Chapter 220 Skellige Situation
The man in front of me came with the so-called "secret".
And one secret is the whereabouts of the man carrying the steel sword blueprint that House is concerned about, and the other secret is the so-called "information that everyone in Sintra wants to know."
Exactly what House wanted.
But House knows better: There is no free lunch.
This is a truth that House learned through words and deeds around Lan. However, he forgot that he was now in Skellige.
The sword attendant said seriously: "What do I need to pay, sailor?"
The sailor gestured to the table: "If it is a friend, a glass of wine or a piece of steak is enough." "
If I want to know the trace of the man, but also want to know that Where's the little secret?"
"If it's a friend, then a glass of wine and a steak."
House was stunned, and his ears seemed to hear the sound of waves and sea breeze outside the tavern.
So he laughed: "I want to make you a friend."
The sailor took the ale and the high-stacked steaks with satisfaction. He seemed to be very hungry, and he seemed to have lost a lot of money playing cards.
"Come one by one, sailor. Tell me the news about the bear-like man first." "
I thought you would care about my 'little secret' first." The sailor stuffed the steak into his mouth and said vaguely: "That bear-like man should go to Little Skellig Island, where Mr. East and King Bran's family are."
House nodded. This is good news. He and his group will also go to Little Skellig Island in the future. Along the way.
"I hope your news is accurate. Now let's talk about your 'little secret'. I want to know what news is so important to us Sintra people?" "You are Sintra people, right
? ?" The sailor drank the ale, and seeing that House and the others didn't care, he pulled over another glass of wine with a smile, "You are here to ask for help to deal with Nilfgaard, right? No need to deny it, everyone in Skellige knows it."
" So?"
"Mr. East wants to regain the throne. There has been a lot of fuss. He has many supporters, but there are also many opponents." The sailor said carelessly, "And among them, the most fierce opposition is That's King Bran's wife - Queen Bierna!"
House frowned, he didn't expect to hear such news.
"No offense, but I still want to ask - how did you know this kind of news, and why did you trade it for steak and wine so carelessly?" "
Ha, this is Skellig, not your inland." Sailor. He shook his head proudly, "As for this news...everyone in Skellige knows it!"
...
"Everyone in Skellige knows that there is absolutely no chance of winning against a behemoth like Nilfgaard." The man said, "What's more, King Bran wants to abdicate to East and abandon everything to deal with Nilfgaard. Can you accept this?" The
man who spoke was tall and strong, with a bald head and a big beard. This look is very in line with the islanders’ aesthetic of “men”.
But he was wearing a bear-skin cloak, a wolf-skin-tanned shirt, a seal-skin belt, and held a thick oak staff in his hand—revealing his Druid identity.
Although the Druid lineage has always been a bit of a combination of magic and martial arts, the "martial" flavor in this man is a bit too strong, and he can even give people the impression of "bloody", "powerful", and even "bloody" from the sight of him. "Killing" feeling.
"Can you accept this?"
Druid repeated his last question. When he said this, he raised his head, revealing three parallel lines of animal blood and war patterns painted with alchemy pigments on his face.
In front of him was a woman, slim and delicate, forming a sharp contrast with the druid, like a beast and a beauty.
The woman seemed to be aroused by the rough aura of the druid and almost wanted to retreat. But then she remembered her identity again and forced herself to straighten her waist, but her eyes shifted involuntarily.
"No, I can't accept it."
Bierna Bran took a deep breath, resisting the discomfort and turned her gaze back to the druid: "I can't accept it, I can't accept that my husband lost the throne, It is even more unacceptable for my son to lose the life he should have had."
[The most unacceptable thing for you is that you lose your rights. ] The druid filled in the rest of the words for the queen in his heart, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
But the expression on his face became sincere and confident: "That's great, Your Majesty. After talking to you for so long, this is the first time you have expressed your heart to me so directly. It seems that the people of Sintra really give me This has put a lot of pressure on you."
"Speak directly, Artis, what is your plan?" Queen Bierna raised her chin and said arrogantly, "Since you want to ask for my help, you shouldn't Instead of asking me questions, you should help me solve them." "
If you satisfy me, I will give the Svablo sect a place to live. Maybe it's a mountain, maybe it's an island - it all depends It depends on your next performance."
[What I want is not as simple as an island or a mountain. 】Druiyatis sneered in his heart again, scorning the conditions given by the queen.
But his body and expression still showed a strong ability to confuse, and showed just the right amount of excitement: "Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty." "
According to the information you gave me, His Majesty the King will be on Little Skellige Island in three days. A banquet will be held to entertain the people of Cintra, and the seven major families of the islands will be summoned at the same time. I will let the Velkas under me wear the armor of Cintra, and assassinate the lords attending the banquet, stimulating conflicts among them. "
Ha, your Velka Berserker? Not even Madman Lugo would believe such a low-level frame-up." "Of course it
's not a Berserker, Your Majesty, you can tell he's a Skellige at a glance . I will select ordinary Welka warriors to complete this task, but I will select those with the thinnest skin and tender flesh who look the most like mainlanders." "Oh, here comes the problem again:
ordinary Welka soldiers How could the Ka people sneak into the banquet and complete the assassination mission?"
"Sneaking into the banquet will naturally require your majesty's help. I believe that is not worth mentioning to you." Artis whispered, "As for the assassination mission, ...They don't need to finish, they just need to show up, draw their swords, and then die."
The queen nodded with satisfaction: "It sounds very good, they are very qualified warriors. But I thought you would be more cautious. , after all, I heard that there are not many people in Wilka anymore."
Artis lowered his head and showed a pious expression: "Everything...for my god Svablo!"
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In order to welcome the gathering of the seven major families of Skellige. , Lann and his party moved to Little Skellig Island.
The island is managed by the Tursek family of King Est and Bran. Originally, according to the relationship between them, Lann and his party should have landed here through the portal, and the Tursek family would have entertained them.
If it was Mossack who opened this portal, that would be the case.
However, the fact is that Lann and his team landed on the Great Skellige Island ruled by the Klett family first - because it was Yennefer who opened the portal.
So why did Yennefer do this?
"Geralt, where is Yennefer?"
East arranged a room for Lann that was many times larger than before. At this moment, Lann, the demon hunters, and his close attendants Rest here together.
Kolgrim and Korn were exchanging spells and the use of sword oil. The attendants were standing guard meticulously. Alice also floated out of the possessed scimitar and stayed aside to draw.
Geralt was leaning against the window and blowing the sea breeze expressionlessly. He glanced at Lan after hearing Lan's question.
"I'm probably discussing things with Kratz. You should know better than me about some of the political issues between witches and lords." White Wolf
said it was serious business, but Lan knew that was not the case.
If I remember correctly, there was a relationship between Yennefer and Kratz. In the process of the White Wolf's search for a girl in later generations, Yennefer fled from the persecution and supervision of the sorceress assembly. The shelter of the teleportation position was the Great Skellige Island where Kratz was located, and then staged a wave of events that made the former A great scene where the boyfriend helps his current boyfriend.
As for the sorceress, Yennefer is now over ninety years old, and some rosy past events are relatively normal; anyway, the white wolf has messed with a lot of flowers and plants.
Although Geralt and Yennefer have reached a certain sense of "destiny connection" through various bizarre experiences, there are still many twists and turns, which are not enough for outsiders.
However, since Yennefer was invited by Lann and others to return to Kaer Morhen with Geralt, their relationship has become much more stable now. Geralt could even say that this was the most peaceful time he had ever spent with Yennefer.
"Geralt." Lan said suddenly melancholy, "Do you feel that since having Ciri, the relationship between you and Yennefer has become much more harmonious and beautiful?" The white wolf pretended to be absentmindedly watching the scenery
. His eyes suddenly focused: "What are you implying?"
...
While they were talking, the door to the room opened.
Without knocking on the door or announcing anything, those who came in hastily could only be Yennefer and Ciri, who they were talking about just now.
Yennefer walked up to the white wolf, crossed her arms, and looked at Geralt with a straight look, making her look unnatural and tilt her face to one side.
Shirley hugged Lan's arm without hesitation and began to unsteadily tell where she went and what she did today.
Seeing the hesitant expression on the white wolf's side, Lann smiled and took the initiative to ask Ciri:
"I remember you went out alone in the morning. How come you met Yennefer on the road? You all did the same thing. What's wrong?"
As expected, Lan En saw the white wolf's ears perked up in the corner of his vision.
"Oh, I'm playing with Halma, and Caris is too!" Shiri didn't notice the changes in the adults around her at all. "Yennefer doesn't know what she's talking about with Kratz, but they don't seem to be happy. . Because when she saw me, she said something like, "Xili, you must be tired from playing," and she forced me to come back." Xili said this and glared at Yennefer angrily: "Haha and
I Erma and the others haven't seen each other for a long time, I'm not tired!"
Although the voice was very soft, Lann, with his keen senses, still heard Geralt let out a long sigh of relief.
Immediately afterwards, Geralt began to look at Lan the same way Lan looked at him just now.
...
"Halma." Lann repeated the words from Ciri's mouth.
"Yes, Halma." Shiri nodded, "And Caris, we used to play together when we were kids. You rarely came here at that time..."
Because of the close family relationship, Shiri and Kratz's children are also very close. close. And if you really have to choose one of the two to be "closer" to, Ciri has a better relationship with Halma, not Caris, who is also a girl.
All this is just because of a childhood farce: as a teenager, Hjalmar's skating speed was the best in Skellige, and even adults could not beat him - until Ciri appeared.
During the skating competition in which they competed against each other, Hjalma broke her limbs in her haste and was left with a long scar on her face. After being taught a lesson by her elders, Xili stayed with the bedridden Halma, reading poems to the seriously injured boy, chatting, and relieving her worries.
Yennefer also seemed to know this story. She told the ending of the story jokingly: "It is said that after Halma recovered from her injury, she immediately announced to Kratz that she was engaged to Ciri, and Kratz did give him a gift. A bride - a brand new leather whip."
The sorceress said and shook her head sadly: "Poor child, he was just able to walk after recovering from a serious injury, and he was beaten to the point of being bedridden immediately."
Ciri talked about it She was very generous when it came to this matter, but she was a little troubled: "I didn't expect that Halma would think of that. How could I agree to his proposal..."
As she said that, she grabbed Lan's arm. His hands shook again, and his big eyes flashed towards those dark golden lion pupils.
At this moment, Lann suddenly felt like a light on his back.
When he turned around, he only saw the witchers at the round table talking about the previous topic without changing their expressions. The attendants held their weapons and performed their duties intently.
But the keen Lann could clearly tell that the communication between the demon hunters did not match the words at all, and the postures of the attendants holding their weapons were so awkward that people couldn't help but want to help them adjust it.
Apparently they weren't doing what they were doing a breath ago.
In the middle of the table, there was a wine glass that was shaking and almost falling. It was obvious that someone had just made some big move and touched it.
...
Lann chuckled lightly.
He didn't really care much about what happened between Shiri and Halma.
Being young and ignorant is one thing, and speaking of "childhood sweethearts", he and Xili are the "childhood sweethearts" who have truly grown up since childhood.
Halma was just Ciri's playmate during occasional vacations. In other words - Lann's childhood is above Halma's.
And if you look deeper, Lan En is still the most royal "green plum from the sky"!
Lan En shook his head and drove out the messy thoughts in his mind. Just as he was about to scold the attendants to adjust their posture, there was a sudden knock on the door from the direction of the door.
"Dong dong dong -"
"Come in."
The door opened and two young men with reddish-brown hair, a man and a woman, walked in.
"Halma, Caris!" Ciri shouted in surprise, "Are you here to find me?"
...
The demon hunters who were chatting suddenly stopped talking, and the expressions on the faces of the attendants who were standing guard also changed. More serious.
A smile like the sea breeze appeared on Halma's rough face, which was typical of the islanders. He was about the same age as Lan, but had begun to grow a beard on his face.
Lan suddenly took a step to the left to block his sight, thought for a while, and asked:
"Halma, I remember that in terms of seniority, I am your...cousin, right?" The
bearded young man suddenly froze.
"It seems so... why do you mention this suddenly?"
"It's okay, I just haven't been back for a long time and want to sort out our relationship." Lann smiled with satisfaction, "What's the matter with you?"
This time Halma didn't speak anymore, but Caris took a step forward.
Caris's hair color is very similar to Triss's, but the red color is not as bright. The deep and deep brown dominates her hair.
Although she is a woman, she still has a strong aura of an islander. She is neatly dressed, wearing a close-fitting thin cotton coat that wraps up her body that is usually diligent in exercising. This outfit can be used to get off the boat or go up the mountain at any time without hindering the movement at all.
In addition, she also wore a bearskin waistcoat and a bearskin belt. It is said that the bearskin decoration on King Bran's body came from the same bear, and this bear was hunted by King Bran with Caris and his guards. .
Unlike Halma who went straight to Ciri, after Caris entered the house, the focus of her eyes was Lan.
correct. When playing in childhood, if Ciri was closer to Halma, then Caris was closer to Lan.
"Sorry, Ciri, we have a 'mission' this time, but we are not looking for you." Caris smiled, "We are looking for Lan." ... At the junction of the sea and the mountain next to the castle, there
is
a The cliffs stood tall.
In the changing light and shadow of the morning sun, the outline of the cliff is illuminated by soft colors, and even the stones reflect the shimmering silver waves.
Artists or scholars should be filled with joy when they see this. With the cool sea breeze, the melodious chirping of gulls, and the swaying shadows of trees, this should be a good place for retreat.
However, those who truly enjoy such scenery and style are not hermits or scholars.
But a simple tomb.
A lonely, sad grave.
A more lonely and sad man stood in front of this tomb.
He didn't speak for a long time, and it wasn't until he heard the footsteps behind him that he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry... to bury Calanthe here in such a scrupulous manner. I know there is a royal cemetery in Sintra." East said, "But the Tursek family does not have a cemetery, and we islanders... very few They need graves."
Skellige people are either buried in the sea or buried in the mountains; there are also some real warriors who, when they realize that their death is coming, choose to go into the forest alone with their daggers to hunt giant bears, so that glory can be given to them. Life comes to an end.
After hearing East's words, Lan stopped three steps away from East and folded his wrists on his waist.
"I know here... my aunt has mentioned before that she likes the scenery here the most." Lan En sighed, "It has been more than a year now, but this is the first time I have come to pay homage to my aunt... I really shouldn't ."
All the sad aura in East's body disappeared at a certain moment. He has been sad for too long, and enough is enough.
"Don't be too harsh on yourself, Lann. What you do outside is what makes my love truly happy."
Lann lowered his head in silence, mourning for his elders.
After a few breaths, he raised his gaze: "Karis said you would wait for me here." "
That's right." East nodded, "On the one hand, I'm bringing you to meet my love. Waiting for Xin After Terra is recovered, you can move her back and let her sleep with her ancestors." "
On the other hand, people from the other five major families are coming tomorrow. Do you have any ideas? I need to introduce it to you. Will you stop them?"
Lann exhaled a long breath: "If possible, this would be the best."
(End of Chapter)