Chapter 371 The Baron’s Dream


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  Chapter 371 The Baron’s Dream

  Baron Wesselard wears an exaggerated big-brimmed hat with a huge harpy feather hanging from the top of the hat; a mink fur shawl on the shoulders, and a shirt with elegant patterns embroidered on silk , there are also huge agates on the thumbs and index fingers of both hands.

  This outfit was in sharp contrast to the barony around him, which was so barren that it was called the "Crow's Nest".

  You can basically tell the quality of the other party.

  Baron Veserad's voice and accent were as exaggerated as his clothes.

  The baron's guards he brought over were easily knocked to the ground by the blue-clad iron guards, but these special forces did not dare to attack the baron easily.

  Obviously this is not the first time Baron Wesselad has done this. Every time he is able to move freely among these soldiers by virtue of his identity.

  The only person in this team who needs his slight attention is Roche. Although the other party is just a bastard, he is still a close minister of the king.

  But this time, there was no embarrassment on the face of the blue-clad iron guard. Instead, he watched Veserad break into Roche's tent with a mocking smile.

  "Vernon Roche, take your people and get out of my territory!"

  "I heard that you also brought a sorceress? Those weirdos who play with magic should be hanged together with the filthy monsters!"

  Even if there is one more sorceress, it is nothing to a baron.

  But unexpectedly, when the baron opened the tent like the previous times, what appeared in front of him was not the tramp who was lucky enough to be promoted because of the king's favor.

  Nor is she the handsome sorceress who is rumored to be able to play with herbs and the human body.

  "Veserad, Baron?" Lann turned around, his dark golden lion eyes without any emotion.

  Baron Veserad stiffened.

  He knew so well who the person in front of him was, and he even collected a Gwent card modeled after the person in front of him. Whenever there was a gathering, he would take out the collection card and show it off to his companions.

  But when this person actually appeared in front of him, Baron Veserad was speechless.

  "Lan...Duke Lannister?"

  ...

  Lann glanced at Baron Veserad, and without even saying a word, he raised his hand and struck out [Axxi's Sign].

  The misty ether element suddenly enveloped the Baron's face, and before his domineering attitude could completely turn into shock, he was completely covered in confusion.

  "We need a force that is familiar with the terrain to help us explore the terrain of Velen, do you understand?" "

  ...Understood." Baron Weiserard replied vaguely.

  "We also need you to issue a notice to ask all villagers in the Willen area to cooperate with our actions. Do you understand?" "

  ...Yes." Baron Weiserard replied in a confused tone.

  Not to mention Roche, even Keira was dumbfounded when she saw how easily Lan made a baron obey him.

  Most of the sorceresses' methods are to seduce and charm, but they are rarely able to achieve this level of hypnosis.

  "What are you waiting for?" Lan En said coldly.

  Baron Veserad maintained a dull posture, turned around and was about to leave.

  Lan shook his head and turned around, meeting the eyes of Roche and Kayla.

  Before he could continue greeting and discussing plans, he suddenly thought of something.

  "No...no, wait." Lan suddenly waved his hand to stop the other party.

  "I have another question, and I need you to answer it well."

  ...

  I don't know when, the expressions of Roche and Kayla started to become angry.

  They listened to Baron Wesselad shouting loudly outside to gather the troops, and heard a burst of surprise and confusion, but the answer Baron Wesselad had just answered echoed in their minds.

  "That's it, that's it... No wonder he knew that I was carrying out the king's order, but he still obstructed me in every possible way!" Roche murmured to himself, "He's not just arrogant and stupid..." The Blue-Clothed Iron

  Guard The commander took a deep breath and suppressed his racing heart.

  But thinking about what would happen next, Roche's lips curved into a gloating smile.

  "This is exactly the stupidest performance, and he will never have this opportunity again in the future." Lann waved his hand and started looking at the map on the table again.

  Roche nodded: "I will definitely report this matter to His Majesty the King, even the title of Baron can't keep that guy!"

  Lan En did not agree with Roche's idea, but chuckled: "If everything goes well If so, he might not even be able to wait for the trial of King Foltest."

  Roche was stunned for a moment, and immediately retorted subconsciously: "Duke Lannister, Veserad is also a baron of Temeria anyway. !"

  The implication is: You, Lord Lannister, are not qualified to judge him. If we act rashly, it will bring huge trouble to both Cintra and Temeria.

  Even though Roche still retained his personal admiration for Lan in his eyes, there was still a defense of Veserad or Temeria's legal principles in his words.

  Lan shook his head and did not elaborate, but changed the topic.

  "Let your people come back and rest for a while first. It will take some time for the locals in Willen to collect information and come back. I have a more convenient way to do a survey first." However, Keira became interested in

  Lann. She could There were not many opportunities to be alone with Lan.

  "Duke Lannister, were you using the Witcher's 'Sign' technique just now? Or was it the unique ability of your ancient blood? Can you..." ... Lann's Axi Sigil has been maintained for a long

  time

  . .

  It wasn't until the clerk finished writing the notice, the herald left on horseback, and all the orders of the guards under Wilen's command had been distributed in an orderly manner - that

  Baron Weiserard suddenly trembled and his eyes regained clarity.

  He glanced at the followers beside him who were bowing their heads and waiting for orders. These people did not use hypnosis with magic seals and had almost no thoughts of their own. At this moment, they were still mechanically and obsequiously waiting for the baron to give them orders.

  The baron shouted "Ah" and kicked the attendant away in fear and anger.

  "What just happened? What did I say to Lannister?"

  The Baron could feel something strange about himself, but he had no detailed memory of that time. He just felt as if he was in a dream.

  "Who can tell me what happened?!"

  The servant who was kicked to the ground had no time to rub the wound and got up from the ground skillfully.

  "My lord, you have just issued a new decree, calling on all the people under your rule to cooperate with Duke Lannister's actions, and..." "

  Idiot, it's not these!" Baron Wesselard kicked again, " Lannister asked me questions in the meantime. What did he ask me? What did I say?!"

  This time the attendant did not get up so quickly. He struggled for a while before answering intermittently:

  "My lord, I...I don't know, I dare not listen to the conversation between you and Duke Lannister..." "

  Then what use are you for?!" Veserad was furious.

  "Lannister! Damn it! Lannister! Lannister!" The baron rushed towards his squire, punching and kicking like crazy. "I collected your Gwent cards before and praised you greatly!" "

  But now, you actually use despicable magic like the warlock and mix with the mud-legged people. You have insulted your reputation. I want to fight with you." You duel! I want to..."

  "Roar!"

  ...

  The thundering roar suppressed Baron Veserad's roar, and the fortress-like ancient monster flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

  Kelturis stretched his brick-red scales against the wind, glanced at the ground imperceptibly, swung his tail, and disappeared from everyone's sight.

  The Velen people's eyes widened, and some even fell to the ground in fear.

  "Dragon, red dragon...the legend is true. Duke Lannister is not only a dragon slayer, but also a dragon controller..." A

  trace of yearning flashed in the attendant's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed in his heart. He turned around to look for his baron, only to find that Veselade was running wildly towards his horse, and there was especially dust on his pants that he had just collapsed on the ground and had no time to brush off.

  The baron ignored the calls of his subordinates, hurriedly looked at the direction in which the dragon was going, and then ran out.

  "The dragon flew in the wrong direction... That's right, I definitely didn't say those important words to Lannister."

  Cold sweat poured down, and the wind in front of him couldn't dry it away.

  "There is still a chance, there is still a chance..."

  ...

  When the horses began to pant, a small swamp appeared in front of them.

  After bypassing the swamp, a desolate village appeared in front of them.

  ——It is said that the village is actually in debt. There are only four or five swaying wooden houses here, which have long been deserted.

  But among these broken wooden houses, there is a particularly neat church-like villa. Creepers, vines, and other parasitic plants clung densely to its surface, as if extending from above to absorb the spirit of the other houses.

  Baron Veserad took a deep breath. He looked up and saw that the sun was almost setting.

  He didn't encounter any monsters that haunted Wellen along the way, and water ghosts, ghouls, and swamp witches all avoided him.

  He knows why.

  There was a burning sting on his hand, and a strange rune flashed in Baron Jue's palm.

  "Ah, damn it!" Veserad cried out in pain. The next second, the originally locked door of the wooden church slowly opened under the control of invisible forces.

  "Crunch——" a long and long sound sounded.

  In such a remote place, in such a dilapidated environment, and with a building like a "church" that doesn't sound very good at first glance, whatever happens next should be suitable for writing in a ghost story.

  But Baron Veserad had a look of obsession in his eyes.

  He shook his painful palm and quickly entered the church, where countless half-burned candles were relit as he walked. The dim candlelight illuminated the dim church lightly, and there seemed to be peeping eyes inside every ray.

  Baron Wesselad turned a blind eye to the blurry vision in the hall. He quickly walked to the end of the hall following his memory, and a hanging painting came into his eyes.

  Looking at this painting, the obsession in the Baron's eyes became even more intense.

  There are three graceful women in the painting, with strange temperaments and graceful postures. They barely cover their bodies with leaves and hair, and use naked lines to outline large areas of gray skin.

  If Lan was present, he would be able to tell that these three sisters were the three he saw in his dream.

  In the picture, they have little cover, but there are many decorations such as flower crowns, necklaces, and rings; the one in the center of the three is holding a flower basket in his hand, which is filled with flowers and berries symbolizing the harvest. , sharing the meal with two other sisters.

  Baron Veserad looked at the juice overflowing from the lips of the three sisters in the scroll, and looked at their figures with fascination, wishing that he was the one chewing the cherry in their little mouths.

  His breathing became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't help but step forward to touch the hair of the woman in the painting - the material was actually real human hair.

  "Are you here again?"

  An ethereal voice suddenly sounded, as if it was echoing from a distant cave.

  "It's not time to sacrifice yet, little Baron." The voice was beautiful, but the wording was gentle. Even the corners of the woman's mouth on the scroll were slightly curved, as if she was looking at Veserad.

  "Or do you want some other reward?"

  Baron Weiserard swallowed hard, shook his head, and suddenly began to wave his hands excitedly.

  "Mrs. Forest, Foltest's attack is coming!"

  "We know, you told us." Another voice sounded, this one smoother, like nectar that was still being held tightly even though it was exhausted. , "Didn't I ask you to delay for a few more days? As long as we are ready, even the guards from the entire Willen Province will only become fertilizer for the swamp..." "No, no, this time is different."

  Weeserad The baron said eagerly, "This time it's a Lannister! Lann Lannister Leanne of Cintra! He's coming!"

  The candlelight in the hall suddenly stopped swinging.

  The light suddenly dimmed by more than one degree.

  "Lei Anlun?" A third voice sounded. This voice was hoarse and more itchy, like sharp nails scratching the navel.

  she repeated.

  Then, three voices sounded like a trio.

  "Leian Lun?!"

  Baron Weiserard nodded hurriedly.

  "Yes, Lady of the Forest. Lann Lannister Leanne! The Lion of Cintra!"

  The candlelight in the hall that had dimmed was rekindled, quickly burning out the beeswax, but Wuzi continued to burn and hang on the empty candlestick.

  "Very well, you did a good job, little baron." The smooth voice sounded, "This news comes just in time." "What reward do you want? A bumper harvest from your own garden? Fattening cattle and sheep? Or

  ... Huh?" His tone rose slightly at the end.

  Baron Veserad's breathing quickened.

  "I want to ask the three ladies to give me another dream..." Sure enough, he showed reverence and couldn't help but stroke the hair of the three sisters in the painting, "Another... dream that enters the painting." There was a sense of joy in the air

  . The three sisters seemed happy to hear this request.

  "Again? Little Baron, you are so greedy." The smooth voice said.

  "In this case, this time, we decided to make your dream longer." Another hoarse voice continued.

  "And this time, it's the three of us together, hey..." the last voice ended in a low voice.

  Baron Weiserard's face was filled with joy: "Thank you to the lady in the forest for your kindness, thank you..."

  Before he could finish his words, the ground under his feet suddenly rang with the sounds of mechanisms and magic, and suddenly collapsed.

  The Baron did not fall into a sweet dream as usual, but let out a short scream and rolled down the tunnel. Before he reached the bottom, he was knocked into a coma by stones along the way.

  At the end of the tunnel, three figures that were either huge, thin, or twisted had been waiting for a long time, and saliva flowed uncontrollably from their mouths.

  (End of chapter)
 

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