Chapter 125 The Demon Hunter in the White Orchard

Milva wiped the chair twice, attracting Lane's speechless gaze and signaling, smilingly signaling his Count to sit down.

Lane said helplessly: "Didn't I say that, I didn't raise you as a maid."

Milva was confident: "But I am the only woman in the team. Who else can do such a thing? House?"

Levin whispered from the side: "He may be more thoughtful than you when he takes care of the Count."

At this time, House and the proprietress ordered the table of wine and food and came back. Everyone noticed his face. The oldest servant had been worried for several days. At this time, facing his oath, he looked eager to speak but stopped.

Lane said angrily: "You are not suitable for this expression, just say whatever you want."

House scratched his head, and after a while of silence, he finally revealed the problems that had troubled him for a long time:

"Sir, we have all entered the borders of Termolia for so long, why haven't their king sent people to contact us?"

In the imagination of the retainers, Count Lannister, with such a large group of cavalry, should have been received by the local lord and the king shortly after entering the country, and then ate and drank all the way.

Levine suddenly suggested: "Ms. Triss is not a royal consultant here? Can you ask her for help?"

Speaking of this, she glanced at the lion marks on Lanen and the third servants and said, "But I think several masters want to hear good stories about the countryside - something interesting has happened recently.

Lann and her servants were discussing, and at this moment, the owner of the tavern was coming over with a tray full of Vigima beer, and was diligent and careful to serve the guests who were not easy to mess with.

As a result, Lanen and his group met a lot along the way. Everyone was still polite and barely gave the Count the treatment they deserved.

The dwarves suddenly smiled. When the servants heard the count's order, they brought several more tables from the side to put them together, barely enough to accommodate the small group.

"Yes, yes!" Alpan shouted happily, and he was even more excited than the ones who were praised when he heard the warriors that others admitted to him. "Gerald of Livia, he can hold a sword and beat eight people alone!"

Lane said. But then he thought about it again. After all, he was on someone else's territory. The owner could think that he had not seen his group, but he could not refuse to say hello to him.

The dwarf has a longer black beard, but his hair is round and he looks fierce.

At this time, Levin Blott, the mayor of Brochron Town, came up, and he joined the team and was taken out by Lane to see the world. He was Lane's new attendant.

Although it can be seen that humans and these dwarves do not like to communicate very much, they have not yet reached the point where they are always tense.

"If there is a real big deal recently, it's Nilfgaard..."

This is also the reason why the old butler Ens agreed not to join maids and servants in this team, and they felt that the group could receive proper and decent care outside.

"I was still wondering when I would ask me," Lane said. "It's very simple, because he doesn't want to see me."

Regarding Fultest's attitude of indifference to Sintra, other northern kings pointed out that he was actually searching for Cialis in secret, trying to seduce the little princess to marry him to control Sintra.

"Sir, what should we do next? Are we going to send a message to King Fultest?"

Zhuolva pointed to the excited Yalpan again: "This is Yalpan Zieglin. You may have heard of his name. He formed a mercenary group with his partners, so he should be a little famous."

The king of Temolia is called Fultest. Lane remembers that in the original work, Fultest's attitude towards Sintra was very bad.

Faced with House's anger, Lane smiled indifferently.

Yarpan slapped the table happily: "I'll just say that the witch hunters are all famous men!"

House frowned: "Dwarf, what do you want?"

The two male servants took the wine silently and drank it silently, then used their sighs to dispel the embarrassment: "Vigima beer is indeed to be drunk in Temolia, and the taste is different..."

Zhuolva looked much more steady: "Hello, the earl of Sintra, I am Zhuoltan Ziva. I used to be a soldier of Mahakan, but now I am a businessman."

Boss Elsa looked at the Sintra soldiers with the words "not easy to mess with", and then thought about the wine and food that so many of them might consume, and smiles suddenly appeared on their faces:

But the king had not made any noise for a long time, and he had not even sent a messenger to convey the message.

House and Levin were sitting there, intending to thank Milva, who was distributing the drinks, but saw her take another glass for herself and then push the tray forward. Obviously, she was not interested in distributing it to the rest.

Hearing this, everyone put down the wine glasses in their hands, and Lanen also showed an interest and began to recall the witch hunters who might have appeared in the white orchard during this period.

Lann knew that the Dragon Slaying Squad led by Yarpan had attempted to hunt down the second dragon in the squad's history, and in the process they met Geralt and Yennefa. Although they ultimately failed to kill the second dragon as they wished to add new glory to their legend, they were also lucky to meet friends worthy of making.

On the other side of the hotel, several dwarves who were only as tall as the waist of normal people were walking towards this side.

"Yes." Lane nodded, "Geralt is my good friend, and he is also a very powerful warrior."

When he just entered the house, Lann realized that these sub-ethnic members were not as serious as the North Kingdom. The squirrel party that Nifgad instigated to form had not completely detonated the conflict between humans and non-human races in the north.

Lann was about to continue inquiring, but saw several of his own cavalry in the hotel, forming a simple wall of people to protect him and others behind him.

"Of course, the famous Yarpan, I have heard your stories in poetry. You once hunted a green dragon." Lane raised her glass and greeted her. "I'm glad to know you. I'm Laneth Leanen, the Count of Sintra."

"You look forward to it, Zorva, you stubborn sledgehammer!" The dwarf who was pulled seemed to have drunk too much and was shouting, "Those eyes... although they are a little different, I will not admit my mistake! You always don't believe the witch hunter stories I told you, saying that I am a self-proclaimed clown, and today I will let you see it!"

Milva took the tray first and prevented the boss from approaching. Then the girl smiled and placed the most full beer in front of Lane.

"Let our dwarf friends come over." Lane greeted the cavalry back to his position, and said hello to the boss lady, "Give each of the dwarf friends another glass of wine."

Although Fultest naturally denied this accusation, no one knew what he really thought.

I have to sigh here that these kings really have nothing new to them.

After all, it was in other people's territory, so House still restrained his attitude.

Lann shook his head: "Tris is not in Temolia now."

Perhaps because Temolia is too close to Sintra, he repeatedly advocated that Xili was dead and that Sintra was already a homeless country, and proposed to use Sintra's last armed force as cannon fodder to consume Nifgad's living power.

House still understands basic court etiquette, and also understands Lanen's thoughts. He knows that even if he is angry in such a diplomatic situation, he must restrain his emotions and take care of the face of both parties. Especially now Sintra is still on the weak side.

One of the dwarfs had a moxidan hairstyle and a dark brown beard. He pulled the other group of dwarfs, as if he wanted to lower his voice, but his voice was too small:

"Yarpan, I said, this is a noble master. Can you, a stupid pig with a saddle, make a talk?"

"Why?" House was indignant. "Even if you don't want to see you, at least you have to send an envoy to pick us up. This is too rude!"

"Since he doesn't want to see us, it's useless to hand over a visit."

The ‘Demon Hunter’ I think all the knowledgeable men know that although these people don’t appear much now, one of them has come to the white orchard recently…”

House seemed a little disliked the dwarfs jumping up and down in front of his own Count. Levine had no expression on his face, but Milva was full of curiosity about this group of sub-people races that had never been seen before.

The group of dwarves were vaguely divided into two groups, because Lanen could see that they had two leaders, and even these two leaders Lanen knew each other.

"I have heard of you too!" After hearing this name, Alpan smashed the table with a wine glass, "I have also heard your poem, what are you called now... 'Lion', right! I have heard rumors that the white wolf is also on your side!"

"Boss, is there anything interesting about the white orchard recently?" Drinking the beer in the glass in one breath, Levin began to inquire about the news.

Since these "acquaintances" have taken the initiative to come forward to make friends, he has no intention of keeping others from thousands of miles away.

Lann originally thought that the situation in Sintra was not completely corrupt yet, and Fultest might have different ideas, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Forget it, let's send it over. I'll set off and leave in two days. Anyway, Temolia is just passing by. Our focus is on Redania."

In fact, Lanen also expected the attitude of King Taimolia, but he originally thought about whether there would be any difference in this time and space, but he didn't expect that he actually encountered the same attitude.

She didn't control the strength when she put the cup down, and a lot of beer in the cup spilled out, almost wetting Lann's hands.

The atmosphere in the tavern gradually became warmer. People looked at the strange combination curiously. Local soldiers quietly left the hotel, as if they were going to report the traces of the cavalry team. After a while, they came back relaxed and continued to drink. They shook their heads with their companions who were following them and signaled not to care.

But this happy and relaxing atmosphere didn't last long.

The hotel gate was pushed open by a man, and he ran in sweat, attracting the attention of everyone present:

"The witch hunter who came to the White Orchard a few days ago was arrested!"
Chapter completed!