The Divine Hunter

The witcher climbed to the ceiling again, and the shadow of a gecko slid along the column. Along the long corridor, down two flights of stairs.

He climbed to a blue gate large enough to accommodate a carriage and embroidered with three lions.

Two attendants in loose white robes were guarding one left and one right. The two were staring at the air in front of them, dazed with concentration, completely unaware that there was an uninvited guest above their heads.

A sparrowhawk flew through the window, landed in the corridor, and hopped along the red carpet to the attendant, waving its wings and scratching its head, and tapping the small heads of the two guards.

As if to say, come and touch me.

They were immediately attracted by this scene, smiling at the corners of their mouths, quietly admiring the hard performance of this little guy.

The hook-nosed attendant on the far right suddenly scratched the top of his head and raised his head suspiciously.

A blue triangle charm was reflected in his sight.

He shivered all over, and straightened his body like a puppet.

The handsome young attendant on the left is still watching with interest this arrogant sparrowhawk with long bills and feathers, full of disdain and provocation.

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

As soon as he turned his head, his eyes were at first at a loss, and then he regained clarity.

...

Roy's ear pressed against the wooden door, opening the witcher's senses.

The guards on both sides directly regarded him as air.

...

Center of the hall.

A huge rectangular table seated more than ten guests.

The clothes made of the finest satin, the luxurious leather boots, and the rings and necklaces all over their bodies all showed their rich wealth and noble status.

Ist Tursek, king of Sintra, a dark-faced man with a hooked nose and a thick bearskin cloak, sat on the lofty back throne of the chief, with an expressionless face, The atmosphere is calm.

But from time to time the eyes flashed with fire,

Beneath the calm exterior, there seems to be a volcanic anger bred.

His queen Calanthe sat on the left, trimmed her eyebrows and thin lips, and her straight nose showed a stubborn personality. Her fingers lightly buckled a jade necklace. The smallest piece of jade on the necklace was also the size of a wasp. Her eyes slowly swept across the scene. Guest, with a hint of helplessness and tiredness.

Druid and Archipelago Magical Advisor, Moth Sark of Skellige, sits to the right of the king.

He wears a black hat decorated with three deer antlers, has a broad shoulder and a round waist, a bouquet of white beards hanging down to his chest, and his face is full of razors.

Anxiety and worry flashed in his deep eyes.

He glanced out the window, the sky was still sunny, but a trace of ink-like darkness began to expand.

A storm is coming.

"Dear guests from afar, the Sintra meeting has lasted for two months. You must have had enough of the hot and salty sea breeze and annoying sunshine. Today, it's time for a result."

"Let's make a statement one by one." East tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne with his right hand, "starting with Skellige's ambassador..."

The Druid with a broad shoulder and a round waist stood up, bowed to the crowd, and said loudly,

"Your Majesty, your brother, the ruler of Skellige, King Bran, agreed to the request of the two countries to join forces."

"Once the southern barbarians stationed in the Amer Mountains invade the territory of Sintra, King Bran will send an invincible fleet of Skellige to assist His Majesty in fighting the outsiders together!"

Everyone at the table nodded, but their expressions did not change much.

King East of Sintra and King Bran of the Archipelago are brothers. The people of the Archipelago have always loved and hated each other, and they have a straight temper. It is only reasonable to send troops to support them.

East smiled at the woman beside him, showing his white teeth, and turned his gaze to a bald man with a two-stroke beard and a slightly bloated man under the table.

"Ambassador Crodi, what do you think of Sintra's defensive alliance?"

"Cough cough, I am very terrified to be invited by Your Majesty and the Queen. Especially in the past two months, I deeply feel Your Majesty's kindness, and I cannot repay it. This time, I will do my best to persuade His Majesty Evel to send the Weeden army to assist. Sintra together resist the invaders of Nilfgaard!"

"Lord Crowdy can't give a letter of approval?" Calanthe frowned, and a trace of anger flashed on his charming face, "After two months, is it not enough for your Majesty to think?"

"Is Evel still haunted by what happened last year?"

Calanthe sighed inwardly.

Wieden has been a vassal of Sintra for a long time in the past, under the protection of Sintra, but in recent years, it has been developing and becoming more and more out of control.

But Wieden dared to be sloppy at such a critical juncture because of a major incident last year-Princess Ciri disappeared for no reason on the way to Nastrog and Prince Christine to be engaged.

Although Mossack later brought her back from Brock Leon Forest.

But Ciri and Prince Christine's engagement was also put on hold by Lancer.

The marriage between the two countries ended.

In addition, the whereabouts of a relative of King Verdon, the governor of Fresnet who was in charge of picking up the relatives, is still unknown, and everyone speculates that he was killed by the dryad in the primeval forest.

For these two reasons, Evel, the king of Wieden, wasted no time in rejecting Sintra's call.

"Don't dare! Lord Evel has always been grateful for the respect of the two Majesties. If he hadn't been ill, he would definitely come to see him in person." Ambassador Wieden lowered his head and knelt down on one knee in front of the two Majesties. He spoke in a eloquent voice, and the corners of his eyes sparkled,

"However, Wieden has been unable to protect himself in recent years, with constant civil strife and bandits everywhere..."

"Okay, no need to explain!" East waved his hand to stop Ambassador Crodi's speech, unable to hide his disappointment, the people on the land were not as straightforward as the islanders, "Go back and inform Evel, Sintra and Victoria. Boarding is the beginning and end of a search, if we sink, how will Wieden be spared?"

"I believe he is by no means short-sighted!"

East's gaze turned to his hand... the ambassador Fyodor with a beard that hung down from his waist and gray temples, who represented Leiria and Queen Mivi of Livia.

"In the past two months, I have been honored and proud to attend this meeting, to see His Majesty Calanthe's face, and to listen to His Majesty East's eloquent teachings... But my decision has not changed from beginning to end."

"The territory of Leiria and Livia is too far from Sintra... It is really difficult to travel a long distance. Her Majesty Miwei will not consume so much financial resources because of your blood relationship with the Queen, because of an uncertain threat. material resources."

East leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, his face gloomy, while Calanser smiled at the ambassador, his eyes narrowed.

She is well aware of Mi Wei's temper, and her stubbornness is no less than her own.

Asking for more is useless.

Fyodor's tone changed, "Unless the relationship between the two countries becomes more unbreakable. Prince Wilm has not yet been married. He is about the same age as the noble Princess Sirella, with equal status and matching appearance. It is a match made in heaven."

Ciri's name is like a signal.

The rest of the messengers looked over with bright eyes.

Calanthe's husband, East, is very old.

And Sintra only recognizes male heirs, so the power of the state will fall into the hands of the husband of the little princess Ciri sooner or later.

The reason why many small countries sent people to participate in this meeting is to win the position of husband-in-law of the unmarried little princess.

"If the two His Majesty agree to this marriage, His Majesty Mi Wei will definitely do his best to send troops to support it!" Fyodor bowed and bowed his head.

Istra took his wife's hand and shook his head at her,

"Since the accident last year, Calanthe and I have made a decision to hold a son-in-law meeting when Ciri turns fifteen."

"I won't consider it for now."

The islander king's tone was firm, his iron-cast eyes slowly swept over all the ambassadors present, and more than half of them lowered their heads.

There was a moment of dullness in the conference room.

Afterwards, East asked Soden, Brugg, and other small countries one by one for their views.

The answers were equivocal, neither rejecting nor accepting, which is not to be expected anyway.

Some claim that it is unclear whether the South invaded.

If Nilfgaard wants to advance north, its army must first pass through the Manada Valley to the southeast of Sintra. If Sintra repels the invaders in the valley, it does not need any alliance.

If they lose to their king, send troops!

Calanthe couldn't help sneering in his heart. There is no doubt that when Sintra was defeated, they would only distance themselves from it and let it perish.

However, no matter how bitterly the two rulers of Sintra lay at stake.

Everyone here is a foolish rhetoric.

Calanthe even dared to conclude that they would never really convince the king when they returned. I couldn't help but feel bitter about it, and cursed in my heart,

"A group of white-eyed wolves! I have no shame, I have enjoyed Sintra's warm hospitality for two months, and I have received a lot of benefits, without any effort!"

East's eyes turned to the last person on the long table, the Archduke Raymond of Toussaint, a handsome man with black hair, a tall and straight body, and a graceful demeanor.

The only ruler who came to the meeting in person.

"Your Majesty, please forgive my powerlessness... Toussaint originally belonged to Nilfgaard. Although it is only a nominal relationship, it is impossible for us to oppose our suzerainty in an upright manner."

"Besides, my wife Henrietta is still related to the current emperor..."

"Raymond, I don't remember that you said that a week ago..." Easter stroked the beard of Bazaar's hand, and his face was full of anger, "You kept claiming that Nilfgaarde had invaded Sintra. , you immediately turn your back on this robber-like country! There will never be any help to them!"

"I can't control this..." Raymond refused calmly. "Half of Toussaint is managed by my wife Henrietta. I need to go back and discuss with her before I can give you an answer."

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"It's just an excuse." Calanthe's voice became colder, she was full of anger, and finally couldn't stand this group of capricious politicians.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Since Your Excellency Raymond respects your wife so much, why couldn't you find five mistresses in just two months in Sintra?"

"Your Majesty the Queen!" Raymond's handsome and fair cheeks flashed a tinge of red with embarrassment, and raised his voice to retort, "How can you insult my loyalty to my wife!?"

"Do you need to help you find those five mistresses and let you take them back to Toussaint and enjoy the blessings of the Qi people?"

Raymond's whole face turned into a pig's liver, and he looked around in embarrassment, and the eyes around him seemed to be ridiculed, as if he had exposed his scandal - a man who was unfaithful and cheated while eating his wife's soft food. Flower heart little white face!

"I, Raymond of Toussaint, make a request with my honor and position," he shouted, rising suddenly, with a frenzy of rage flashing in his brown eyes, "I want a fair and just meeting with your husband. duel!"

A commotion broke out among the guests, some staring at Raymond and shaking their heads in disdain, some sighing, and some excitedly whispering and beating the table.

In the Royal Palace of Sintra, a famous foreign grand duke proposed a duel to its king.

Is this Raymond mad?

A face full of schadenfreude.

They started guessing how many more days the guy had to live.

"I heard that right?" East stood up, the burly body under the cloak was a bear standing up from a man, more than two meters tall, and the rock-like muscles almost made the clothes bulge high.

He looked down condescendingly, his fierce eyes like a beast that devoured people.

And the handsome Archduke Raymond looked like a weak chicken in front of him.

"Your Excellency Raymond, want to duel with me?"

"Please listen to my explanation, I will send my strongest knights to duel with your knights!" Raymond said with a stubborn neck, "If you lose, then His Majesty Calanthe apologizes to me!"

"All distinguished ambassadors, be a witness for us." He looked around and said loudly, "Let a wonderful battle bring the meeting to an end. With so many eyes, no one can deny it!"

"Then what if you lose?" Calanthe said lazily, a cold light flashing from her emerald green eyes.

"I apologize to His Majesty immediately, and then go back to Toussaint, never to go back to Sintra!" Raymond swallowed, "and, on my honor, I will convince Anna Henriye. Tower, Toussaint will refuse to serve the atrocities of Nilfgaard!"

East glanced at Calanthe, who nodded at him.

"Skelliger's man never refuses any fair challenge, so it's a deal!"

Raymond's body trembled, but he breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty, I have to remind you that the knight who participated in the battle on my behalf is the champion of three consecutive Beauclair Knight Tournaments!"

"Please make sure to choose the strongest warrior under your command."

...

The witcher who was eavesdropping outside the gate moved, and slipped out of the castle like a gust of wind.