Chapter 59 Nilfgaard approaches
the 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.
He stroked his fingers lightly, and the notes flowed on his fingertips:
"The forest is long and shrouded in Brochlon.
It curses the human habitation and devours the princess's return.
I heard the dryad shouting 'leave',
after dawn, The lions came one after another.
He came to the north in the morning light,
his long sword cut through the dawn, and his golden hair flowed like the wind.
When everything started, prayers rang in the deep forest,
fate was handed over, and the stars were despised.
I heard the dryad shouting ' "Leave",
after dawn, the lions came one after another.
He followed the footsteps of the princess and entered the pool alone.
The long sword pierced the silver eyes, and the blond hair fluttered like the wind.
When everything started, the prayers rang in the deep forest,
the fate was handed over, and the stars were despised. ..."
The bard sings leisurely, and the tavern is not lively enough at night. It is a suitable time for this kind of lyrical poetry to be sung in a low voice.
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.
Wait until the minstrel song ends and bow. A soldier shouted:
"Give our bard a glass of dark beer in honor of our Lord Lannister!" The
city guard raised the glass, and the people in the tavern responded:
"To Lord Lannister!"
"To the lion !" Such a warrior!"
"Here's to our pride in Sintra!"
Various wine glasses collided, various liquors were splashed, and the tavern owner beamed with joy.
After a hearty drink, a series of voices of discussion also sounded in the bar.
"Thank you Lord Lannister, otherwise little princess Cirilla might not be able to come back." "
Alas, it's just a pity for the alliance with Verdon. Nilfgaard is getting closer and closer, and now we have lost it again. Their support..."
It seemed that one of the soldiers was touched by his nerves. He slammed his wine glass and jumped onto the table.
"Who is talking nonsense! Her Majesty the Queen has already issued an announcement, and Verden has been harboring evil intentions for a long time! Besides, Nilfgaard is nothing! Our soldiers in Cintra can be as good as ten!" The soldiers were jumping around, and some travelers passing by were negotiating with each other
. .
"Nilfgaard has already annexed Ebin, Mechit, and Naser. Couldn't Cintra be next?" "
How could it be? Although Cintra is not a big country, it is far superior to ordinary small countries. Strong and powerful, separated by the Amer Mountains, what is Nilfgaard trying to do?" "
Look, there are powerful northern countries such as Temeria, Redania, Kaedwen, and Aedirn. , Nilfgaard dare not really invade the northern kingdom."
"Even if Cintra is gone, there are still so many countries in the north. Without Cintra, maybe we can make more money..."
The businessman While he was showing off his knowledge, a wine glass was thrown at him, making the talkative businessman dizzy.
When the businessman calmed down and was about to curse, several soldiers had already surrounded him.
"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?" , Aedirn? All big countries are just idiots!"
The soldier punched the merchant in the face, turned his head, and spat out the smell of wine with a red face:
"In Sintra, we have Her Majesty the Lioness, and there are people from Skellig. His Majesty the King of East, the invincible Marshal Visekid, and the new lion - Earl Lannister, who can defeat us? Who can!" The door
of the tavern was suddenly opened, and the knight with the lion's crest was revealed. Get your foot in the door.
Behind him is a silver-haired demon hunter carrying two swords, and then three attendants in different costumes.
People's eyes lit up, and they actually saw the living Earl Lannister.
Because of Lan En's previous map mission, 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 the compilation of poetry.
Only the few soldiers who had supported Cintra the most just now had stern expressions on their faces. The man in charge let go of the bruised businessman, and he and several companions quietly tried to block the businessman's figure.
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.
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." The
owner nodded in agreement.
Lann then turned to the city guards who looked unnatural.
"My Lord Earl."
The soldiers greeted Lann one after another.
Lann asked: "What's going on?"
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 Xin They can make more money if Terra destroys the country."
The businessman remained silent.
Lan narrowed his eyes and said to the bar owner: "Give him a drink as an apology."
The two of them couldn't breathe, and a large glass of dark beer was photographed in front of the businessman.
The businessman held up his 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.
Lan reached out his hand to hold the bottom of the cup, raised it, and said, "Drink."
The businessman took a sip.
Lan's hand was still holding the wine glass.
But his hand was raised higher and higher, and the merchant drank more and more urgently. He soon choked and had to cough while drinking. Then the malty-smelling wine spurted out, covering his clothes. The entire collar is soaked.
Lann grabbed the bottom of the cup with one hand and tipped the cup downward.
"Have you finished drinking?"
The businessman nodded.
Lan also nodded and turned around holding the empty wine glass.
"My soldier just hit a friend who came from a foreign country. It was wrong, so my soldier apologized to him. But I want to know what this friend said. Who can tell me?" in the bar
. Everyone's expressions were playful.
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. !”
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 in other northern countries!" The
poet in the center of the tavern gently touched Root. Qin: "The owner of the carriage was afraid of Sun Lun's iron cavalry and made rude remarks in the tavern. He spoke of the Pearl of the North but showed no respect. The soldiers struck with their iron fists and delivered justice." "Very good." Lann nodded, "Then the situation is clear.
"
Lan turned around and smashed the wooden wine glass on the businessman's head.
(End of chapter)