Calanthe said: "There are no warlocks in Cintra, you know."

East nodded and put his hands around his lover's waist: "Mossack is a druid, I know that."

Calanthe approached the opponent's chest a little tiredly and said: "My family has suffered a lot because of magic. My mother is like this, and so is my daughter Pavetta. I was the only one who escaped by chance because I chose the sword. That's The magic carried by my bloodline is not power to me, it is a curse.

You don't want to have children with me because you feel that the ancient blood of the Cintra royal family is incompatible with the fiery nature of the Skellige people. The same reason why I don't want Lann and Ciri to be together.

I have read many books left by my mother, and I am worried that the combination of Ciri and Lan will strengthen the power of this magic again, which will bring more misfortunes. I don’t want that power to increase, I don’t even want it. I hope it continues, I just hope it disappears!"

Calanthe would become weak when talking about his daughter who died young. East hugged his lover tightly and sighed in his heart.

"My love?"

"I am here."

"What Lan said actually makes sense. Write to your brother. A small navy is safer, and any excess losses will be borne by Cintra. I can no longer lose any of my relatives."

Geralt reached out to take it, the two of them clinked their glasses together and took a long drink.

The three of them nodded in agreement, pulled Yingying Yanyan beside them and walked out, and easily freed Geralt who was pressed on the ground.

Geralt was silent, drank a glass of wine, then drank another glass, finally raised his head and emptied the bottle, and then grabbed Lan's wine.

"If you find it, you'll find it. Don't you, Lord Earl, also like this?"

Outside the palace.

Lan looked at Geralt who was being pushed to the floor again and sneered, and said to the three attendants: "You go out and find another room. I have something to tell Geralt."

"When do you want to start learning swordsmanship and monster knowledge? Finish it early so that I can leave here early."

"Mr. Geralt, what do you think of this place?"

The wolf sect demon hunter who once claimed to have no emotions was now lying on his back on the floor, squinting his eyes and smacking his mouth, as if thinking about it.

"I guess she told you to keep Ciri away from me?"

Lan shook his head: "I didn't believe in fate before, until a year ago. After seeing some things, I felt that even if I don't believe it, I still have to remain in awe."

Bai Lang sighed: "You came at the wrong time."

But it does seem like something she can do.

"Did you tell Calanthe about me?"

"Wait." Lan tilted his head and motioned to the money bag on the table, "Take that with you too."

"Although, I don't think a set of armor can keep you in Cintra." Lann looked at Geralt's eyes, the green pupils facing the amber cat eyes, "But it can't attract you to Cintra either. , right?”

"The queen already knew you were coming."

The three attendants said happily: "Yes!"

The white wolf who was pressed to the ground picked up the person on top of him and put him down gently. He picked up a small mirror on the table amidst the laughter of the other person and looked at the "rose mark" on his neck.

"Even if I finish here early, your armor will not be completed so quickly. I asked the palace craftsman that your armor is not light armor, but it is not heavy armor either. The most suitable design is medium armor, but this is the most suitable design. Difficult. The process is more complicated than ordinary armor, and it takes a lot of time."

"However." House suddenly said worriedly, "I don't know when the Earl will come back from the palace. If Ace can find us, the Earl will definitely be able to find us."

"How about we spend all the money quickly now?"

Geralt picked up the wine glass, but found that there was no wine; he looked for the wine bottle, but found that it had been thrown aside long ago.

"Sorry, Geralt."

Lan En looked at the horizon in the distance. The sun was setting and dusk had arrived.

Geralt nodded, sat up, and said with a mocking look on his face

"I went to the tavern, and the boss told me that the earl gave you a big bag of money." Ace drank the wine bottle and wiped his mouth with unfulfilled interest. "Where else can you go if you have money?"

?”

The three attendants shouted in their hearts: Sure enough, we found it!

"It has nothing to do with you. And those eight people need to apologize even more."

"It's not good..."

"I just came out of the palace."

The three attendants quickly stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty the Earl!"

Lann was stunned, he didn't expect Calanthe to have done such a thing before.

"The Queen always wants me to stay away from her granddaughter. Guarding me is like guarding against a wolf." Geralt sighed, "But the Druid always advises me to take away the unexpected son. He believes that resisting fate will bring disaster to fate. In the end,

Destroy the kingdom."

Geralt took a sip of wine.

"Of course, my love."

The witcher whispered: "Fuck your fate."

After receiving House's reminder, Ace and Swade woke up from a dream, and then their faces became solemn.

Lan sat down next to Geralt and wanted to pour himself a bottle of wine, but found that it was an empty bottle and threw it away unluckily.

Ace, Swade, and House looked at each other, the corners of their mouths gradually rising.

"You didn't come to Sintra for some so-called reward. No amount of money can affect your thoughts. You want to come back, but you are holding your right foot back with your left foot. You have to wait until others give you a suitable reason.

No. You are not resisting fate, nor are you resisting your destiny's son, Geralt. What you are resisting is yourself."

Swader and House looked at each other and asked their comrade who was holding a whole wine bottle in front of him to quench his thirst.

“I regret not visiting Sintra more often in the past few years.”

A young man with a lion embroidered with gold thread on his chest walked in, his slender and strong body wrapped in silk robes like a sculpture. Behind him followed several girls at a distance, their eyes shining.

Lan nodded.

"How did you find us?"

Where have all my attendants gone?

…………

Their eyes gradually shifted and looked at the cloth bag embroidered with vines and leaves on the table.

The three attendants smiled with satisfaction. They felt that they had completed the count's task perfectly.

"Have you forgotten? Last time, because of the 'Rose Seal' incident, His Excellency the Count got very angry and said he would never pay us again."

Before they finished speaking, the door to their private room suddenly opened, and the noisy singing, whistles, cheers, and moans from outside poured in.

Geralt was silent for a while and said, "What do you want to say? Lann?"

Lan opened the door and shouted to the waiter, who brought in two bottles of Everose wine.

Geralt threw the empty wine glass aside: "Your queen is the opposite of you. In order to resist fate, she once sent eight people to kill me."

"You'll pay, right?"

"Not if you are drunk. I have something to talk to you about."

Geralt shook his head and said: "Now is not the time, Lan. This is not the time."

"Okay, I'm just saying this in the hope that you can protect Ciri in the future." Lann sighed, "Then let's talk about another commission."
Chapter completed!