Chapter 61 Where is the best place to entertain guests in Sintra?

The businessman suddenly fell to the ground, and Lan threw away the remaining grip in his hand with a fierce look in his eyes.

"You are making money in my country and you dare to speak disrespectfully towards my country? Since you think you can make money anywhere, get out of Sintra!"

Deafening cheers suddenly erupted in the tavern, and the half-drunken drinkers smashed their wine glasses on the table, spilling the drinks everywhere.

"Long live Sintra!"

"Hail to the triumph of our hero Lord Lannister!"

"No, no, no." Lan shouted loudly, "I'm not a hero."

"Cintra cannot be protected without any one of you. You, my friends, are the real heroes of Cintra!"

The bar was filled with people, almost tearing down the roof; the bard plucked the strings and sang a new tune in a passionate tune.

People outside looked inside curiously, wondering why the bar was so busy even before night.

"Very good, it looks like I said that. Then -"

It’s not a bad thing to have a poet fan yourself.

After speaking, he pointed at the traveling poet Miró and said to the boss: "His wine will also be charged to my account."

Then more people joined in and cheered.

Lan looked him up and down: "Thank you for your just words, Mr. Glass. I will instruct those merchants not to publicize this matter, lest you lose business after leaving Sintra."

Lan pointed at the bard and said to the boss: "Give him a glass of wine too."

At this time, the minstrel finally completed the song, and the atmosphere in the tavern was brought to a climax. Surrounded by praises and cheers, he walked to the edge of the bar and bowed slightly towards Lan.

Geralt ordered a glass of beer and kept drinking while watching the show. When Lann came back, he said: "I finally know why your name is so famous, Lord Lannister of Sintra."

"Cherish your last bar. You won't have any rest for the rest of the month."

The bar owner smiled and handed over a glass of wine and said: "Miro came here two days ago. Since he came to the bar, he has been singing your father and your poems, which has attracted a lot of business to my bar. He has always hoped to

I have fulfilled my wish to see you in person today."

When the bard spoke, he crossed his hands and put his fingers on his chest. His tone was neither humble nor arrogant, his speaking speed was neither hasty nor slow, and his posture had a dignified feel.

Lan turned to look at the owner of the bar, pointed at a few soldiers and said: "The money they spent drinking tonight will be charged to my account, and they can drink as much as they want. Then don't sell them any more wine within a month, and other

Let the tavern inform you as well. That’s what I said.”

Putting the matter behind him, Lan asked the hotel owner about the time.

He knew that all this was just an illusory bubble that would soon be crushed by Nilfgaard's iron hoof.

Lann nodded and no longer cared about this traveling poet. He remembered that Geralt had a close friend who was a bard and would spread his good name to future generations.

The bar owner smiled and nodded.

"Don't call me that, or I won't pay for your drinks."

Milo Glass bowed to Lan to express his gratitude.

The Arrow Attendant nodded in agreement, turned around and left.

"Now that you've seen me, what next?"

Milo smiled slightly: "Living in this world, everyone always has their own difficulties."

Lann walked towards the door, and with every step he took, there were cheers such as "Lannister Long Live" and "Cintra's Pride".

As a bard, he was not handsome enough, with an unkempt beard, thin hair, and a flute on his waist in addition to the lute; as a businessman, he seemed a little downcast, his clothes were shabby, and the two satchels slung on his body were badly worn.

Lann looked at him in surprise, astonished that a traveling trader in this era could live to say such words. However, it may be precisely because he could say such words that he had to be reduced to a part-time job as a bard.

Lan turned around and grabbed the heads of several city defense soldiers and said:

"I remember I taught you when you can fight and when you can't, and where you can fight and where you can't - did I say that?"

Geralt, who was sitting on the side, suddenly interrupted: "You don't look like a businessman, nor do you look like a bard. You feel incompatible with them. You look like a descendant of a down-and-out noble or a rich man who fled."

The soldiers who had just been excited by Lan instantly calmed down. They looked at each other and nodded.

"If everyone doesn't follow the rules, who will do business with the merchants?"

Several soldiers did not dare to defend themselves, so they rushed to the front of the bar and surrounded the boss. They held up their glasses and started pouring wine into their mouths as if they had never drank in their lives.

"Thank you, Lord Lannister." the bard said. "My Lord Milo Glass, I have long admired your name."

He has been in this country for a year and has been the recipient of many flowers and praises from the people here.

"Oh, yes." Lann pointed to the soldier who hit him, "The broken glass and the glass of wine were recorded in his account."

After learning the result, he said to Geralt: "I have to go to the palace first, and when I get back to Sintra, I have to meet the Queen to say hello. Do you want to go with me to meet Mossak and Ciri?"

Lan expressed his understanding, threw a cloth bag embroidered with vines and leaves to Sward and House, and said, "Take my guests to have a good tour of Sintra."

Lann carefully looked at Milo Glass in front of him.

Amid the warm cheers, Lan turned around. The face that had just been wearing a humble and humble smile became expressionless for a moment.

Milo bowed slightly and thanked: "Actually, you don't need to worry about it. In addition to a bard, I am also a businessman.

Geralt shook his head: "I won't go to the palace."

Geralt's amber cat eyes suddenly shone brightly: "Will you pay for my drink?"

Lan tilted his head and motioned to the businessman who was bending over to sneak out of the tavern, and said to Ace: "It's okay for others to leave, but the things that belong to Cintra must stay in Cintra."

"I have no other intention. I just admire you for a long time and want to see what kind of knight the poem is based on. I should leave Sintra in two days."

The bar owner smiled and nodded.

Businessmen shouldn't slander the land that feeds them, that's the rule. He broke the rule, so I hope he accepts punishment, that's all."

He was troubled: Just as he had just hit the merchant angrily after hearing the words that insulted Cintra, in addition to acting according to his own plan and creating a character to win people's hearts, he was actually really angry at that moment.

After Nilfgaard invades, can he really escape calmly as planned?

Lann walked and thought all the way until he stepped out of the tavern and the sun shone on him again.

The door closed, and House shook the cloth bag in his hand, and there was a pleasant sound of coins clinking inside.

"Take the guests for a nice stroll"? The two attendants looked at each other and nodded tacitly.
Chapter completed!