Chapter 218 King and former king

Author: Panda's Big Wooden House

Chapter 218 King and the former king

The west wind blew strongly, the waves blew up the shore and made a thunderous sound, and white fountains rose again and again between the cracks of the rocks.

Kratz wrapped his cloak and stared at the terrace in front of him. He knew that someone would come soon.

"Master Kratz." A cautious voice rang behind Kratz, "Is that Sintra's lion coming today?"

Earl of Kratz Ann Clater, the lord of Skeliger, the patriarch of the Clater family, turned around and looked at the place where the question was raised.

It was an ordinary island woman: her hands and feet are thick, her chest is bulging, her skin is rough and sun-tanned. She holds a basket of shells in her hands, obviously about to go to work; she bent her body slightly and expressed her respect to the Lord in body language.

But this level of "respect" is far from enough.

For a civilian, it is absolutely impossible to just talk to the Lord without politeness, and even connecting so close to the Lord is a shameful thing.

If it were placed in some inland areas, some cruel lords could order the woman's tongue to be cut off by just the words and deeds of her just now.

But this is not inland, or even mainland. This is the Skeliger Islands, the hometown of the islanders and sons of the mountains. The so-called class is very vague here. The people have respect and respect for the nobles, but they will never bow down in fear and fear.

Therefore, after hearing the woman's question, Kratz actually asked her leisurely: "What's wrong? Do you also want to see the lion of Sintra?"

"Yes, Lord Kratz...I heard that was an extremely handsome knight, and he was extremely brave."

"The sailors can't satisfy you anymore. Are you starting to seek handsome knights? Then you may be disappointed. Our Count Lannister has long been known as the master."

The woman replied without caring: "It's Sintra's princess? We don't care, and others don't care, it's better..."

Kratz finally got a black face this time: "What do you mean by other people?"

The woman turned around and pointed at the castle: "The other cooks, maids, ladies, etc. inside were preparing for the banquet, were waiting to see the style of the Sintra lion!"

Kratz's neck was stiff.

He looked behind the woman, which was his beloved castle called "Kelzow".

Knowing that Lann and his group arrived, he specially summoned a large number of maids to prepare for the banquet. At this moment, it was obvious that these people only had seven or even five points of their minds on their hands, and more minds were projected through their eyes - on Kratz, or on the balcony behind Kratz.

Kratz was about to scold them loudly, but suddenly he felt a gust of rootless wind blowing behind him, causing his cloak to make a violent sound.

A fiery red portal appeared in the air.

The first one came out was a blonde knight in silver and black armor, wearing a cloak sewn from the leather of a whole large griffin.

Following closely behind was a rat-gray-haired girl, wearing a white gown and a red-brown deerskin belt, a smaller griffin cape, clutching the knight in front.

Then came out three swordsmen with amber eyes, each wearing badges of wolf, snake and griffin, and their bodies were shaking like sailors in the storm.

Then there was a guard with a lion-headed silver sword on his waist and a female archer with a redwood longbow on his back. They followed forty guards.

The last one came out was a sorcerer with long wavy black hair. She wore a star-shaped obsidian necklace with a scent of lilac and currant.

The group of people who appeared out of thin air attracted the attention of everyone in the castle in an instant, including curious and passionate gazes.

Kratz immediately shouted at the distracted person:

"Didn't you see that our guests have arrived? You're still slowing down and looking like you! You know that King Bran will visit my castle in a while. Do you want to treat our king with such a look?"

Seeing the lord getting angry, the waiters in the castle no longer dared to be too big or small, so they hurriedly lowered their heads and accelerated their movements.

Kratz shook his head and turned around and was about to say hello, but he saw a rat-gray whirlwind pounced into his arms. The huge force made him retreat several steps involuntarily.

"Kratz, I miss you so much!" Cialis screamed, "Where are Halma and Caris? I miss them too!"

When Xili was young, she often took vacations in Skellig and had close contact with the Clater family where Kratz was. According to her seniority, Kratz was Xili's uncle and Lann's cousin.

"Halma and Caris have gone out to sea, and they are back tonight." Speaking of his proud son and daughter, Kratz's face also had a warmth like a sea breeze. He tightened the Cialis in his arms, "My princess, you have grown taller... and your strength has also become bigger."

"And you, Lane." Kratz turned to Lane and sighed, "You have grown taller, and only then can I remember your age. You are about the same age as my Halma. I didn't expect that you have achieved such results."

Kratz came to support him when Sintra was breached and met Lane outside of Broccion. It has been almost a year since now.

I don't know if it's still in the development stage or the system-enhanced physique, Lane's height has now risen a few centimeters, and now he can reach 6.2 feet - that is, 1.88 meters tall.

Of course, this development speed is still far inferior to that of Xili.

Faced with Kratz's praise, Lane, who finally suppressed the discomfort of the portal, finally squeezed out a smile: "This process is not easy, and that's why I came to you today."

"I'm glad you're here for help, really." Kratz stepped forward and patted Lann on the shoulder hard.

"I have arranged a place for you in the castle. The housekeeper will bring you desserts and drinks first, so you can take a break."

"I have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you. Uncle East and King Bran will come here, and we will discuss other things."

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, and Lan En and his group naturally followed the guests without any objection.

The stewards of the Clater family came quickly under the call of the lord, each leading the way and taking the guests to where they should go.

Lann noticed that when Yennefa passed by, Kratz seemed to want to speak but stop and wanted to come forward to talk; while Geralt's eyes flashed and his face was expressionless, he seemed to write his emotions on his face.

On the other hand, the sorcerer looked cold and didn't even care.

When my ex-boyfriend saw her boyfriend, she felt a familiar smell of Shura.

"Don't watch it all by little, go quickly." Lane hugged Xiri, who was protruding her head and quickly followed the housekeeper.

This action caused the little princess to be dissatisfied.

...

They were quickly separated and led into their respective rooms.

"Thank you for your hard work, let me stay alone for a while."

The housekeeper bowed to Lane and then slowly retreated.

Lann looked around. This bedroom was more than enough for the living room. There was a bookshelves and a long desk in the room. The bed was even bigger than five or six people. There was a balcony ten steps away, and there was now three seabirds standing on it looking at themselves curiously.

Lanen chuckled and patted the black magic scimitar behind him. An emerald-colored vain flame burned on it, but it did not hurt Lanen at all.

Immediately afterwards, a slim figure in a Gothic long dress appeared. She slowly walked to Lann and stood side by side with him, looking at the sea view below.

"This is Skellig? I have only read the descriptions of this in books before."

"Yes, Alice, this is Skelliger."

After receiving Lann's affirmative answer, the soul in the beautiful painting couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful."

Their location provides a clear view of the sea.

On the other side of the strait is Little Skeliger Island, which is low and flat in the south, and deep fjords on the north; to the far left is the green Speker Island, with its fang-like outline and steep cliffs standing above the waves, and the top of the mountain is shaded between the clouds; to the right, you can see the cliffs of Udwick Island, as well as the seagulls, petrels, cormorants and ganese gathered there.

"I heard that this place is governed by seven families. The king is not an inheritance system, but a recommendation from them?"

Lane nodded: "Yes, the seven families are distributed on six islands and rule each. So the politics here is very complicated - but in a sense, it is very simple."

Alice nodded thoughtfully and commented: "Wonderful country, wonderful customs, wonderful institutions."

As she said that, she turned to look at Lann's side face, admired the lines and muscles on it from the perspective of a painter, and was immersed in the beauty.

"I guess you asked me to come out not only to let me accompany you to enjoy the sea view? His Royal Highness can do this too."

Lann nodded embarrassedly: "I want to ask you to draw a few paintings."

"How many pictures?"

"Seven paintings, each family sends one painting over. The number may be a bit too many, this is a big project."

"As a painter, I will enjoy it." Alice narrowed her eyes, and her dark eyeshadow outlined beautifully.

As long as a smile appears on a melancholy face, it will make people feel relaxed and happy.

"But I also have a requirement, or a requirement - I need to go to various islands to collect folks in order to draw paintings that meet the tastes of each family. You will always take me with you after that."

Hearing this sentence, although Alice still had a faint smile on her face, Lann knew that the lady was expressing her dissatisfaction in a vague manner.

When Kelmohan was before, Lane kept Alice in portraits, leaving her in the castle and went out to hunt; the same was true for most of the time after returning to Brocclon.

Although in this process, Lane had introduced Alice to Cialis as a painting teacher, the little princess also had a high acceptance of the soul in the painting. But now it seems that Alice is a little dissatisfied with this arrangement.

"Sorry, Alice." Lane made a verbal concession, "It involved a lot of battles before, and you didn't like to participate in these bloody scenes, so I made other arrangements for your possession; and I thought you would like it because you are a painter, and the same is true for the new life we ​​agreed to give you."

Alice chuckled and waited for Lann to finish explaining, then stepped forward gently.

Now she was almost the same distance from Lanen. Although she was illusory, Lanen could still feel her veil gently rubbing against her cheeks under the sea breeze.

"I like painting. When you took me out of the world in painting, you promised to live my new life - to become a painting teacher for the princess, and to let my works be seen by more people."

"I like painting, I'm grateful to you, Lann." As Alice spoke, her body leaned forward slightly, "but I like something else now."

Lann felt something rubbing against his wrist, and he knew it was Alice's skirt blown by the sea breeze.

He lowered his eyebrows slightly, and Alice was just raising her jaw slightly.

Alice is not a human, she has no breathing, but at this moment, Lane still feels that her face is swept away by a hot stream.

"So, what are you in love with now? Alice."

The soul in the painting chuckled, without a positive answer. She took a last step forward, and at the moment she met Lanen, it turned into an emerald flame, wrapping Lanen's whole body.

The warm and soft touch was fleeting, and Lanen felt that his face was covered by a piece of silk. When he came to his senses, the emerald flame had regained the black magic scimitar behind him, leaving only the orchid-like sound of the valley echoing:
To be continued...