly.

Baron Veserad maintained a dull posture, turned around and was about to leave.

Lan shook his head and turned around, meeting the eyes of Roche and Kayla.

Before he could continue greeting and discussing plans, he suddenly thought of something.

"No...no, wait." Lan suddenly waved his hand to stop the other party.

"I have another question that I need you to answer carefully."

…

I don't know when, the expressions of Roche and Kayla started to become angry.

They listened to Baron Wesselad shouting loudly outside to gather the troops, and heard a burst of surprise and confusion, but the answer Baron Wesselad had just answered echoed in their minds.

"That's it, that's it... No wonder he clearly knew that I was carrying out the king's order, but he still obstructed me in every possible way!" Roche murmured to himself, "He is not just arrogant and stupid..."

The commander of the blue-clad Iron Guard took a deep breath and suppressed his racing heart.

But thinking about what would happen next, Roche's lips curved into a gloating smile.

"This is exactly the stupidest performance, and he will never have this opportunity again in the future." Lann waved his hand and started looking at the map on the table again.

Roche nodded: "I will definitely report this matter to His Majesty the King, even the title of Baron cannot protect that guy!"

Lan did not agree with Roche's idea, but chuckled: "If everything goes well, he may not even be able to wait for the trial of King Foltest."

Roche was stunned for a moment, and immediately retorted subconsciously: "Duke Lannister, after all, Veserad is also a baron of Temeria!"

The implication: You, Lord Lannister, are not qualified to judge him. If we act rashly, it will bring huge trouble to both Cintra and Temeria.

Even though Roche still retained his personal admiration for Lan in his eyes, there was still a defense of Veserad or Temeria's legal principles in his words.

Lan shook his head and did not elaborate, but changed the topic.

"Let your people come back and rest for a while first. It will take some time for the locals in Willen to collect information and come back. I have a more convenient way. Let's go and investigate first."

However, Keira became interested in Lann, and there were not many opportunities for her to be alone with Lann.

"Duke Lannister, were you using the Witcher's 'Sign' technique just now? Or was that the unique ability of your ancient blood? Can you..."

…

Lann's Axi Sigil lasted for a long time.

Until the clerk finished writing the notice, the herald left on horseback, and all the orders of the guards under Willen had been distributed in an orderly manner——

Only then did Baron Weiserard shudder violently, and his eyes regained clarity.

He glanced at the followers beside him who were bowing their heads and waiting for orders. These people did not use hypnosis with magic seals and had almost no thoughts of their own. At this moment, they were still mechanically and obsequiously waiting for the baron to give them orders.

The baron shouted "Ah" and kicked the attendant away in fear and anger.

"What just happened, and what did I say to the Lannister?"

The baron could feel something strange about himself, but he had no detailed memory of that time. He just felt as if he was in a dream.

"Can anyone tell me what happened?!"

The attendant who was kicked to the ground had no time to rub his wounds and quickly got up from the ground.

"My lord, you have just issued a new decree, calling on all the people under your rule to cooperate with Duke Lannister's actions, and..."

"Idiot, it's not these!" Baron Wesselard kicked up again, "Lannister asked me questions during the process. What did he ask me? What did I say?!"

This time the attendant did not get up so quickly. He struggled for a while and then replied intermittently:

"My lord, I...I don't know, I dare not listen to the conversation between you and Lord Lannister..."

"Then what use do you have?!" Veserad was extremely angry.

"Lannister! Damn it! Lannister! Lannister!" The baron rushed towards his squire, punching and kicking like crazy.

"I also collected your Gwent cards before, and I praised you very much!"

"But now, you actually use despicable magic like a warlock and mix with Mud Legs. You have disgraced your reputation. I want to duel with you! I want..."

"Ouch!"

…

The thundering roar suppressed Baron Veserad's roar, and the fortress-like ancient monster flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

Kelturis stretched his brick-red scales against the wind, glanced at the ground imperceptibly, swung his tail, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The Velen people's eyes widened, and some even fell to the ground in fear.

"Dragon, red dragon...the legend is true. Duke Lannister is not only a dragon slayer, but also a dragon master..."

A trace of yearning flashed in the attendant's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed in his heart. He turned around to look for his baron, only to find that Veselade was running wildly towards his horse, and there was especially dust on his pants that he had just collapsed on the ground and had no time to brush off.

The baron ignored the calls of his subordinates, hurriedly looked at the direction in which the dragon was going, and then ran out.

"Long Fei went in the wrong direction...Yes, I definitely didn't say those important words to Lannister."

Cold sweat was pouring down, and the wind in front of me couldn't dry it.

"There is still a chance, there is still a chance..."

…

When the horses began to pant, a small swamp appeared in front of them.

After bypassing the swamp, a desolate village appeared in front of them.

——It is said that the village is actually in debt. There are only four or five swaying wooden houses here, which have long been deserted.

But among these broken wooden houses, there is a particularly neat church-like villa. Creepers, vines, and other parasitic plants clung densely to its surface, as if extending from above to absorb the spirit of the other houses.

Baron Veserad took a deep breath. He looked up and saw that the sun was almost setting.

He didn't encounter any monsters that haunted Wellen along the way, and water ghosts, ghouls, and swamp witches all avoided him.

He knows why.

There was a burning sting on his hand, and strange runes flashed in Baron Jue's palm.

"Ah, damn it!" Veserad cried out in pain. The next second, the originally locked door of the wooden church slowly opened under the control of invisible forces.

"Crunch——" a long and long sound sounded.

In such a remote place, in such a dilapidated environment, and with a building like a "church" that doesn't sound very good at first glance, whatever happens next should be suitable for writing in a ghost story.

But Baron Veserad had a look of obsession in his eyes.

He shook his painful palm and quickly entered the church, where countless half-burned candles were relit as he walked. The dim candlelight illuminated the dim church lightly, and there seemed to be peeping eyes inside every ray.

Baron Wesselad turned a blind eye to the blurry vision in the hall. He quickly walked to the end of the hall following his memory, and a hanging painting came into his eyes.

Looking at this painting, the obsession in the Baron's eyes became even more intense.

There are three graceful women in the painting, with strange temperaments and graceful postures. They barely cover their bodies with leaves and hair, and use naked lines to outline large areas of gray skin.

If Lan was present, he would be able to tell that these three sisters were the three he saw in his dream.

In the picture, they have little cover, but there are many decorations such as flower crowns, necklaces, and rings; the one in the center of the three is holding a flower basket in his hand, which is filled with flowers and berries symbolizing the harvest. , sharing the meal with two other sisters.

Baron Veserad looked at the juice overflowing from the lips of the three sisters in the scroll, and looked at their figures with fascination, wishing that he was the one chewing the cherry in their little mouths.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't help but step forward to touch the hair of the woman in the painting - the material was actually real human hair.

"Are you here again?"

An ethereal voice suddenly sounded, as if it was echoing from a distant cave.

"It's not time to sacrifice yet, little Baron." The voice was beautiful, but the wording was gentle. Even the corners of the woman's mouth on the scroll were slightly curved, as if she was looking at Veserad.

"Or do you want some other reward?"

Baron Veserad swallowed hard, shook his head, and suddenly began to wave his hands excitedly.

"Lady in the woods, Foltest's attack is coming!"

"We know, you told us." Another voice sounded. This voice was smoother, like nectar that was still being held tightly even though it was drying up. "Didn't I ask you to delay it for a few more days? Just wait until we are ready. The guards from the entire Willen Province will only become fertilizer for the swamp..."

"No, no, this time is different." Baron Wesselard said eagerly, "This time it's a Lannister! Lann Lannister Lealen of Cintra! He's here!"

The candlelight in the hall suddenly stopped swinging.

The light suddenly dimmed by more than one degree.

"Lei Anlun?" A third voice sounded. This voice was hoarse and more itchy, like sharp nails scratching the navel.

she repeated.

Then, three voices sounded like a trio.

"Lei Anlun?!"

Baron Weiserard nodded hastily.

"Yes, the Lady of the Wood. Lann Lannister Ra'anlon! The Lion of Cintra!"

The candles that had dimmed in the hall rekindled with intensity, quickly burning out the beeswax, but continued to burn and hang on the empty candlesticks.

"Very well, you did a good job, little baron." The smooth voice sounded, "This news comes just in time."

"What reward do you want? A bumper harvest in your own garden? Fattening cattle and sheep? Or... hmm?" The tone rose slightly at the end.

Baron Veserad's breathing quickened.

"I would like to ask the three ladies to give me another dream..." Sure enough, he showed admiration and couldn't help but stroke the hair of the three sisters in the painting, "Another... dream that enters the painting."

A cheerful chuckle filled the air, and the three sisters seemed happy to hear this request.

"Again? Little Baron, you are so greedy." The smooth voice said.

"In this case, this time, we decided to make your dream longer." Another hoarse voice continued.

"And this time, it's the three of us together, hey..." the last voice ended in a low voice.

Baron Weeserad looked happy: "Thank you to the lady in the forest for her kindness, thank you..."

Before he finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly rang with the sounds of mechanisms and magic, and suddenly collapsed.

The Baron did not fall into a sweet dream as usual, but let out a short scream and rolled down the tunnel. Before he reached the bottom, he was knocked into a coma by stones along the way.

At the end of the tunnel, three figures that were either huge, thin, or twisted had been waiting for a long time, and saliva flowed uncontrollably from their mouths.