Chapter 59 Nilfgaard is approaching

Three Crows Tavern.

Citizens who have finished their work, soldiers who are idle, wandering travelers, and businessmen who are resting, all hold their own glasses and drink happily at their respective positions.

The wandering bard sat on the high platform in the center of the tavern, playing his beloved lute.

His fingers caressed, and the notes flowed through his fingertips:

"The forest is long and shrouded in Blochlon.

It curses the human habitation and devours the princess's return journey.

I heard the dryads shouting 'leave',

After dawn, the lions arrived one after another.

He comes to the north in the morning light,

The long sword cuts through the dawn, and the blond hair flutters like the wind.

When it all started, prayers murmured in the forest,

The fate is handed over, and the stars are despised.

"Alas, it's just a pity that the alliance with Verdon. Nilfgaard is getting closer and closer, and now we have lost their support..."

Lan's hand was still holding the wine glass.

Lan reached out his hand, held the bottom of the cup, raised it, and said, "Drink."

Lann casually took the wine glass handed over by a drinker, clinked glasses with all the hands reaching out to toast, and drank all the way. When he arrived at the bar, the wine was at the bottom.

"My soldier just hit a friend who came from a foreign country. This was wrong, so my soldier apologized to him. But I want to know what this friend said. Who can tell me?"

People's eyes lit up and they saw the living Earl Lannister.

"Nilfgaard has already annexed Ebin, Mechit, and Nasser. Will Cintra be next?"

The door of the tavern was suddenly opened, and the knight with the lion's crest stepped through the door.

But his hand was raised higher and higher, and the businessman drank more and more urgently. He soon choked and had to cough while drinking. Then the malty-smelling wine spurted out, covering his clothes.

Soak the entire collar.

All kinds of wine glasses collided, all kinds of wines were swayed, and the tavern owner beamed with joy.

Several city guards squeezed each other's arms, and finally the leader said: "He... they said that we can't defeat Nilfgaard... and they also said that they can make more money if Cintra destroys the country.

money."

When the businessman recovered his composure and was about to curse, several soldiers had already surrounded him.

Everyone in the bar had amused expressions.

The boss nodded in agreement.

"My Lord Count."

Only the soldiers who had supported Cintra the most just now had stern expressions on their faces. The man at the head let go of the bruised businessman, and he and his companions quietly tried to block the businessman's figure.

"To the lion-like warrior!"

The soldiers were jumping around, and travelers passing by were negotiating with each other.

I heard the dryads shouting 'leave',

After dawn, the lions arrived one after another.

When the minstrel finished singing, he bowed. A soldier shouted:

"Give our bard a glass of stout in honor of our Lord Lannister!"

"Have you finished drinking?"

Lan also nodded and turned around holding the empty wine glass in a circle.

"To our pride in Sintra!"

"Even if Sintra is gone, there are still so many countries in the north. Without Sintra, maybe we can make more money..."

The businessman was showing off his knowledge when a wine glass was thrown at him, causing the talkative businessman to become dizzy.

The bard sings leisurely, and the tavern is not lively enough at night, so it is a suitable time for this kind of lyrical poetry to be sung in a low voice.

The businessman nodded.

"How could it be? Although Cintra is not a big country, it is far more powerful than ordinary small countries. There is also the Amer Mountains in the middle. What is Nilfgaard trying to do?"

"Thank you to Earl Lannister, otherwise little Princess Cirilla might not be able to come back."

While listening to this song, several soldiers wearing city guard armor sat at the front, seeming to regard it as an appetizer, drinking one glass after another.

"What do you mean?" The soldier grabbed the merchant's collar and put his fist against his nose fiercely. "You mean that we in Cintra are not as good as Temeria, Redania, and Kaedwen?"

, Aden? All big countries are just idiots!"

Lan narrowed his eyes and said to the bar owner: "Give him a drink as an apology."

"Look, with the strong northern powers like Temeria, Redania, Kaedwen, and Aedirn around, Nilfgaard doesn't dare to really invade the northern kingdom."

The soldier punched the businessman in the face, turned his head, and spit out the smell of alcohol with a red face:

"We in Sintra have Her Majesty the Lioness, His Majesty the King of East from Skellige, the invincible Marshal Visekid, and a new lion - Earl Lannister, who can

Defeat us? Who can!"

Lan asked: "What's going on?"

He pointed his hand far away at the table of citizens who handed the wine glass to him, and said to the owner of the tavern: "Give everyone at that table a glass of Vizima Champion."

Because of Lan En's previous task of clearing the map, he has always had a good reputation among the people. At this moment, all kinds of drinking friends stood up and cheered, toasting to celebrate the Earl's completion of a battle worthy of compilation and circulation of poetry.

Lann then turned to the city guards who looked unnatural.

It seemed that one of the soldiers was touched by his nerves, and he slammed his wine glass and jumped on the table.

The businessman remained silent.

When it all started, prayers murmured in the forest,

The handover of fate, contempt for the stars..."

Lan grabbed the bottom of the cup with one hand and tipped the cup downward.

The blacksmith shop owner who was drinking first shouted: "He said Cintra couldn't beat the Nilfgaardians, bullshit! The soldier got one step ahead of me, otherwise I would have kicked my new greaves into his ass.

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He followed the princess's footsteps and entered the pool alone.

The long sword pierced the silver eyes, and the blond hair fluttered like the wind.

Behind him is a silver-haired demon hunter carrying two swords, and then three attendants in different costumes.

The city guard raised his wine glass, and the people in the tavern responded:

"To Lord Lannister!"

The two couldn't breathe, and a large glass of dark beer was photographed in front of the businessman by the boss.

The soldiers greeted Lann one after another.

The businessman picked up the wine glass nonchalantly, not daring to look directly into Lan's eyes. He put his mouth to the mouth of the wine glass, wanting to drink but not daring to drink.

Businessman takes a sip.

"Who is talking nonsense! Her Majesty the Queen has already issued an announcement, and Verdon has harbored evil intentions for a long time! Besides, Nilfgaard is nothing! Our soldiers in Cintra can be as good as ten!"

After a hearty drink, voices of discussion continued in the bar.

Then came a citizen who came to rest: "Your Majesty the Earl, I heard him say that it doesn't matter if Cintra is destroyed, he can make more money by going to other northern countries!"

The poet in the center of the tavern gently plucked the lute: "The owner of the carriage was afraid of the iron horse of the sun, so he spoke rudely in the tavern. He spoke of the pearl of the north but had no respect, and the iron fist of the soldier struck out to deliver justice."

"Very good." Lann nodded, "Then the situation is clear."

Lan turned around and smashed the wooden wine glass on the businessman's head.
Chapter completed!