From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

"This time it was an accident. It was supposed to be a hearty and simple bandit suppression. I will tell you the details when we have dinner. This will be an excellent dinner table story." Lane explained.

This old man may be one of the few elders in the world who really cares about him. Although the nagging of the old man is a headache for most people, Lann is very useful. Even if he was coaxing him, he still had to respond to the other party.

"However, I will keep your words in mind, and I will be careful in the future."

Erns nodded, regardless of whether the promise was true or not, getting a response would also give him some peace of mind.

"Or, you can leave an heir first, and then you can go on those thrilling adventures."

"Ahem" Lan En said hurriedly, "Let's talk again, talk again."

Lan stepped forward to touch Heifeng's mane, and the smooth feel made him feel better. The old butler stared at Lann's back inexplicably, and sighed softly.

I don't know what Ernes is thinking, at least Lan En is now thinking of how to give the little girl a good enough gift in return.

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City Defense Army, Dungeon.

On the table where the blood was still fresh, there were a row of knives, bag belts, and all kinds of unnamed bottles and cans. The most eye-catching ones in the middle were two sharp swords with cat head weight balls installed.

Two sharp swords. A steel sword and a silver sword. The steel sword punishes villains, and the silver sword cuts down demons.

These were all found from the witcher and belonged to Lane's spoils.

Lan looked at the table for a moment, then reached for the steel sword. The mirror-like spine of the sword reflected Lan's side face, and he felt that this was a good return gift, enough to match "Black Wind".

But the shape and weight are not right, Ciri can't swing it, so it needs to be modified a little.

Lan began to draw a simple design sketch in his mind, and Lan couldn't help laughing.

"Should she like it?"

Lann does not lack a good sword. This steel sword is not the magical witcher weapon with special enchanting effects in the game. It is just a sword with good material. In comparison, it is equivalent to going out in the game. Novice outfit.

To say that it is precious, it may be that the materials and craftsmanship are more particular, but that's all. The blacksmiths of the royal court also have the ability to forge them. But Lane believed that the story of the "trophy" and the process of obtaining it would make Ciri especially fond of this gift.

Compared with this steel sword, the other silver sword and these bottles and jars of potions are not available in the circle that Lan En has come into contact with. Lan En has kept them well and plans to wait until he is free. Let's see if it helps.

But now, Lane has more important things to do.

In the cage behind him, the witcher Judd was chained to a wooden frame, and his wounds were simply bandaged to prevent him from dying without trial.

An interrogator saw that Lan En had finally counted the spoils and turned his attention to the demon hunter, so he carefully stepped forward and suggested, "My lord, you really don't need to do this kind of dirty work yourself, we have been buddies for decades ..."

Lane waved his hand, making it clear that no one else is needed here. The winking interrogator quickly bowed his head and shut his mouth. There are also eccentric nobles, not to mention personally interrogating prisoners, he has also seen "captives" who were captured specifically for interrogation.

In the cell, hearing the sound of footsteps, the witcher raised his head slightly, with an unexpected expression on his face:

"Noble boy, you are still here..."

Lan looked around, pulled a dirty wooden stool and sat down:

"If I'm in high spirits, maybe now I'll say something like 'I shouldn't have come', 'I'm here' or something. But time is precious and there's a lot I want to know. So I think we'll just get right to it .”

"Hehe...it sounds like the contrived tone of a nobleman...it's more like a dialogue that should appear in a bard's poem.

Keep me here and treat my injuries like this, and don't let the interrogator come over for questioning. Clearly, noble boy, you have some secrets that you want to know about, but don't want others to know... tell me, what is it? "

Lan En smiled slightly: "Should I just tell you if I ask you?"

Judd laughed presumptuously: "Do you believe me when I tell you?"

Lane nodded, confirmed it, a master move.

"I've heard that demon hunters' potion transformation will cause great pain to the body, and the process of becoming stronger is itself a torture. In other words, your tolerance for pain is beyond ordinary people. What's the matter?"

Judd smiled: "This is not something ordinary people can hear, your ears are quite big."

Even though he was in prison, the captured demon hunter didn't seem to forget to taunt Lan En, without showing any sign of weakness.

Lan En wondered, "You don't seem to be worried about what I'm going to do next."

"Hehehe, I know that the interrogation techniques of you guys are nothing more than using knives and irons. But you can hardly imagine the pain I have experienced, physical and mental... I had hope, but it is broken now. And Your men crippled my legs and hands again, making it impossible to rekindle my shattered hopes."

"Hahaha, the reason why I stayed in this dungeon for so long without committing suicide is because I want to see the expression of you, a noble boy, who can't get anything after trying everything on me, the expression of anger and anger. Tell me, Noble boy, how are you going to take something out of a person who has nothing!"

The crazy voice echoed in the prison, and Lan couldn't help but lean back a little to avoid the saliva sprayed everywhere by the witcher.

Lan smacked his lips: "I've also heard that the demon hunters of the cat faction are rich in lunatics, and seeing them today really deserves their reputation. But..."

Lan suddenly turned around and drew out the long sword, stabbed it forward forcefully on the wooden frame between the demon hunter's legs, then slowly raised the hilt upwards, so that the long sword closed upwards like a side knife, the cold blade It slowly stuck to the witcher's skin.

"Are you sure you have nothing left to lose?"

The demon hunter's expression froze for a moment, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

"You seem to want to be a tough guy who uses the few lives left to fight against the power. It's not necessary. Because I'm not that kind of nobleman, and you're not that kind of tough guy. And as a bandit leader, I don't know how many innocent people have been killed. You just make me laugh when you say that."

Lan En only held the handle of the knife with two fingers, and he walked in step by step, the sharp blade also spun and tightened towards the demon hunter's lower body bit by bit: "Of course, I must admit that you have rich experience in life, Every demon hunter who can be released from the castle is old enough to be my father or even my grandfather. You will definitely be able to pass the ordinary punishment. I have great confidence in you—or in the demon hunter.

But I am also very confident in my knowledge reserve, you can hardly imagine what kind of messy knowledge I have-advanced knowledge. "