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"Let me make things clear to him! One time!"

Duny, Uchion of Ihrenwald was tied to a chair at this time. He angrily roared at the black-armored soldiers in the tent: "Call him over! God damn it, call him over!"

I curse him, he will not die well! How dare he attack Cintra?!"

"And where is my Pavetta?! What did you do to her? Answer me!"

Duny's roar spread very far from the tent, echoing throughout the entire camp. But the black-armored soldiers just responded with silence, which only made him angrier. Duny gasped, Black

The hair is hung loosely on the back of the head, showing no aristocratic demeanor.

His eyes were red, and he was obviously very angry: "If anything happens to her, you will all die! Everyone, every one of you, will die!"

"Relax, Emhyr."

A voice came from outside the tent, and a man walked in. He had a bald head and a gray beard. His face looked calm and confident. He stared at Donnie who was tied to the chair with a gloomy look and called his other name.

.

"Emhyr Emrys."

The man shook his head: "I thought you were dead - it seems that the warlock who turned you into a hedgehog was not reliable. The curse was actually lifted."

He slowly walked into Donnie: "It really hurts my heart to see your face that is exactly the same as your father's. If he hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have killed him at all. Do you understand?"

"You are not qualified to mention him."

Donnie gritted his teeth and spat out these words. It was as if what he exhaled between his lips and teeth was not air, but something else, the blood, flesh, and bones of his enemy. He gritted his teeth and his eyes were full of

He put his hatred on that man.

"Torres Vallores... I hope you die badly!" Donnie roared out these words, leaning forward, and the chair creaked as it slid on the floor.

"I don't know how I will die, Emhyr." Torres looked at him calmly. "But I will never die stupidly and worthless like your father, unable to even protect his own children."

His irritating words actually calmed down Doni, and he started talking to Torres with an appearance he had not seen for a long time.

Donnie leaned back arrogantly, raised his chin high, and said in standard Nilfgaardian: "I should still be a noble now, Torres Vallores, you should have no right to deny this."

"indeed."

"I am not only the son of the former Emperor of Nilfgaard, Fergus Emres, but also the consort of Cintra. In a political sense, since you have the ability to capture Pavetta and me from our journey, then

There's no reason why you don't know about this."

"Of course."

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

Donny stared into Torres's black eyes and asked word for word: "If you really launch a war against Cintra, believe me, Torres, you will only lament your stupidity when you die."

"What do I want to do?"

Torres smiled. Thanks to that face, he didn't look very amiable, but looked like a wolf eager to devour others. He waved his hand, and the black-armored soldiers in the camp left one after another.

Torres put his hands behind his back, stared at Donnie's face, and shook his head gently.

"Conquer, that's all." Torres said calmly, with such a calm tone that even shocked Donnie, as if he was completely discussing what to eat tonight.

"You are the son of Fergus Emres, the former emperor of Nilfgaard. This is of no use to me. Emhyr, those former supporters have been exterminated by me one by one in the past twenty years. You

This identity is of no use to me. I only care about your other identity, although I don’t know how you became the consort of Cintra..."

A smile slowly appeared on his face: "But you did give me a reason to attack - Cintra is supporting you behind the scenes, trying to get you to overthrow the current political situation in Nilfgaard, that is, to overthrow me."

Torres pointed at himself, the armor sparkling under the candlelight. The black surface was embellished with gold threads, and a black sun bloomed on his chest.

"Through you, I can have a legitimate reason to attack Cintra. After taking it, we can unite with Ebin, who has been ours for a long time, and then expand to the entire north and even Temeria..."

He clenched his fists.

"In the end, unify the world. Isn't this the dream shared by all Nilfgaardians? The same is true for your father. Although he is an incompetent and stupid emperor, he is different from you. He is at least a Nilfgaard.

German. And you, Emhyr, you only care about traveling around the world with your wife and enjoying the world together?"

"No one will believe your poor excuse."

Donnie seemed not to be affected by his words at all. He replied coldly: "Your excuse is completely untenable, but no one with any brain will be deceived by you. Once you decide to go to war with the entire north, the southerners will

They will never give up. They know the truth behind the scenes. If you go to war against the north, you are actually going to war against the entire world."

"The fleets of Novigrad will attack you, the pirates of the Skellige Islands will come from afar to harass you with their ships, and even the Scoia'tael will turn their firepower and kill the soldiers of Nilfgaard. When they die

, I hope you don’t forget, Torres, it was you who sent them out to die.”

"Of course, there is the most crucial part."

A sneer suddenly appeared on Donnie's face: "You have no idea who is standing behind Cintra."

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"Go and ask Mr. Kratos to come over."

Calanthe, the queen of Cintra, said calmly. Even though she had just received news that the Nilfgaardians were approaching the city. The soldiers lowered their heads and left respectfully.

Calanthe, who is still beautiful, is sitting on her throne. She is only forty-three this year and is still in her prime. Nobles generally get married early, which is one of the reasons why they are always romantic.

She stared at the chandeliers on the ceiling of the hall with electric eyes. The exquisite glass chandeliers have a new look after being redesigned by the designer. Whenever night falls and they are lit, these things will sparkle.

It swayed and flickered little by little under the candlelight.

Beautiful as the stars.

Soon, there was a knock on the door. A man with his upper body exposed, pale skin and red tattoos walked in. He was extremely strong and tall, with a full beard. But Calanthe did not look afraid. She strolled

Coming to the silent Kratos, he raised his head and stared at him.

Calanthe asked softly: "Is Ciri asleep?"

Kratos nodded silently and replied with a hoarse voice: "Not long after I fell asleep, the child has become more noisy since she came back from Kaer Morhen. She has been clamoring for me to teach her how to use an axe.

"

"Have you taught me?"

The old man was silent for a while and nodded slightly.

Calanthe chuckled: "It seems no one can refuse her. Have you heard about those Nilfgaardians?"

Kratos nodded. He was silent, but his expression was anything but calm. On the contrary, that face always gave people the illusion that he was angry, let alone when he was really angry: "I heard

Now, what do you want me to do?"

Calanthe did not speak directly.

She also fell into silence. Above their heads, the glass chandelier swayed slightly, emitting a gorgeous light. It reflected some strange luster on Kratos' bald head and the crown on Calanthe's head.

After a while, she spoke with difficulty: "I hope you don't think of this as me threatening you, Kratos. This has nothing to do with us. I called you here to request you as the Queen of Cintra.

Help me instead of using our feelings as a bargaining chip to blackmail you."

Kratos just listened quietly.

"Although you never gave me any indication, I think you still have some feelings for me, don't you?" Calanthe asked sadly. "I can feel something from your eyes and actions...

.Damn it, give me some response!”

The lioness of Cintra suddenly became furious, and her voice echoed loudly in the hall: "Stop being silent! I have already said this!"

However, Kratos remained silent. His expression was as if he didn't care what Calanthe thought at all. After a while, he nodded, turned and left.

"Where are you going?!"

Although he had just lost his temper, Calanthe still chased him two steps away and put his hand on Kratos's shoulder. This made him stop like an electric shock. After a while, he answered dully:

"I agree to you, but not to the request of Queen Cintra. I am agreeing to the request of my friend Calanthe. Besides, you don't need to ask this question at all."

He kept going: "I have a mission."

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Kratos left the palace, carrying an ax on his back and not wearing any armor. He went straight to the city gate. The soldiers seemed to know him and saluted him respectfully. Kratos just saluted him.

He nodded calmly, and then a ladder was lowered from the city wall, and he climbed to the top in twos and twos.

Looking at the brightly lit Nilfgaardian camp on the other side of the river not far below the city wall, he squinted his eyes. The soldiers stood far away from him. They were always afraid of him.

As for Kratos, he was considering whether to kill only the generals or kill them completely. Out of a thought that he himself was not clear about, Kratos chose the former.

Just when he was about to jump off the city wall, a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Lao Kui, have you regained your second youth?"

Kratos' face twitched and he turned around, squeezing out a few words through his teeth: "I told you, don't call me that."

"Don't be like this, Lao Kui. When we meet again after a long separation, why don't you give me a hug? I didn't intentionally eavesdrop on your conversation with Calanthe."

He Shenyan walked out of the darkness with a smile on his face: "However, I am very surprised. Your unkempt appearance can actually attract the admiration of a queen."

"Shut up."

"It won't kill you if you say a few more words."

"Shut up!"