Chapter 124 The Trouble of the Scoia'tael and the Dwarves of Temeria
"Hey, have you heard about what happened in Cintra?"
"Yes, it was captured by Nilfgaard, right. We don't have to worry, Nilfgaard." Germany can't defeat Temeria!"
"No, no, I heard that there is still a place in Cintra that is resisting bravely. Do you know who is leading it?" "
I know!" A man dressed as a businessman from the National People's Congress The voice said, "It's Lann Lannister Leanne, the Lion Knight in the poem!"
"Hiss..." Some locals took a breath after hearing this name, finding it incredible.
"I've heard his story. He was a champion of jousts who became famous at a young age, and a guardian knight who went deep into Brochlon Forest alone to save the princess..." "
But how did I hear that this Lannister had died in Toussaint long ago? Gwent souvenir cards have been distributed!"
A man dressed as a bard showed off twice: "You don't know this, I heard..."
The words stopped abruptly, and he shook his hands. The empty wine glass made others anxious.
"Elsa, give this bard a glass of fruit wine!"
"Fruit wine..." the bard muttered to himself, seemingly dissatisfied, but seeing the eagerly watching crowd around him, he weighed the pros and cons and began to share his experience. News:
"It is said that this Earl of Lannister obtained the legendary power of the ancestral emblem of Cintra, so he returned from death and gained the power of the 'Lion'. Nilfgar was everywhere he passed. Human corpse!"
"No!" Another man dressed like a scholar interrupted, "But from what I heard, this Earl of Lannister has become a witcher!"
" What is a demon hunter?"
This scholar did not show off and beg for wine like a bard, but was very happy that someone asked the question: "They are a group of people who have obtained inhuman powers through magical alchemy. The book says that they They have superhuman bodies, can fly over walls and fly over walls, see in the dark, and have mastered the power of magic..."
People exclaimed, "Doesn't that mean everyone wants to be a demon hunter?" The
scholar shook his head and said, "That's not the case either, a demon hunter. In the process of gaining power, only one or two out of ten can survive, and they have no emotions. The most important thing is-" The
scholar's expression became distorted: "They are said to be sterile."
The crowd onlookers gasped again gas.
"This...an earl has lost the ability to have children. I heard that this Lannister earl is also very handsome in the north, like the warm sun in winter..." Some people pay attention to it from a more tricky angle
: "He Isn't he the princess's guardian knight? If he has no feelings, how
can he still protect the princess?" "How can a knight not protect the princess?" Someone shouted, "I think Lord Lannister may have chosen to protect the princess. Become a demon hunter and gain strength!"
"Ah~ In order to protect the princess and protect your country, do you pay this price?" The soldier who had some free time to rest sighed, "What a knight!" But there are
also People are singing the opposite tune: "The demon hunter is not what you say at all. Have you ever seen a demon hunter? Let me tell you, a demon hunter came to Baiguoyuan a few days ago. He is not a good person..."
All kinds of voices sounded here one after another.
This place is Temeria, the White Orchard Inn.
Baiguoyuan is located east of Vizima, the country's capital. Its name comes from the largest village in the area - Baiguoyuan Village. This area is famous for its orchards, which bloom in white every spring.
Baiguoyuan Hotel is located in the transportation center of Baiguoyuan. If you can name your hotel after a region, you can see how extraordinary this hotel is.
The space here is large, the wine is rich, and the chef's skills are excellent. Many travelers are willing to take a break here to relieve the fatigue of the journey.
Neighboring residents are also happy to use this place as a restaurant, pub, or poker room to enrich their daily life and add fun to life. After all, in the top big country in the north and close to the capital, the residents here can still live and work in peace and contentment to a certain extent.
temporary.
Elsa, the proprietress of the hotel, is currently wiping the black shield with silver fleur-de-lis hanging on the wall. This is the coat of arms of Temeria, and not every hotel is qualified to hang it.
"Elsa, let's have another glass of Vizima beer!" A drinker shouted, "This wine tastes really good!"
This drinker and a dozen of his companions gathered around several tables that were put together. They are all short in stature. Their legs cannot reach the ground after sitting on the chair. Their height is not even as high as some half-grown young men.
But each of them has a big beard, and all of them have broad shoulders and solid muscles. The appearance is in sharp contrast to the locals.
Others are not surprised to see them. Although curious eyes occasionally gather here, there is no too unusual attitude.
Elsa heard the greeting and responded loudly: "Okay, master dwarves, would you like a glass for each person?" "
Hahahaha, one glass for each person is not enough!" The dwarves drank happily and laughed together over the delicious drinks. , "Although it's not strong enough, this wine has a unique flavor!"
Temeria is one of the oldest dynasties in the north, and its racial composition is also very complex. Many of his territories were owned by the elven dynasty in the past. Parts of the Mahakam Mountains and part of the Blochron Forest also nominally belong to Temeria. Therefore, in addition to the main humans, this country also has other people from time to time. You can see dwarves, elves, and even goblins.
At this time, other drinkers and travelers in the hotel were also sharing their own experiences and shouting loudly under the influence of alcohol.
"Speaking of which, have you heard anything about Kaedwen recently?"
"What happened over there?"
the drinking friends asked one after another. They were very supportive. They came to the tavern just to chat and brag about everything. .
When the person who started the topic saw this, he uttered a name: "Squirrel Party!"
"What is that?" Curious people gathered around and asked.
"As you all know, the king of Kaedwen has never been very friendly to non-human races. So those dwarves, goblins, and elves took advantage of the battle with Nilfgaard to form a team and shouted to 'recover the lost land.' Drive away the humans. I heard they are well-trained and kill everyone on sight!"
People marveled at Kaedwen's form and were glad they were in Temeria. But there are more than just human drinkers in the hotel.
"You fart!" The dwarves who were drinking slapped the table and jumped up. Their huge power and voice made everyone's eardrums hurt.
"Dwarves wouldn't do such a thing!"
"I didn't tell you!" the person who spread the news said confidently, "and you've never been to Kaedwen, how do you know it's not a lie!" "Dwarves do
n't You guys can do that kind of thing, and you guys have been spraying plague out with your mouths since the beginning!"
Another dwarf shouted: "The same one who just said witchers, have you ever seen a real witcher? I’ve seen it, that’s a real warrior!”
"Ha! Why did I hear that witchers like to abduct children to eat? They also always like to blackmail desperate people!"
Some people were tit-for-tat with the dwarves, but others tried to smooth things over: "We don't know what happened to the witchers, but The masters are all good men. The dwarves of the Scoia'tael took revenge on Kaedwen because of their king..." "
Dwarves wouldn't do that kind of thing!"
Under the influence of alcohol, everyone in the tavern was Blushing and thick-necked, he started to slap the table and throw stools, but the reasoner who tried to mediate quickly and wisely stepped aside.
This made the proprietress Elsa very nervous, worried that these drunkards would damage the tables and chairs.
The few soldiers who were drinking here got up without any surprise and prepared to turn a few of them back to jail.
At this moment, the door of the hotel was suddenly opened, and three young people walked in.
There are three young men, two men and one woman. One of the two men is wearing special scale armor and chain mail, with sharp eyes, looking around like a jungle hunter; the other man is wearing plate armor, with the left side of the breastplate close to his neck. There is a small lion's head carved on the place, and there are two long swords hanging on the waist. One of them is a lion's head long sword that is worth a lot at first glance. The hilt of the sword shines with silver light.
The woman was also dressed as a warrior, which was rare. She was wearing a brown, close-fitting leather armor, and a loose green linen shirt was simply put on over the leather armor. From the wide cuffs of the linen shirt, you could vaguely see that the key points of the leather armor were inlaid with iron plates for protection.
She was carrying a round mahogany long bow behind her back. She had a pretty face and a heroic temperament, which attracted the attention of both men and women present.
This kind of sophisticated equipment is definitely not something that mercenaries can have. They look like a noble's private army.
What happened next confirmed everyone's suspicions. These three people were indeed just guides. After entering the room, they quickly searched for available tables in the hotel.
And behind them, another group of people came in.
The leader is a knight with blond hair and golden eyes. He is wearing a set of silver-black armor that is obviously valuable at a glance. It seems to be a variant of knight's plate armor. The waist and abdomen have been modified to increase the waist. Flexibility also makes the whole person's posture more upright.
On his chest is a lion with its head raised and roaring, and behind him are two rare swords. The hilt of one steel sword is carefully carved to look like an eagle but not an eagle, while the other one is made of shiny silver. The poets in the hotel always thought they had seen this sword hilt somewhere.
The most eye-catching thing is the reddish-brown cloak he wears. The skin used to make the cloak was completely peeled off from an unknown monster, and the shoulders were also tanned using a special technique to retain the black feathers. , the entire hood is the monster's head.
"Gryphon..." A scholar with rich knowledge had already murmured, looking at the young man's cloak and then his eyes, "Lion's eyes..." After
this extraordinary knight came in, Behind him came a dozen or so well-equipped cavalry-looking people.
As these dozen people entered, the tense atmosphere in the hotel suddenly cooled down. The dwarves looked at each other, and a few of them stared at the lion eyes in a daze; the
human drinkers sat down after being stunned, and those The local soldiers looked at this well-equipped unit facing a powerful enemy.
"Levin." People heard the handsome blond knight say, "Order a batch of food and wine to be delivered to the brothers stationed outside first. The others will take turns to rest. You make the arrangements." "Yes, Lord Earl." People
. Hearing one of the three young people who came in at the beginning reply, he quickly walked towards Elsa.
The soldiers became even more nervous after hearing about the blond knight. They looked out at the hotel's unclosed door. There were actually quite a few cavalry outside.
Whose troops are these? This place is obviously on the edge of Temeria's capital!
Everyone pricked up their ears to find out more information about this team. They seemed to have heard "Your Majesty the Earl" just now?
(End of chapter)