The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 425 Meeting (Sorrowful parting for the leader)

  The demon hunter climbed up to the ceiling again, and quickly moved forward, following the shadow of the pillar like a gecko. Along the long corridor, down two flights of stairs.

  He climbed outside a blue gate that was big enough to hold a carriage and was embroidered with three lions.

   One left and one right guarded two attendants in white loose robes. The two were staring at the air in front of them, staring at the air in a daze, completely ignorant of an unexpected guest on top of their heads.

  A sparrowhawk flew into the window, fell into the corridor, and jumped along the red carpet to the front of the attendant. While waving its wings and scratching his head, he tapped the small heads at the two guards.

  As if to say, come and touch me.

  They were immediately attracted by this scene, smiling at the corners of their mouths, quietly appreciating the hard work of this little guy.

  The hook-nosed attendant on the far right suddenly scratched the top of his head and raised his head suspiciously.

  A cyan triangle spell appeared in the line of sight.

  He shivered all over, his body straightened up like a puppet.

  The young attendant with a beautiful face on the left is still watching with interest the proud sparrowhawk with its long beak and feathers, full of disdain and provocation.

  Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

  As soon as he turned his head, his eyes were at a loss, and then he regained his clarity.

  ……

  Roy’s ears were attached to the wooden door, opening the senses of the Demon Hunter.

  And the guards on both sides directly regarded him as air.

  ……

  The center of the hall.

  A huge rectangular table seated more than ten guests.

  The finest silk and satin clothes, luxurious leather boots, and rings and necklaces all over the body show their strong financial resources and noble identity.

The king of Sintra, East Tursek, a dark-faced man with a hooked nose and a thick bearskin cloak, sat on the high-back throne of the chief, with no expression on his face. The temperament is calm.

  However, his eyes flashed with fire from time to time, and under his calm appearance, it seemed to be bred with volcanic anger.

His queen Carrance sits on the left, trimming her eyebrows and thin lips, and her straight nose shows a stubborn personality. She clasps an emerald necklace with her fingers. The smallest piece of emerald on the necklace is also the size of a wasp. Her gaze slowly sweeps over all present. Guests, with a trace of helplessness and fatigue.

  Druid and Islands Magic Advisor, Mossak of Skellig, sitting on the right side of the king.

  He wears a black hat decorated with three antlers, has a round waist, a bouquet of flowers and white beard hanging down to his chest, and his face is full of swords.

  Deep eyes flashed with anxiety and worry.

  He looked out the window, the sky was still shining brightly, but a trace of pitch black like ink began to expand.

  The storm is coming.

  "Dear guests from afar, the Sintra Conference has been going on for two months. I must have had enough of this hot, salty sea breeze and annoying sunshine. Today, it is time to have a result."

   "Let’s express one by one." East's right hand tapped gently on the armrest of the throne, "It will start with Skellig’s ambassador..."

   The round druid got up, bowed to everyone, and said loudly,

   "Your Majesty, your brother, the ruler of Skelliger, King Bran, has agreed to the request of the two countries to join forces."

  "Once the southern barbarians stationed in Mount Amer enter the territory of Sintra northward, King Bran will send Skellig's invincible fleet to help your Majesty fight against outsiders!"

  The people at the table nodded, but their expressions did not change much.

  The King Ister of Sintra and King Bran of the Islands are brothers. The people of the Islands have always had a clear-cut love and hatred, and their tempers are straightforward. It is only reasonable to send troops to support them.

  East smiled at the woman beside him, showing his white teeth, and turned his eyes to a bald man with a faintly blessed beard under the table.

  "Ambassador Crody, what do you think of Sintra's defensive league?"

"Ahem, being invited by your Majesty and the Queen, I am very frightened, especially for these two months, I am deeply sorry for the kindness of my Majesty, and I have no repayment. This time I will return, I will do my best to persuade His Majesty Evel to send Verdon's army to assist. Sintra fends off the invaders of Nilfgaard together!"

  "Master Claudius can't give me a true letter?" Calanser frowned, and a trace of anger flashed across his charming face, "After two months, is it not enough for your majesty to think?"

  "Does Evel still have a sorrow about what happened last year?"

  Karanther sighed inwardly.

  Verdon has been a subject of Sintra for a long time in the past, under the asylum of Sintra, but in recent years it has continued to develop and has become more and more out of control.

  But Wieden dared to be sloppy at this critical juncture because of a major incident last year-Princess Hilli went missing for no reason on the way to Nastrog’s engagement with Prince Christine.

  Although Mossack later received her from the Brockleron Forest.

  But the engagement between Hillary and Prince Christine was also put to rest by Lanser.

  The marriage between the two countries ended.

  In addition, a relative of King Verdon, the governor of Fresnet, who was in charge of receiving the family, is still missing. Everyone guessed that he was killed by a tree spirit in the primeval forest.

  Because of these two reasons, the king of Verdon, Evel, turned a corner to reject Sintra's call.

   "Don't dare! Master Evel has always been grateful for the respect of the two majesty. If it weren't for the embarrassment, he would definitely come to meet him in person." Ambassador Verdon lowered his head and knelt down in front of the two majesty. He speaks with eloquence, with crystals from the corners of his eyes,

  “However, Wieden has been unable to protect itself in recent years, with constant civil strife and banditry...”

"Okay, no need to explain!" East waved his hand to stop Ambassador Crody's speech, unable to hide his disappointment. The people on the land were not as straightforward as the islanders. "You go back and inform Evel, Sintra and Wei. Boarding is the head and stern of a ship. If we sink, how can Weeden be spared?"

   "I believe he is by no means short-sighted!"

  Ester turned his gaze to his hand...with a beard hanging from his waist, white temples, but the handsome Fyodor Ambassador, he represents Leiria and the Queen of Livia Mivi.

  "In the past two months, I have been honored and proud to attend this meeting, to see His Majesty Carrance's face, and to listen to His Majesty East’s instructive teachings...but my decision has not changed from beginning to end."

"The territories of Leiria and Livia are too far from Sintra... It is really difficult to travel a long distance. Your Majesty Mivi will not consume so much money because of your blood relationship with the queen, because of an uncertain threat. Material resources."

  East leaned his head to the back of the chair and closed his eyes, his face was gloomy, while Ambassador Carrance smiled and his eyes narrowed.

  She knows Mi Wei's temper and her stubbornness is not inferior to her.

   Seeking more is useless.

  Fyodor's tone changed, "Unless the relationship between the two countries becomes more unbreakable. Prince Wilm has not yet been married, and is about the same age as the noble Princess Cyrilla, with equal status and appearance, and matching appearance. It is a match made in heaven."

The name Xili is like a signal.

  The remaining messengers looked over with piercing eyes.

  Carrance’s husband, East, is very old.

  And Sintra only recognizes male heirs, so sooner or later the power of the country will fall into the hands of the little princess Xili’s husband.

  The reason why many small countries send people to participate in this meeting is to win the position of the unmarried little princess husband and wife.

   "If the two Majesty agree to this marriage, Majesty Mi Wei will do his best to send troops to support it!" Fyodor bowed and bowed his head.

  Istrian took his wife’s hand and shook his head at her.

  "Since the accident last year, Carrance and I have made a decision to hold a son-in-law meeting when Hiri turns fifteen."

  "I will not consider it for now."

  The islander king’s tone was firm, his cast iron eyes slowly swept over all the ambassadors present, and more than half of them dropped their heads.

  There was a moment of dullness in the meeting room.

  Afterwards, Easton asked Sorden, Brugg... and other small countries one by one.

  The answers received were all ambiguous, neither refused nor accepted, anyway, I could not count on it.

  Some people claim that whether the South has invaded or not is still unknown.

  If Nilfgaard wants to advance north, his army must first pass through the Manada Valley to the southeast of Sintra. If Sintra repels the invading army in the valley, no alliance is needed.

  If they lose to their king, send troops again!

  Carranther couldn't help but sneer. There is no doubt that Sintra is defeated, they will only put aside the relationship and let it perish with cold eyes.

  However, no matter how the two rulers of Sintra complained about their stakes.

  Everyone here is a set of foolish rhetoric.

  Karanther even dared to conclude that they would never sincerely convince the king after their return journey. I can't help but feel bitter about it and curse in my heart,

  "A group of white-eyed wolves! There is no shame, and I have enjoyed the hospitality of Sintra for two months. I have received a lot of benefits, and I didn't have any strength!"

  East’s eyes turned to the last person on the long table, the Grand Duke of Raymond of Towson, a beautiful black-haired, tall and handsome man.

  The only ruler who came to the meeting in person.

  "Your Majesty, please forgive me for nothing... Towson originally belonged to Nilfgaard. Although it is only a nominal relationship, we can't stand up against our sovereign state."

   "What's more, my wife Henrietta has relatives with the current emperor..."

"Raymond, I remember that you didn't say that a week ago..." East stroked the beard of the bazaar, and his face was already angry. "You kept saying at that time that Nilfgadro had invaded Sintra. , You immediately abandon this gangster-like country! You will never provide any help to them!"

  "I can't control this..." Raymond refused calmly, "Half of Towsonte is under the management of my wife Henrietta. I need to go back and discuss with her before I can give you an answer."

  ...

  "This is just an excuse." Calanser's voice went cold, and she was full of anger, and finally couldn't stand these capricious politicians.

  A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Since your Excellency Raymond respects your wife so much, why did you find no less than five mistresses in Sintra in just two months?"

   "Your Majesty Queen!" Raymond's handsome white cheeks flashed a hint of shame, and raised his voice to retort, "How can you insult my loyalty to my wife!?"

   "Do you need to help you find out those five mistresses so that you can bring them back to Tousent and enjoy the blessings of the people?"

Raymond's entire face turned into pig liver color, and he looked left and right in embarrassment. The surrounding eyes seemed to be ridiculous, as if he had exposed his scandal-a man who ate his wife's soft rice but was unfaithful and cheating. Huaxin little white face!

"I, Raymond of Towson, make a request with my honor and status," he suddenly got up, his brown eyes flashed with a trace of anger and madness, he shouted, "I want to be fair and just with your husband. Duel!"

  A burst of noise broke out among the guests. Some people stared at Raymond and shook their heads, some were sighing, and some were whispering excitedly, beating the tabletop.

  In the Sintra Palace, a famous foreign grand prince proposed a duel to its king.

  This Raymond is mad, right?

  All faces are gloating.

  They began to guess how many days this guy could live.

  "I heard that right?" East stood up, the burly body under the cloak was a standing bear, more than two meters tall, and the rock-like muscles almost pushed up his clothes.

  He looked down condescendingly, his fierce gaze was like a beast choosing people and devouring him.

  The handsome Grand Duke Raymond looked like a weak chicken in front of him.

  "Your Excellency Raymond, want to fight me?"

  "Please listen to my explanation. I will send my strongest knight to a duel with your knight!" Raymond grinned and said, "If you lose, then Your Majesty Carrance apologizes to me!"

  "My distinguished ambassadors, give us a testimony." He looked around and said loudly, "Let a wonderful battle end the meeting. With so many eyes, no one can deny it!"

   "Then what if you lose?" Calanser said lazily, with a cold glow in his emerald eyes.

"I immediately apologize to your majesty, and then go back to Tousent and never return to Sintra!" Raymond swallowed, "And, I swear in my honor, I will persuade Anna Henriye Tower, Towsonte will refuse to serve Nilfgaard’s aggressive and atrocities!"

  East glanced at Carrance, who nodded at him.

   "Skelliger’s boy never refuses any fair challenge, then it’s a deal!"

  Raymond trembled, but he was relieved, "My Majesty, I have to remind you that the knight who participated in the battle on my behalf is the champion of the three consecutive Buckland Knight Tournaments!"

  "Please be sure to choose the strongest fighter under you."

  ……

  The eavesdropping demon hunter outside the gate moved his heart and slipped out of the castle like a gust of wind.

  (End of this chapter)