Chapter 552 553. News of the War
When Lann came to the land from Black Tern Island on Lake Vizima, he received more attention than before.
After putting on the armor, he is 2.6 meters tall, which is really a miracle.
But although this kind of gaze is considered normal in Lan En's heart, there is still a strange feeling permeating the demon hunter's heart.
Is it the atmosphere?
The dark clouds and cold wind in the sky made everything look gloomy, and the villagers of Dark Water walked in a hurry, without their usual laziness or leisureliness.
Their eyes were cautious and sensitive. Even these fishermen who could sit on the pier last time and bargain with Lan En with their arms under their arms now only dared to look at Lan En. Sweep, then quickly bury your head and walk away.
They are panicking.
Lan En smelled fear in the air.
But the panic did not break out. It was not like a bunch of arrogant bandits were entrenched outside the village, ready to rush in and kill everyone at any time, and then tear off the skirts of their wives and daughters while laughing.
This was the capital of Temeria, a suburb of Vizima, so it was unlikely that such a thing would happen.
This kind of fear is more like the feeling of being in an unstable environment, being stuck in a quagmire, unable to escape, or even not knowing where to escape.
Fear is mixed with powerlessness and confusion, as well as a bit of the depression of a broken jar.
Lan En frowned.
This is a familiar feeling.
He once wandered and lived in Velen, and the first time he came to this world was in the mud pit of Temeria.
The people there are filled with this kind of sentiment.
But as the scope of his activities became wider and wider, even extending to other worlds, he gradually forgot about this emotion and atmosphere.
But now, this chest-suffocating atmosphere has once again permeated around him.
It is still a tavern in the village of Dark Water.
Lan En walked in with his head lowered, his body casting a huge shadow in the light of the candle.
This made the villagers in the tavern who were drunk in broad daylight instinctively shrink back and lower their voices even if they were not clear-headed.
“Let’s have a drink, something stronger.”
The bartender raised his head listlessly, and then he was stunned: “Sir?!”
“Yes, it is. Me." Lan En raised the hood covering his silver hair slightly with his fingers. "Can we bring the vodka before we chat?"
Although his figure is already very conspicuous, he can only block a little bit.
The wine bottle was brought up, and the bartender held a small wooden cup with a tiger's mouth ring, and looked at Lan En's obviously oversized hands.
After blinking in confusion, he changed to a large wooden cup that ordinary people use to drink beer, and poured it for Lan En.
This gentleman is not short of money, so when he pours wine, he doesn't have to serve these villagers. A little underfill can cause a scolding.
Holding a wine glass in your hand is a sign that you are in chatting mode in the pub.
"I think the atmosphere seems to be very tense recently. Do you know what's going on?"
Lan first took a sip of rye vodka, which was obviously superior to the ancient Greek brewing technology to allow high alcohol content in his A burst of heat burst out of the esophagus.
He asked casually on the surface, but the cat eyes under the hood were observing every move of everyone around him.
"As you know, I just came back from a long trip. Everyone's mood makes me confused."
The bartender was obviously stunned for a moment, then he picked up the bottle with a wry smile, Add a little more to the cup Lan En just put down.
Service staff should always have a warm reception tone, otherwise it will be difficult to make money from picky drunkards. This bartender had the same impression on Lan En before.
And now, his voice was dry and difficult.
It was like having to put a handful of sand in my mouth.
".The war has begun, sir."
Lan En's hand holding the wine glass paused, barely noticeable. Then he continued drinking as if nothing was wrong.
“Isn’t this something that has been known for a long time? Everyone has been rumoring it for hundreds of years.”
“Yes, it is rumored, but no one knows that southerners have such, such Awesome!"
"How awesome were they?"
"The Battle of Manada"
The bartender said almost reflexively, it seemed like he had heard this news many times.
"It's that area south of Cintra, you know, right? The Cintra people brought all their young men who can fight there, and those are Cintra people! With the pirates from the Skellige Islands I don’t know who is more ferocious than the Cintra people!”
“The battle was over in one day! The Nilfgaardians wiped out all the Cintra people! , if I tell half a lie, let the plague take me away!”
Cintra’s main force was completely wiped out.
When the news reached Lan En's ears, a series of pictures flashed through his mind.
The lively little girl with mouse-gray hair in the forest, the noble but helpless and miserable queen sitting on the swing at sunset, and the milk-white-haired demon hunter who is inseparable from their fate.< br>
The hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air. The bartender looked at this scene with confusion and tentatively called out: "Sir?"
So Lan En sighed, raised his head and drank. After drinking a glass full of rye vodka, I slapped ten golden Oren coins on the table.
"Thank you for the news. This is money for drinks and taking care of the horses."
With that said, the witcher stood up and turned around to walk out of the tavern.
The bartender wiped his hand on the shiny black rag on his shoulder, then brought the Oren coins on the table to him and dropped them into the open drawer.
The moment the witcher was about to walk out of the tavern, the bartender opened his mouth and called out to him.
"Sir!"
Amidst the mournful sound of the wooden door creaking, Lan En just opened a crack. He stood holding the door, turning his head back in confusion.
“Do you have anything else?”
The bartender took a few deep breaths, then nervously grasped the rag in his palms and stammered.
"My, my name is Gatiss, sir!"
Lan En was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he didn't seem to know about this bartender who had served him many times. name.
"Hello, Gatis."
Out of courtesy, Lan greeted him.
"But why."
Why do you need to introduce yourself at this time?
“I can’t tell clearly, sir.”
After telling Lan his name, Gatiss seemed to be relieved. He became relaxed and at ease. He wiped his wine glass.
Same as usual.
"I just feel that the world is going to be in chaos."
He said calmly, almost numb.
"You are a big shot that I rarely get in touch with, sir. Maybe. Maybe I just want others to know my name before I die."
Lan En was startled at first. For a moment, then he pursed his lips under the hood.
“Perhaps you can introduce it to everyone who comes to your pub for a drink in the future.”
"Ha, that's a good suggestion. I'll listen to you. Thank you for your advice, sir."
"Just call me Lan, Gatis. Live a good life."
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