From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

The Three Crows Tavern.

Citizens who have finished their work, soldiers who are idle, travelers who are wandering, and businessmen who are resting, all hold their own wine glasses and drink happily in their respective positions.

The wandering bard sat on the high platform in the middle of the tavern, playing his beloved lute.

His fingers caressed, and the notes flowed through his fingertips:

"The forest is long, covering Brokiron.

It curses the dwelling place of man and devours the way back of the princess.

I heard the Dryad shouting 'Go away',

After dawn, the lions followed.

He came to the north in the morning light,

The long sword pierced the dawn, and the golden hair fluttered like the wind.

When it all begins, prayers whisper to the woods,

Fate handed over, despised starlight.

I heard the Dryad shouting 'Go away',

After dawn, the lions followed.

He followed the princess' footsteps and entered the pool alone.

The long sword pierced the silver eye, and the blond hair fluttered like the wind.

When it all begins, prayers whisper to the woods,

Fate handed over, despising starlight..."

Bards sang leisurely, and the tavern was not lively enough at night, which was the right time for this kind of lyrical poetry to be sung softly.

While listening to this song, several soldiers wearing city guard armor sat at the front, seeming to regard it as an appetizer, drinking one cup after another.

Wait until the bard has finished singing and bow. A soldier shouted:

"Give our bard a stout for our Lord Lannister!"

The city guard raised his glass, and everyone in the tavern responded one after another:

"To Lord Lannister!"

"To the lion-like warrior!"

"To our pride in Sintra!"

All kinds of wine glasses collided, and all kinds of wines were splashed, and the tavern owner smiled happily.

After drinking to one's heart's content, one after another voices of discussion also sounded in the bar.

"Thanks to Earl Lannister, otherwise little Princess Sirilla might not be able to come back."

"Alas, it's just a pity for the covenant with Verdon. Nilfgaard is getting closer and closer, and now we have lost their support..."

It seemed that a soldier was touched, and he slammed his wine glass and jumped onto the table.

"Who is talking nonsense! Her Majesty the Queen has issued an announcement, and Verdon has already harbored evil intentions! Besides, what is Nilfgaard! Our soldiers in Cintra can count as ten!"

Soldiers were jumping, and travelers passing by were negotiating with each other.

"Niflgaard has annexed Ebin, Mecht, and Nasser, so the next one will be Sintra?"

"How could it be? Although Sintra is not a big country, it is far more powerful than ordinary small countries, and the Amer Mountains are separated in the middle. What is Nilfgaard calling for?"

"Look, with Temeria, Redania, Kaedwen, Aedirn and other strong northern kingdoms present, Nilfgaard dare not really invade the northern kingdom."

"Even if Sintra is gone, there are still so many countries in the north. Without Sintra, maybe we can earn more..."

The businessman was showing off his knowledge, when a wine glass slammed over, knocking the talkative businessman dizzy.

When the businessman regained his composure and was about to start cursing, several soldiers had already surrounded him.

"What do you mean, huh?" The soldier grabbed the merchant's collar and put his fist against the opponent's nose viciously, "You mean that our Sintra is not as good as Temeria, Redania, and Kaedwen?" , Aden? What a big country, it’s all a bunch of idiots!”

The soldier punched the businessman in the face, turned his head, blushed and breathed out the smell of alcohol:

"We in Sintra, with Her Majesty the 'Lioness' Queen, Her Majesty King East from Skellige, the invincible Marshal Vesselkid, and the new Lion, Lord Lannister, who can Overcome us? Who can!"

The door of the tavern was flung open, and the knight with the lion's coat of arms stepped through the door.

Behind him is a silver-haired demon hunter with two swords on his back, and then three attendants in different costumes.

People's eyes lit up, and they saw the live Earl Lannister.

Because of Lan Enqing's previous map missions, his reputation among the people has always been good. At this moment, all kinds of drinking buddies stood up and cheered, and raised their glasses to celebrate that the earl had completed a battle that was enough to compile poetry and pass it on.

Only the few soldiers who supported Sintra the most just now showed embarrassing faces. The man in the lead let go of the bruised businessman, and he and a few companions quietly tried to block the businessman's figure.

Lan En took the wine glass handed over by a drinker casually, and clinked glasses with all the hands that reached out to toast, and drank all the way, and when he reached the bar, the wine just bottomed out.

He pointed his hand to the table of citizens who handed him the wine glass, and said to the owner of the tavern, "Give everyone at that table a glass of Vizima Champion."

The boss nodded.

Lan then turned to those city guards with unnatural expressions.

"Lord Earl."

The soldiers greeted Lann one after another.

Lane asked, "What's going on?"

Several city guards squeezed each other's arms, and finally the leader said: "He...they said we can't beat Nilfgaard...and they said that they can earn more money if Cintra is destroyed. money."

The businessman was silent.

Lan narrowed his eyes and said to the owner of the bar, "Give him a glass of wine as an apology."

The two couldn't breathe, and a big glass of dark beer was photographed by the boss in front of the businessman.

The businessman picked up his wine glass nonchalantly, not daring to look directly into Lan's eyes. He moved his mouth to the mouth of the wine glass, wanting to drink but not daring to drink.

Lan En reached out to hold the bottom of the cup and raised it up, saying, "Drink."

The merchant took a sip.

Lane still held the wine glass in his hand.

But his hand was raised higher and higher, and the businessman drank more and more urgently, and soon choked, and had to drink while coughing, and then the wine overflowing with the aroma of wheat sprayed out, covering his clothes. Get the whole thing soaked.

Lane grabbed the bottom of the cup with one hand, and the cup tipped down.

"Finished?"

The businessman nods.

Lane nodded too, turned around and took the empty wine glass around.

"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?"

Everyone in the bar had playful expressions.

The owner of the blacksmith shop who was drinking was the first to shout: "He said that Sintra can't beat the Nilfgaardians, shit! The soldiers beat me one step, otherwise I will kick my new greaves into his ass hard !"

Then came a citizen who came to rest: "Master Earl, I heard him say that it doesn't matter if Sintra is destroyed, and he can make more money in other northern countries!"

The poet in the center of the tavern gently plucked the lute: "The owner of the carriage is afraid of the iron horse of the sun, and speaks rudely in the tavern. He has the pearl of the north in his mouth but has no respect. The iron fist of the soldier has done justice."

"Very good." Lane nodded, "Then the situation is clear."

Lan turned around and slammed the wooden wine glass on the merchant's head.