Chapter 440 439. Name
【Hunter Lord】.
This name seems to have a special effect.
Originally, the arrival of the queen had already made these soldiers stand up straight, but when the name came out of the queen's mouth, the soldiers standing closest to the witcher suddenly In an instant, he took a small step forward.
Their movements were surprisingly consistent, so much so that the movements that should have only made small movements on the armor actually seemed a bit jarring when superimposed.
The face of the leading soldier turned extremely ugly in an instant, and the faces of the soldiers themselves also looked mixed with embarrassment and fear.
I just don’t know if this fear comes from that name, or from the fact that I lost my manners in front of the queen.
Haxoul's head that was lowered deeply tilted slightly, and he looked at what was happening behind him with his peripheral vision.
But even if you just look at him out of the corner of your eye, you can feel the disbelief in his expression.
Among the demon hunters I commissioned is the rumored "Lord Hunter"?
Haxo's eyes wandered, searching for the brilliant silver hair in that impression.
Only him!
Hair as brilliant as molten silver, handsome face
When Haxor found it in the crowd, he happened to meet Lan En's cat eyes.
There was no malice in those amber cat eyes, but they still made him turn his head as if running away immediately.
That's him!
Who else could it be but him? !
Haxo shouted in his heart.
He didn't recognize Lan En, mainly because he didn't expect, or dare not think, that the person who was once rumored would appear in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. [Hunter Lord]'s appearance is different from the portrait that was passed to me. I didn't recognize it."
At this point, he could only make a feeble defense for himself.
The queen of Sintra, who is also the actual ruler of Sintra, wears emerald jewelry that matches her green dress and eye color, and a slender gold crown surrounding her light gray Long hair.
The long hair convinced Lan En that the little guy he met in the Broklon Forest did have the same bloodline as the queen in front of him.
[The Lioness of Sintra] is rumored to have a beautiful figure, but now she has gained some weight. Her beauty was compromised because of this, but she could still see the grace and grace of her youth.
At this time, with an interesting smile on her face, she stopped in front of Lan En and looked at him carefully.
After hearing Haxo's defense, her smile did not diminish at all and she spoke without looking back.
"Ah, that portrait that came from Temeria, I think of it. I can't blame you, Haxor. A poor painter can't depict even three-dimensional details of this face. "Everything is beautiful."
Calanthe's hand gently raised, wanting to touch Lan En's cheek.
But the witcher's smile did not change, he just raised his head slightly and let his slightly fat hand fall.
“Ah, there is also this painting that seems to despise the nobility from beginning to end, but hides the arrogance under the smile. This cannot be painted by a third-rate painter.”
Calanthe wasn't angry, to be precise, she didn't seem to care.
This is completely different from those wanton and dissolute female nobles.
But the other party was able to continue to approach Lan En without caring when the heavily armed soldiers subconsciously stayed away. The name of this woman [Cintra Lioness] does not look like the name of the nobles. To the steps, blown out.
Lan En realized this accurately.
“You said there is a portrait of me here? But I don’t remember meeting any painter.”
This was the first time Lan En spoke after entering the palace of Cintra.
"Yes." Calanthe admitted lightly. "For a warrior like you, it's unreasonable not to pay attention to him. Besides, that disgusting Stetha, in terms of blood, is he still mine? Or mine, Haxor?"
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The palace steward stood up and began to tell the names of dishes as if he was familiar with it: "The great-great-grandfather of Count Stesa had the same dish as your great-grandfather's cousin brother."
And Karan Se just listened to the beginning and waved his hand, indicating that Haxo could stop.
And her eyes never moved away from Lan En's body.
"You also heard it. That maggot is still related to me by blood, so it is natural to pay attention to your information."
"It is also because you have not met the painter, So those people can't even meet the requirements of painting like this. "And to be honest, what you did is really in line with the temper of the people of Cintra, Mr. [Hunter Lord]." >
“Just call me Lan En, Your Majesty.”
"Then, can you come with me and have a chat, Lan En?"
Without waiting for Lan En's response, Calanthe turned and walked towards the bench swing under the big tree.
“As for the other two, Haxo, entertain them well.”
“As you command, Your Majesty.”
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"If Visekid knew that there was a [Hunter Lord] among the three of you, he would not send just twenty people to bring you here. He would not allow this meeting to happen at all. He would try his best to stop me."
"You are a great hero in Cintra's reputation, but please understand that preferences and politics are often incompatible."
Cintra's queen strode towards the swing Walk away like a bold man.
Lan En followed half a step behind Calanthe, speaking calmly.
"Of course, I understand that politics must be cautious. This marshal seems to understand the combat effectiveness of witchers, at least witchers other than myself. This is rare."
"Haha! That's because he has seen how many soldiers a demon hunter without armor and only holding a sword can deal with. Geralt of Rivia, he made a big fuss at my banquet ten years ago, then It was also the guard assigned by Visekid. Since that time, he has never seen any witcher alone. If the witcher had white hair, he would double the number of guards."
Calanthe turned around and sat on the bench swing, kicking his feet from time to time to keep the swing rocking.
Originally there were several young women accompanying her here. One of them was sitting on the grass next to the swing. Her dress was spread among the green grass, turning into a wisp of white among the green bushes, like a snowflake. The other two were a little further away, picking strawberries and arguing about something.
But after she brought the witcher over, the queen waved her hand, and the girls jumped down.
“Okay, after all the gossip, let’s start being more formal by greeting each other: Nice to meet you.”
"I am equally pleased, Your Majesty."
"Very well, after greetings it is time to get straight to the point. I want you to talk about what you heard from the mausoleum during this trouble."
>Calantha swayed on the swing, facing the setting sun.
Lan En stood next to the swing, facing the same direction.
They didn't look at each other during the conversation, which would usually be considered rude, but neither of them seemed to care.
Lan En truthfully told the truth about the resentment that Rogna, who had become a demon spirit in the mausoleum, once expressed.
Calanthe didn't seem surprised at all, not even a little shaken.
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