From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 379 I announce: Xili is my wife

Apprentices from each school form teams, warlock students are supernumerary, and formal demon hunters lead the team. This system has completely dispelled the concerns raised by Vesemir and the others before.

If other people proposed such a system that was so different from tradition, the demon hunters might really have to think about it carefully; but since it was Lan who proposed it, no one had any opinions.

Kolgrim even laughed in an air-conditioned manner: "I wonder which teams can allocate female students - wouldn't this increase the instability within the team?"

Lan glanced at him: "Then the male student who assigned you Ban Ade?"

"don't want."

"I think you're trying to keep yourself safe!"

Although those who come out of the Warlock Academy are "students", they are different from these teenage demon hunter apprentices. Warlock students are all students who have studied in the academy for more than ten or even decades, but they still maintain their youth under the influence of magic.

A grandmother who is old enough to be a witcher's apprentice.

By the way, in Cintra today, all male sorcerer apprentices are younger. Because in the past Aretusa was strict about entry and exit, and the assessment was strict; but in Ban Ade, there were many students who graduated hastily or even dropped out.

Lann chuckled lightly: "This wave of apprentices were hastily sent out for training in order to 'stabilize the situation in the north.' After they grow up, I plan to continue to follow this model and have apprentices form teams to station in each country's divisions for a period of one-year training." The demon hunter commission in 2016 was used as the [Mountain Trial] assessment."

All the demon hunters nodded: "If the effect is good this time, then it will be no problem to use this mode in the future."

Lambert suddenly asked: "What is the attitude of the countries in the north towards demon hunters now?"

Witchers can receive courtesy in Sintra, and they have rarely gone out in recent years. But which one of you here has never traveled in the North and been made difficult for?

"I had already discussed it with them at the [Cintra Conference]." Lann naturally would not make any mistakes on this. "The demon hunters who go out are a team independent of Cintra, and there is no politics." identity."

"But each country needs to give witchers 'knight'-level courtesy and treatment. If the previous situation occurs again, then Cintra will come forward and I will come forward. At the same time, no witchers will enter their areas in the future. "

"At first, some kings were disapproving based on their expressions. But now three years have passed..." Lann chuckled, "Many countries are urging us to send support to their countries as soon as possible, and even took the initiative to build [Hunter] in many secondary cities. [Devil Station] - They thought I was deliberately holding these apprentices captive and not letting them out."

Vesemir shook his head: "How do they know how difficult it is to train a demon hunter? It's only been three years."

Geralt smiled: "But the lives of these apprentices will be much better than ours in the future."

"It may be difficult for them to get the training we had originally." Kelda raised her head and sighed, "But this is also the purpose of our efforts to revive the school and rebuild the religious order, isn't it?"

All the demon hunters smiled. They looked over the proposals in front of them again and voted to pass them.

Then they each began to arrange the finishing work of the subsequent training, make plans, and organize the list to coordinate with the warlock team for the subsequent arrangements for the [Green Grass Trial] and [Dream Trial].

"By the way, Lann, how are the training of the Lion sect apprentices you hid now?" Leisuo suddenly asked, "They have been trying to control griffins since last year, right? Now they can conduct air combat?"

"What about 'hiding'?" Lan smiled and shook his head, "But they did start trying to ride griffins last year..."

It went on like this for a while.

After talking about the business, it was rare for all the demon hunters to gather together, and they naturally began to communicate about the current situation of their lives.

The topic extends from usual training anecdotes to new types of monsters that appear at the intersection of the celestial sphere during this period;

Kyaan boasted about the latest Novigrad star show featuring him, while Lambert went from the story of Eskar and the Night Stalker to a review of the latest entertainment venue in Sintra...

The flagon on the table was soon empty.

Just as Kolgrim was beating his chest and calling out to Oaks and Seret to bring another barrel of wine, a crisp "dong dong" sound suddenly sounded outside the conference room.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a slim and heroic figure rushed in.

Xili greeted everyone one by one with a smile, and then the smile on her face became weaker and weaker. By the time his eyes moved to Lan, his face had completely become serious.

Lambert smirked, stood up and was about to speak——

"If you dare to call me 'Her Majesty the Queen,' I will order you to be banned from all taverns in Cintra when I get back." Ciri interrupted first.

The smile on Lambert's face stopped and he looked back at Geralt.

Bai Lang spread his hands and made a helpless expression like "I can't control her."

…

Shirley stretched her waist, showing that her figure had completely grown into what Lan En remembered in the past three years.

Now she is half a hand taller than Yennefer and Triss, and her limbs are well-proportioned, slender but strong; she still doesn't like to wear skirts and often wears leather armor that can wrap up the concave and convex curves. Of course, there are also old housekeepers. Arrangement of decorative accessories.

Now she lives in the palace all year round. Although she never slacked off in sword training and even went out for actual combat occasionally, the housekeepers and warlocks still insisted on using various nourishing products and even magic potions for her skin care, which made Ciri's exposed skin look like silk. .

Every time Yennefer and Enns looked at Ciri, they would be as satisfied as if they were appreciating art.

She still wears the wolf head badge on her chest, and her private temperament is more like a free little she-wolf than a majestic lioness.

Now she was staring at Lan with a wolfish aura with her emerald green eyes.

"Um...I..." Even Lan stuttered a little, "Did I miss something again?"

Shirley tilted her head and motioned for Lan to pick up her memo.

Then Lann's face began to change rapidly, like a scalded prawn.

"Damn!" Lan exclaimed.

"That's right." Xili said with a straight face, "You should have tried on the wedding dress an hour ago."

——

May 1, 1269, was an important day for Sintra.

This day every year is the traditional May Day. People will start burning fir trunks into fires on the night of April 31, and encourage young people to dance around the bonfire to improve their luck and celebrate the ancient natural cycle of rebirth. . The carnival will last until the early hours of the next morning.

At the same time, this day is also the birthday of the Queen of Cintra, Cirilla Fiona Aeron Lealen.

However, this year's May Day, Sintra people are not reveling, but are preparing for a new celebration in full swing.

After today, May 1st will also have new meanings for the people of Sintra.

"Are you nervous?" East helped Lan arrange the buttons of his cloak and straighten the little golden lion-shaped thing.

"It's hard to say I'm not nervous, dear uncle." Lann looked at himself in the mirror, his face stiff.

The young man in the mirror is a head taller than the King of the Islands next to him, with a tall and straight figure; his smooth and solid muscles stretch out his red-bottomed black-striped dress, like a silent lion.

His half-length blond hair was neatly combed back. The old butler first brought a gold hairband inlaid with red agate. After gesticulating for a while, he shouted "too redundant" and shook his head to give up. He turned around and called his grandson Hardy to bring incense and sesame oil to play with it.

The action is in full swing.

"It's right to be nervous." East nodded matter-of-factly, "After all, you will become the king of Cintra from today on."

Lan glanced at East in the mirror with empty eyes, making him laugh.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. After all, your current appearance is too rare." The former king of Cintra shook his head.

Lan took a deep breath, and he did feel a little more relaxed after Easter interrupted him.

"Are you really not considering standing behind me when you take the oath?" After thinking about it, Lan asked again, "I want you to hand me the cloak for the bride."

East smiled and shook his head: "Geralt will like this role of elder very much. Poets also prefer to sing stories about connected fates."

Seeing Lan's face stiffen again, East sighed: "And I am now the king of Skellige. This kind of occasion is not suitable for me...but I do prefer to watch the ceremony below as a witness."

Saying this, East touched the ring on his ring finger that he had never taken off, and looked at Lan with even more emotion.

The butlers and etiquette officers were preparing in an orderly manner.

"When——" "When——" "When——" "When——"

The loud and solemn first bell sounded outside, until the eleventh. There were more and more people around the palace, and the lively noise could even be heard by Lan En in the house.

Lane knew it was now.

Enns stepped aside and allowed East to inspect Lane's clothing one last time.

"Go, my love and I will watch you together and bless you."

The ceremonial officer stood beside Lan En and carefully followed Lan En to the main entrance of the palace.

Fresh and warm air rushed in along with roaring cheers. The crowd was slightly quiet when they saw Lan's appearance, and then became more and more excited like boiling oil with cold water added.

"Lord Lannister!"

"The Lion of Sintra!"

"We offer you our most sincere blessings! May you and Her Majesty Sirila fall in love forever!"

Lann did not smile at the citizens in a friendly manner as usual, but had a serious face. In front of him, hundreds of soldiers faced each other and lined up the road for him.

These soldiers were wearing brand-new, polished armor, all of which had just been glazed a month ago. They wore extra red silk one-shoulder cloaks on top of their armor. When they saw Lan coming, they all pulled out their swords tied with ribbons around their waists and raised them above their heads, crossing each other.

A steel arch of more than 100 meters was formed in front of Lann.

The crowd's cheers became more enthusiastic, and Lan took a deep breath and walked into this passage. Every time he took a step, the soldier behind him would swing his sword down, and the ribbon on the blade would spread to the ground.

Go all the way to the end and arrive at the square in front of the palace. There was a red carpet underfoot. Mossack and Geralt looked at Lann with a smile at the end. Behind them each stood an ceremonial officer.

Geralt saw Lan approaching him, smiling, showing two rows of teeth that were whiter than his hair.

"Today I am your elder." Geralt said with emotion.

"Shut up." Lan twitched the corner of his mouth, "Only for today."

"You two." Mossak shook his head, but couldn't suppress the smile on his lips. "Pay attention, they are coming."

The cheers of the crowd rose to a higher level again, almost breaking through the clouds in the sky.

…

"I called a few druid friends over." Mossak looked at Lan's movement of raising his head and said quietly, "Don't worry, there won't be a single cloud in the sky today."

…

Compared with Lan passing through the "arch" alone, there was a sea of flowers wherever Ciri walked. Dozens of flower girls crowded around her, singing simple and joyful tunes.

The flowers spread all the way to the red carpet, and the flower girls spread out, revealing Ciri being held by Yennefer.

"She is so beautiful." Geralt sighed from behind Lan.

…

Lan's mind went blank for a while.

It wasn't until Shiri came closer that Lann slowly came up with an idea: She was finally wearing a skirt again.

Lane briefly lost the ability to think, but the others did not.

Mossack had been waiting for this day for an unknown amount of time. He admired Lan's stunned expression and Ciri's gradually turning rosy profile, ears, and neck from a close distance.

Geralt was doing the same thing. It took him a long time before he started to perform his duties today, and said slowly: "Who is here?"

The one who answered was Yennefer. She also wore a rare white hollow dress today. It was difficult to judge whether Geralt's praise just now was about Ciri or her.

"Cirella of Cintra is here to get married. She is the daughter of Pavetta, heir to the Cintra royal family, and now the Queen of Cintra. Who wants to marry her?"

"I, Lann of Cintra, son of Lannister. I will marry her." Lann heard himself say.

His slightly dry lips opened and closed without any control, and his throat vibrated spontaneously: "Who will sacrifice her?"

"Yennefer of Vengerberg, the adoptive mother on whom her fate depends." Yennefer's voice also became dry for a moment.

Yennefer's heart was also beating fast. She took a deep breath and turned around: "Ms. Sirila, are you willing to accept this man?"

"I do." Lann heard Ciri say in a low voice, her voice like the tinkling spring of Kaer Morhen that had just melted.

The people of Sintra had long silenced their voices and watched this scene eagerly. At this time, even a fly flying by will be silently swatted to death.

A ceremonial officer stepped forward lightly. Geralt took the cloak from his hand and handed it to Lan; Yennefer also took one and handed it to Ciri.

Ciri lowered her head slightly, letting Lan put the cloak on her shoulders with gentle and caring movements.

"Did you re-knit the stitching? It looks much more refined." Lann said suddenly while looking at the griffin's mane dotted with red gems on the cloak.

"Shut up, don't talk too much." Ciri gently covered Lan with the Great Griffin cloak, with the reddish-brown feathers fluttering in the wind.

"Okay, sorry."

Mossak cleared his throat. He cast magic on himself and made his voice loud enough for everyone in Sintra and the foreign guests watching the ceremony to hear.

"Here, under the banner of the Three Lions of Sintra, in the presence of the ancestors of Sintra, and in the presence of the world, the bridegroom and the bride are married."

The old Druid's eyes gave a slight hint, and Lann reacted. He took Xili's hand and intertwined their fingers, feeling a cold but warm temperature coming from inside.

Then the druid took the ribbon from the ceremonial officer's tray and intertwined their clasped hands.

"From now on, their bodies, minds, and souls will become one - forever." The ribbon was loose, but Lan felt that Ciri's hand was holding tightly.

Mossack took a step back and said, "Please look at each other and recite the oath."

This is an oath that has been practiced countless times. Lann slightly lowered his head and looked at the moist green eyes close at hand and said softly.

Shirley's voice also sounded at the same time.

"With this kiss, we give our love; with this oath, we give our hearts."

"I will be his (her) and he (she) will be mine."

"From today on, I will do it until death."

…

Seeing the two young men's faces touching each other, the crowd erupted into an unprecedented climax. Even the original National Restoration Ceremony was not as enthusiastic as it is now, which is about to overthrow the world.

Geralt and Yennefer stepped aside, their eyes filled with emotion.

He suddenly lowered his head and met Yennefer's violet eyes.

He suddenly felt that he had something to say.

"You smell so good."

Yennefer frowned slightly: "Geralt, we are at the wedding of Ciri and Lan."

"Well, you smelled great at the wedding."

The sorceress frowned, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but raise.

…

Mossack's bearded face was beginning to rippling, but he still had one last step to work on.

He took a crown from the hands of the official, which attracted everyone's attention.

Even the cheering crowd stopped again.

He gently picked up the crown that held tens of thousands of gazes, moved it into the air, and finally put it on Lan's head.