Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 440 439. Name

【Hunting Lord】.

This name seems to have a special effect.

Originally, the arrival of the queen had already caused these soldiers to stand upright, but when the name came out of the queen's mouth, the soldiers standing closest to the demon hunter moved slightly away in an instant. One step forward.

Their movements were surprisingly consistent, so much so that the movements that should have only made small movements on the armor actually seemed a bit jarring when superimposed.

The face of the leading soldier turned extremely ugly in an instant, and the faces of the soldiers themselves also looked mixed with embarrassment and fear.

I just don't know if this fear comes from that name, or from the fact that I lost my manners in front of the queen.

Haxo's originally deeply bowed head tilted slightly, and he used his peripheral vision to look at what was happening behind him.

But even if you just look at him out of the corner of your eye, you can feel the disbelief in his expression.

Among the demon hunters I commissioned is the rumored "Hunter Lord"?

Haxo's eyes wandered, searching for the brilliant silver hair in that impression.

Only him!

Hair as brilliant as molten silver, handsome face

And when Haxor found it in the crowd, he happened to meet Lan En's peephole.

There was no malice in those amber cat eyes, but they still made him turn his head as if running away immediately.

it's him!

Who else could it be but him? !

Haxo yelled in his heart.

He didn't recognize Lan En, mainly because he didn't expect, or dare not think, that the person who was once rumored would appear in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. [Hunter Lord]'s appearance is different from the portrait that was sent to me. I didn't recognize it."

At this point, he could only make a feeble defense for himself.

The queen of Cintra, who is also the actual ruler of Cintra, wears emerald jewelry that matches her green dress and eye color, and a slender gold crown surrounds her long light gray hair.

The long hair convinced Lan En that the little guy he met in the Broklon Forest did indeed have the same bloodline as the queen in front of him.

The [Cintra Lioness] was rumored to have a beautiful figure, but now she has gained some weight. Her beauty was compromised because of this, but she could still see her graceful charm when she was young.

At this time, with an interested smile on her face, she stopped in front of Lan En and looked at him carefully.

After hearing Haxo's defense, her smile did not diminish at all and she spoke without looking back.

"Ah, that portrait that came from Temeria, I think of it, and I can't blame you, Haxor. A bad painter wouldn't be able to depict even one-third of the beauty of this face."

Calanthe's hand gently rose, wanting to caress Lan En's cheek.

But the witcher's smile remained unchanged, and he just raised his head slightly, letting his slightly fat hand fall.

"Ah, and this painting seems to be contemptuous of the nobility from beginning to end, but the arrogance is hidden under the smile. This cannot be painted by a third-rate painter."

Calanthe wasn't angry, to be precise, she didn't seem to care.

This is completely different from those wanton and dissolute female nobles.

But when the other party's heavily armed soldiers subconsciously stayed away, they could continue to approach Lan En without any care. The name of this woman [Cintra Lioness] didn't look like it was given by nobles to each other. .

Lan En realized this accurately.

"You said there is a portrait of me here? But I don't remember meeting any painter."

This was the first time Lan En spoke after entering the palace of Cintra.

"Yes." Calanthe admitted lightly.

"For a warrior like you, it's unreasonable not to pay attention to him. Besides, that disgusting Stetha, in terms of blood, is he still mine? Or mine, Haxor?"

The palace steward stood up and began to name the dishes in a familiar manner: "Count Stesa's great-great-grandfather had the same dish as your great-grandfather's cousin brother."

Calanthe just listened to the beginning and waved his hand, indicating that Haxo could stop.

And her eyes never moved away from Lan En's body.

"You heard it too. That maggot is still related to me by blood, so it's natural to pay attention to your information."

"It's precisely because you haven't met the painter that those people can't even meet the requirements of painting like this."

"And to be honest, what you did is indeed in line with the temper of the people of Cintra, Mr. [Lord Hunter]."

"Just call me Lan En, Your Majesty."

"Then, can you come with me and have a chat, Lan En?"

Calanthe didn't wait for Lan En's response, turned around and walked towards the bench swing under the big tree.

"As for the other two, Haxo, entertain them well."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

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"If Visekid knew that there was a [Hunter Lord] among the three of you, he would not send just twenty people to bring you here. He would not allow this meeting to happen at all. He would try his best to stop me."

"You are a big hero in Sintra's reputation, but please understand that preferences and politics are often incompatible."

The Queen of Cintra strode towards the swing like a heroic man.

Lan En followed Calanthe half a step behind, speaking calmly.

"Of course, I understand that politics must be cautious. This marshal seems to understand the combat effectiveness of witchers, at least witchers other than me. This is rare."

"Haha! That's because he has seen how many soldiers a demon hunter without armor and only holding a sword can deal with. Geralt of Rivia, he made a big fuss at my banquet ten years ago, then This time was also the guard arranged by Visekid. Since that time, he has never seen any witcher alone. If the witcher had white hair, he would double the number of guards."

Calanthe turned around and sat on the bench swing, kicking her feet from time to time to keep the swing rocking.

Originally, there were several young women accompanying her here. One of them was sitting on the grass next to the swing. Her dress was spread among the green grass, turning into a wisp of white among the green bushes, like a snowflake. The other two were a little further away, picking strawberries and arguing about something.

But after she brought the witcher over, the queen waved her hand, and the girls jumped down.

"Okay, enough chatter, let's get a little more formal by greeting each other: nice to meet you."

"I am equally pleased, Your Majesty."

"Very well. After greetings, let's get straight to the point. I want you to talk about what you heard from the tomb during this trouble."

Calanthe was swinging on the swing, facing the setting sun.

Lan stood next to the swing, facing the same direction.

They didn't look at each other during the conversation, which would normally be considered rude, but neither of them seemed to notice.

Lan En truthfully told the truth about the resentment that Rogna, who had become a demon spirit in the mausoleum, once expressed.

Calanthe didn't seem surprised at all, not even a little shaken.

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