From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

"I don't know when Mr. Geralt came to Sintra last time. Sintra has changed a lot in the past few years. I'll take you to places you haven't been to before."

"The last time I came was about ten years ago, when Pavita was still there."

House said in surprise: "Ah...have you ever met Princess Pavita?"

Sward patted House and said, "Don't get too far on the topic. A new place called 'Rose Garden' has emerged in Sintra in recent years. How about we take you there to see?"

Geralt looked at the "knowledgeable" eyes of the two attendants, then at the familiar money bag embroidered with vines and leaves, hesitating to speak.

"Then, let's go!"

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In the Royal Palace of Sintra, Ciri's expression is very stinky.

There was a dull pain in her buttocks, but now she was forcibly pressed on the chair and could not move.

A few days ago, Mossak took Ciri back to Sintra through the portal, and met Queen Calanthe and her husband, King East, who had been waiting for a long time.

Let's review again, what is Queen Calanthe's nickname?

- "Lioness".

This is a rather metaphorical title, not that Queen Calanthe is really like a lioness.

In fact, she is much better than the lioness.

Has anyone seen the scene of the lioness hunting?

Ciri saw it.

I believe that even after many years, the people in the palace will never forget the fear that their ears were dominated by Ciri's screams that day.

After scolding Ciri who escaped from marriage, Calanthe tried to betroth the little princess to the princes of other countries.

It's not just about finding allies against Nilfgaard.

Queen Calanthe, who is more proud than a lioness, would never admit that her country would lose to Nilfgaard; but as a wily politician, she knows the truth of the tricky rabbit.

As a grandmother, she is more inclined to choose to find a way out for her granddaughter.

Therefore, Calanthe ordered the court painter to paint a portrait of Ciri called "Cirilla, Princess of Cintra". I plan to send the finished portraits to other countries.

However, Ciri, who had just been beaten, was not in a beautiful mood; the ass who was beaten was going to sit on the stool for half a day, and her mood was even less beautiful; expression...how should I put it...

Do you know the expression on a ten-year-old girl who is owed five million crowns?

The artist who painted Ciri's portrait saw it and drew it.

After watching the first version of "Cirilla, Princess of Cintra", Queen Calanthe, who has a bold personality, laughed at Ciri loudly for a whole morning.

The people in the palace never saw the painter again.

Now, the second painter looked frowning at Princess Sirilla who seemed to be owed 10 million crowns.

Ninety percent of the content has been completed on the canvas in front of him: the majestic and gorgeous palace as the background, the dignified and elegant dress as the embellishment, and the petite and lovely figure have already been laid out on the paper.

Only the face of the princess was blank.

If you can't draw it, the artist really can't draw it.

Mossak sat aside, watching the excitement with a smile. Since he refused to use magic to heal Ciri's ass, Ciri didn't pay him much attention.

At this moment, a guard at the door sang loudly: "Earl Lannister is here!"

Ciri's eyes lit up immediately.

Lann came in through the door. He was wearing a gorgeous and slim court dress, holding a sword case in his arms that was carefully carved and packaged in the style of a gift box.

Ciri jumped up happily: "Lan!"

The frowning painter was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly became excited.

This is the smile, this is the smile!

Mossak stood up cheerfully, and said to the painter and the servants and nuns in the house: "You have been busy for so long, let's take a rest."

The waiters all bowed their heads and said yes, but the painter bowed his head and kept his hands still.

Lan looked at Ciri's awkward walking posture, and tried not to let himself laugh too much. It is impossible to talk about the butt in this kind of occasion.

"Have you been beaten?"

Ciri pursed her lips.

"Gift." Lann reached out and handed over the sword case.

Ciri wanted to jump for joy.

Opening the sword box, there lay quietly the small rapier that Lann had planned to give to Ciri before. It was recast from the steel sword of the Cat Pie Demon Hunter, and the decorative crystal fragments dotted on it were the crystal that Lann had absorbed the magic power.

No one ever thought a sword would be an appropriate gift for a little lady. But Ciri is obviously not a "lady" in the traditional sense. Facing this rapier, she is fascinated, and joy almost overflows from her eyes.

"I'm going to name it 'Swallow'!"

Ciri hugged it fondly, and Lan watched with a smile.

"Let me tell you, this sword turns out to be a steel sword used by demon hunters to slay demons, and the crystal on it is..."

The story was not thrilling, but it also made Ciri, who was raised in a deep boudoir, glisten in her eyes. She couldn't help jumping up several times, grinning her teeth in pain but didn't dare to cry out for fear of interrupting Lane.

After the story was finished, Ciri pulled out the small sword excitedly, and stretched out her little finger to touch the blade curiously and timidly.

"Okay, okay." Mossak stepped forward and said, "Shirley, you are going to tell grandma that you have received a gift. I will tell Her Majesty the Queen to keep it with you, but you must also promise not to Is it okay to pull it out when no one is around?"

"Yeah!" Shirley held the swallow rapier and didn't let go.

Smiling and stroking Ciri's head, Mossak turned to Lan and said, "Let me take you to meet the queen and king first, they guessed that you would definitely come to see Ciri, and told me to meet you." You go and find them."

Lan nodded, and the two walked out of the room together.

After less leaning.

"It's done, Cyrella, Princess of Cintra!" the painter shouted. "This is my best work!"

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It was not the first time for the two of them to walk in the corridor of the royal family together. Occasionally, one or two generals in a hurry would pass by in front of them, and greeted them in low voices. Lane and Mossack also returned the gift.

"Is the form not too optimistic?" Lane asked tentatively.

Mossack nodded solemnly: "It's been a long time since the Northern Territory has encountered a war of this scale. The four kingdoms despise Nilfgaard and are unwilling to send troops, or they are happy to see Sintra, which looms as a threat to them, in the war. Lost troops and lost generals."

"Fortunately, we still have Skellige's reinforcements."

Lan En's face was serious, time was really running out, the sword of Damocles hovering above his head was already shaking and about to fall.

"Let's not talk about that, anyway, it is impossible for the Queen to let you go to the battlefield." Mossack shook his head with a smile, and said to Lann, "Speaking of which, I have two good news for you."

"First one: I asked my fellow druids in Toussaint. They finally found the remains of Thomas Molu's secret laboratory in the Sansredo River in the Valley of the Nine. At first they wanted to continue exploring, Who knew that a teleportation door suddenly opened, and a large number of water ghosts and drowning ghosts poured out of it, but in the end they had to let it go."