Chapter 441 440. Take her away
“So in your eyes, what kind of person am I, Lan En?”
Calanthe looked at the slanting sky in the distance The sun spoke lightly as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Your Majesty." The young man carefully paid attention to his words.
“Strictly speaking, I am not from Sintra, and I don’t know what happened in this land. I can’t comment.”
"Ah, that seems to be the case." Calanthe suddenly remembered something.
"In order to give yourself a nice name, you demon hunters often prefix your names with places you have never been to in your life. So even if you are called 'Sint ', but I have never been to Sintra."
This is a convention in the Middle Ages. Adding a place name before the name is often a way for the local lord to introduce himself to the outside world.
Introducing yourself in this format will naturally bring out a noble temperament, which will help the demon hunter, a profession based on the service industry, to attract customers and win trust.
If other witchers were exposed by Calanthe for his little tricks here, they might be embarrassed.
But Lan En didn't feel anything. After all, in the entire process from his debut to becoming famous, the name 'Cintra's' didn't give him any help.
Of course he doesn't care about this, he cares about another point -
"You seem to know us very well, Your Majesty."
Lan En said softly, etiquette Thoughtful and soft-spoken.
“And you have made no secret of your intentions in this regard.”
"That's right." The queen smiled. "The witcher I told you about before, Geralt of Rivia. He took away the ownership of my granddaughter from me in the name of fate. Do you expect me not to investigate your group?"
“And I also know that you protected my granddaughter in Broccolion for a week last winter?”
“Almost.”
“ This is not important, what is important is that when my little Xili returns to the palace, she still misses you."
At the end of this sentence, Calanthe added the word "you" to "you". There is an accent on it.
Lan En raised his eyebrows, feeling that this topic was a bit dangerous.
"Your Majesty, Ciri is still too young. She needs correct guidance."
"Too young?" Calanthe turned around in surprise and looked up at Lan En.
"She is already ten years old. A woman will have her first period at the age of fourteen. If everything goes well at that time, she will be able to give birth to a big fat boy in the second year and become the heir to the throne of a certain royal family. You don't care. Is this too young?”
The young man curled his lips, knowing that he could not educate the queen about physical health.
Because this knowledge not only goes against current common sense, but also hinders the efficiency of the spread of royal power through the bloodline.
“.Personal aesthetic issue, I can’t appreciate little girls without breasts and butts.”
At the end of the sentence, Lan En could only say this.
The queen laughed boldly at this.
“That’s such a pity, such a pity. You don’t know how many young girls in Sintra would hide in bed with their faces flushed, amusing themselves with that picture that doesn’t look like you. Enjoy yourself. But this news is good for those noble ladies.”
The witcher bit his lip and put his finger on his forehead helplessly to calm down.
"Your Majesty, the teasing ends here. You brought me to such a close distance not just to tease me verbally?"
The Queen's heroic laughter gradually became lower, At last there was silence.
Even as the laughter disappeared, she even stopped kicking on the ground from time to time to keep the swing rocking.
The air is so quiet that you can hear the scratching of birds on the trees. "Can you take Ciri with you, Lan?"
For the first time, Lan En heard trembling in the voice of Calanthe.
"Even if you are not her destined guardian, can you take her away?"
This woman with a temper like a lion and a will like steel is hesitant now.
“You want me, an unconnected demon hunter, to take away your granddaughter?”
Lan En's brows furrowed.
"Are you crazy, Calanthe."
"Is it because you are afraid of the law of accidents, or because of the current international situation?"
"Maybe." Queen After a moment of silence, he shook his head, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he started to swing on the swing again. "Both, maybe."
"At that banquet ten years ago, your colleagues told me a truth: There is something stronger and more irreversible than the will of the royal family in this world. Something."
"I led the army to win the Battle of Hauchebuz when I was fifteen years old. The death, injury, and wailing of three thousand people were no more important to me than a field of crops. I thought that being in power meant being in control of everything. Until that banquet."
The queen's voice was ethereal, as if she had fallen into a fog of memory.
But then, the woman broke away from the memory and regained her strong tone.
“The international situation is also an important factor. It is undeniable that Sintra is becoming more and more dangerous. It is also increasingly unsuitable to have an underage princess.”
"The sound of the Nilfgaardians mobilizing troops, supplies and supplies on the other side of the Yaruga River can be heard from the palace in Sintra. Spies and spies are filling our taverns and inns. They disguise themselves as Businessmen and traffickers even temporarily boosted our urban economy, haha, it’s really ridiculous.”
"And what about the many kingdoms in the north?"
Calanthe's tone was full of sarcasm.
“Foltest was busy feasting on Stysa’s corpse, and from time to time he would give his promiscuous daughter some leftovers to satisfy her cruel possessiveness. He could eat I'm so happy and it's all thanks to you, Lann."
"King Vizmir of Redania, he is busy fighting for power in the capital with his mage advisor, Philippa Erhardt. He is exhausted.”
“Henselt of Kaedwen is a veritable ‘boar king’. If you expect him to have a sense of the overall situation, you might as well let him control his lower body!”
"Demavi of Aedirn is a good man, but his sergeants and bureaucrats are only focused on persecuting non-human races. It is much easier for them to have fun with elves and dwarves than to form military formations."
"So yes, Lan."
The queen spread her hands.
“The Nilfgaardians cannot scare me, but I must also admit: the current international situation is not optimistic.”
“But you still have your husband, Sint King of Ra.”
Lan En crossed his arms and showed a political vision that made Calanthe look at him with suspicion.
"Ester Tursek can bring you help from the Skellig Islands. Don't the pirates of the islands claim that at least one islander is against ten?"
" Yes, yes Skellig,”
murmured the queen.
"But that's why I take this mission seriously, Lan. Rumors hurt."
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