From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Lan thought for a while: "I want to send some supplies to Brokiron."

Before he returned to Sintra, he planned to strengthen the construction of Brokilon Town, and now may be a good opportunity.

But East shook his head and said regretfully: "This may have to be resolved by you yourself. We are currently at war. Craftsmen and materials are all front-line priority."

Lane thought about it again: "How about letting me go to the front line? I have been in the city defense army for a long time, and it's time to go to the battlefield. And I can control my own spoils, right?"

Lan needs more channels to gain experience, and now he has surpassed mortal strength enough to protect himself on the battlefield. Moreover, it is more flexible to lead troops to act outside, and it is convenient for him to respond if there are major changes.

Calanthe slapped the table: "You are the last Lannister, you can't go to the battlefield. And you have no descendants, I will arrange some receptions for you in a while, just wait!"

Lane's mouth twitched.

In the end, he could only say: "Then there are always some alchemy materials or spell-casting materials in the king's treasury, right? Auntie, you never use these when you go to the battlefield. It's not considered combat supplies. How about I take some away?"

There is nothing wrong with it. Cintra advocates force, and neglects the use of magic and the recruitment of warlocks. The national treasury's collection of alchemy and magic materials is only to enrich the diversity of the royal family's collection, and basically no one will use it.

If it weren't for Mossack to hold up the cards, Sintra could be said to be insulated from magic.

"Of course there is no problem, Lann." East said, "Don't think too much, we will compensate you after we drive Nilfgaard away."

And Calanthe frowned after hearing Lan's request, but she didn't stop East from promising Lan, but said afterwards:

"I've heard Mossak mention that you seem to be obsessed with magic. I don't object to your hobbies, but Lane, you must know that you are a knight, and even more so, an earl, and you have a more important mission..."

Lane nodded mechanically using his muscle memory. The purpose of the Queen and his wife coming to him today is basically completed here.

But he was looking at Skellige's former king now, and an idea popped into his mind.

It seems that in the original book, the direct reason for the defeat of Sintra and the destruction of the country was a big defeat in a valley that Rann had forgotten.

In this battle, because the Skellige reinforcements that were supposed to be there as reinforcements were not there due to the influence of sea storms or other extreme weather, the Sintra army was isolated and helpless. This battle not only burned the last elite of Sintra, but also caused King Easter to be shot to death by the arrow.

What if Skellige's reinforcements could have arrived earlier? Would things be different?

Lann suddenly said, "Uncle, I would like to ask you some questions about our war with Nilfgaard: Will Skerlet provide support for our confrontation with Nilfgaard?"

Thinking of asking for help to boost other people's morale just after the war started? When Calanthe heard this, the proud lioness of Cintra was about to get angry, and Easter put his hand on her shoulder lightly.

"Lan, it's good that you can think of this. It took me a lot of effort to persuade your aunt to let me go back to my hometown to discuss support." East laughed, "It seems that you also have good military talents. It's a pity that this rare training opportunity didn't let you go to the battlefield."

"It's just that our situation has not yet reached the point where we must provide support. In theory, we will not reach that point, and you don't have to worry too much. But when the situation is critical, Skellett will never hesitate to lend a helping hand Hand, I am here after all, don't worry."

Lan shook his head and said, "I was just thinking that Skellige is our closest and most powerful ally, the first and last friend we consider—"

When he said this, Lan smiled at King East.

"But this support army came from the sea. I have never been to the sea, but I have heard a lot about the unpredictable nature of the sea from the sailors. I wonder if it will be too late if I ask for help at a critical moment?"

"Is it possible that we let Skellige's army leave early? If we are in a crisis when they arrive, it will be a timely help; if we are in good form at that time, we can take this opportunity to counterattack Nilfgaard. Our two countries have expanded our borders."

Calanthe couldn't listen anymore, the lioness was about to roar, but her husband's hand on her shoulder was slightly exerted.

The Queen turned to look at him, displeasure.

East didn't seem to notice, he pondered for a while, and said to Lann: "Lann, the matter involving the mobilization of the army is more complicated. The gathering of multiple families in Skellett, the repacking of the troops, and the subsequent transport of luggage are all related to each other. Contact, but also cost a lot. If a large force is recruited in advance, it may be better for Cintra to fight against Nilfgaard alone.

I know what you're worried about, and you can rest assured that the sailors of Skellett are all veterans who have fought in the big waves for dozens of generations, and nothing will happen. "

Lan En still didn't give up: "At least, we can divide the army into several groups, so as to avoid being completely blocked by an accident."

Calanthe finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up and scolded: "Do you know that it will increase a lot of unnecessary losses? A small group of soldiers can easily be swallowed by a large number of enemies who are ready to go!"

On the other hand, East didn't speak. After listening to Lan's words, he fell into deep thought.

Lane said: "But isn't small-scale combat the Skellett's best way of fighting? And on the sea, who else has a large-scale navy besides Skellett?"

Ran was eventually driven out by the lioness roaring.

Queen Calanthe drove all the attendants out with a cold face, drinking glass after glass of wine.

Seeing his lover's appearance like this, Esther chuckled and stopped thinking, and gently stepped forward to embrace his wife, who is famous for her beauty in the northern countries.

"You dote on him too much, my love. Lane is like that, and so is Ciri."

"But they are all good boys, aren't they? Lane is, and Ciri is too. Why do you always disagree with the two of them? If I remember correctly, there are five or six generations between Lane's blood and Ciri's. Ethics have long been out of the question. It’s just that they have deep feelings, why don’t you agree?”

Feeling the king burying his nose in his hair, Calanthe caressed his lover's cheek and sighed, "Because I'm afraid."

"Oh? My lioness has something to fear too?"