Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 439 438. The Lioness of Sintra

It was unclear whether they were escorting the prisoners or inviting guests. Anyway, after walking out of the royal cemetery, many well-equipped soldiers surrounded them.

Surrounded by the three demon hunters, they walked towards the palace.

Lan En's expression was very calm, which was not unusual. After all, there were only a dozen or twenty people in this circle.

Cohen and Gerd also looked calm.

This is not because they have sufficient confidence in themselves, but because they have experienced many such situations.

When working for a big noble, or a big businessman, or a chamber of commerce, it is inevitable that you will be involved in some kind of secret that the employer doesn't want people to know.

This development is even more reasonable and common when the words posted on the notices are unclear.

According to past experience, the demon hunter who has finished his work will be brought to his employer.

The powerful gentleman or lady will act majestic and angry at this time.

Their threats are made with great fury, warning the witchers to watch their mouths and their actions.

Generally speaking, at this time, there will be one or more knives against the demon hunter's back to increase the credibility of the employer's words.

This is a common and not uncommon process for any veteran demon hunter who is walking on the continent and making a living.

However, unless the secret is really a matter of life and death, the employer would not dare to really attack the demon hunter.

Who can say that we will not encounter monsters in our future life?

Who knows what other methods are hidden under the cold appearance of these mutants?

Even for the sake of precious credibility and reputation, most demon hunters can still get their rewards in this situation.

This commission from the palace has put up many notices, causing quite a stir.

And according to the complaints of Rogna, who had turned into a demon spirit, this matter could not be said to be too bad.

Therefore, in the eyes of Ged and Cohen, the chance of murder and silence is really low.

At least in terms of danger - far less than facing a group of water ghosts and ghosts in the dark.

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The witchers turned their heads.

In the dry ditch next to the castle garden, the sounds of children playing could be heard. There were more than a dozen children, screaming excitedly at each other with immature voices, making people's eardrums hurt. They ran up and down the ditch like a school of small fish that stayed together but kept changing directions.

Cohen and Lan En watched this scene casually, with a slight sense of relaxation and comfort.

But Gede frowned slightly, as if these lively, innocent and cheerful children reminded him of something he didn't want to recall.

Fortunately, this section of the road is not long, because the royal cemetery is built next to the palace.

The three witchers arrived at the gate of the castle, surrounded by twenty armored guards.

Any castle in this era puts actual combat first, and the palace is no exception.

At the gate, there is first a mesh gate made of thick steel bars, and then two thick wooden doors that open and close outward.

This heavy defense structure does not always remain open in normal times. Normal access is through a small door next to the main door.

"Dodge! Open the gate!"

After arriving at the door, one of the leaders of the twenty guards opened the window on his helmet, raised his head and shouted towards the city gate.

There was a hurried sound above the city gate, and a soldier who looked like he had just put his helmet on his head stuck his head out and looked down nervously.

After looking around, he looked at the leader again, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked angry again.

"Dewen! Are you fucking sick? The little door is not closed, why are you yelling! I thought I forgot what big event there is today!"

"We can't go through the small door. There are twenty-three people here. We can't pass through the small door one by one!"

The leader then shouted upwards.

His words almost made the guy at the city gate laugh angrily.

"Huh? Twenty-three people? From what you said, I thought they were twenty-three Sirs!"

After laughing, he immediately cursed.

"The country bumpkins who deliver food and meat to the castle in the morning lined up for two miles. Have you ever seen me open the gate for them? Do you know how much effort it takes to open the gate? Are you out of your mind? You have to do it all at once. Come in?"

Faced with the shouting at the city gate, the leader still persisted.

"Dodge, I said: open the door! We can't go in one by one! Don't worry about why!"

As he said that, the leader gave the three demon hunters a vague look.

"This is an order from Marshal Visekid! I am saying hello to you now, don't let me take out the order! You don't want to see it!"

"What?" When the soldiers on the city gate heard the name of the marshal, they subconsciously straightened the crooked helmets on their heads and looked down in surprise.

Immediately, he began to wave hello behind him.

"Understood! Open the door!"

The heavy door slowly opened, and the leading soldier closed the window of his helmet again, tilted his head at the three demon hunters, and motioned to follow.

There is a small hillside inside the castle, covered with fine turf, flowers and vegetation.

The soldiers were heading towards the hill.

It was already setting sun, and under the dim sunlight, the vegetation on the entire hill reflected warm light.

A big tree grew abruptly on the grass, and a wooden bench was tied to the branches of the big tree with iron chains, turning it into a swing.

A woman was sitting on the swing, and the palace steward responsible for issuing the mission was already standing in front of the soldiers and demon hunters.

Haxo still looked that exquisitely dressed, with every beard and hair neatly combed and wrapped in a rich scent of perfume.

He first carefully glanced at the hillside behind him, and then hurriedly walked to the leading soldier.

He lowered his voice and asked: "Why so slow? You are more than ten minutes late! No one can let you go"

Before the palace steward could finish his question, the leading soldier responded with fear.

"We walked through the gate, but the marshal didn't let us queue up when we walked with them. The marshal said that the witchers are all very powerful, especially the ones with white hair. He has seen it with his own eyes."

"I've seen it with my own eyes!" Haxo choked unconvinced, making the leading soldier dare not say anything more.

"No matter what, you are all late! No one in Cintra can keep the queen waiting! They are just three demon hunters. Look at this!"

"'Three witchers'? 'Just'? Haxor, why didn't I know when you became so brave?"

The female voice coming from behind the palace steward made him tense up instantly, and the soldiers also stood at attention in an instant.

"His Majesty!"

The palace steward turned around smoothly, then lowered his head deeply and half-knelt in salute.

The owner of the female voice walked past the half-kneeling Haxo and the soldiers who stood solemnly at attention without stopping, and walked towards the demon hunters who had been standing quietly from the beginning.

"Do you know who you are referring to when you say 'just'? My dear Haxo, the old fool with a brain as big as a walnut?"

The female voice had a profound meaning and an incomprehensible tone.

Just three witchers.

It was natural for Haxo's mind to be filled with thoughts.

But he's not stupid.

"No, I don't know, Your Majesty."

He answered cautiously and humbly.

"Yes, you don't know, and neither does Visekid. That's why he dared to send only twenty young men to bring them to the palace."

Speaking of which, the female voice - [The Lioness of Sintra] seemed to have heard a somewhat funny joke and chuckled.

"Bring this famous demon hunter and the [Hunter Lord] to my palace!"

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