Chapter 576 577. Hacksaw
The young man’s voice was capable and concise, which reminded people of military style in the first impression.
As the ones who brought back these horses, Geralt and Lan headed over there.
Sure enough, Lan En saw a Cintra knight at first sight.
He was wearing full-body plate armor that should have been bright and bright, but was now very dark.
There is no doubt that this plate armor has experienced the baptism from 'decoration' to 'war tool'.
The small coat of arms of the Lion of Sintra hangs on the left chest of the plate armor, which is the only bright spot on the armor.
A young man with mostly brown hair and a small amount of blond hair was wearing this armor and standing in front of the group of horses, stopping the butcher in the refugee group from working.
It can be vaguely seen from the facial features that this person is indeed related to the Cintra royal family manager whom Lan En has met before.
"This is Stuart Lynn, the son of Haxo Lynn. At the age of eighteen this year, he has become a knight of Calanthe, it is said."
Dandelion whispered with his head next to Lann's arm, as tall as he could get.
"It's just said that such a young and talented man has nothing to do with his father's convenience in using his position in the court."
The poet had a teasing look on his face. laugh.
He had a good impression of Hucksall and his son, and in this era, it was normal for a son to rise to the top in a fair and just way with his father's power.
But poets are born with a fondness for satire, and this is probably a problem they will never change in their lifetime.
Lan En glanced down at him: "Aren't you afraid that this guy will cause you some trouble?"
The poet smiled nonchalantly: "He has no time to care about the gossip flying around him now. He only wants to rush out of Cintra, you will know if you come into contact with him."
Geralt was the one who handed the horses to the butcher. He stood up naturally at this time, frowning. Confront Stewart.
“Can’t you see how many people here are about to die because there is no food in their bodies to generate heat, Lord Knight?”
Ciri followed Geralt, but Blue En discovered that this knight of Cintra, who was personally canonized by Ciri's grandmother, only glanced at the little girl's face at first and stopped looking at it again.
It seemed like she was just an ordinary little refugee girl.
“Dear Witcher.”
As if he didn’t hear Geralt’s sarcasm about his identity at all, the young man with black and gold hair responded to Geralt without any change in his expression. Lot.
Calm and non-negotiable.
“We must prioritize improving the combat effectiveness of our soldiers, and these war horses are the most effective resource. This is a more efficient and long-term approach than letting refugees who cannot fight be eaten.”
"Yes. Distribute the war horses to the soldiers, and then let many people here starve to death and die of cold. But it doesn't matter. After all, in the long run, these things are always inevitable, right?"
When Geralt says something like this with his dead face, few people can help but get angry, which is one of his talents.
But Stewart still did not waver at all.
"Then if these horses are distributed to the refugees, there will be good results? The meat they eat tonight will give them calories, allowing them to spend the night relatively comfortably, but what happens next?"
This knight, who was younger than Lan En, did not move, but his tone had already suppressed Geralt.
"Then we met a small band of Nilfgaardian troops, scouts. And then, better results: we were victorious again with the same luck as before. So without these cavalry, we should have been able to take care of the people Who will die?"
"And what if the result is not good?"
"We used all our strength, my few cavalry, soldiers, A few demon hunters. You know how many people we can deal with. A small Nilfgaardian force of two hundred people can kill us all! By then, the Nilfgaardians will not care whether they are refugees or remnants. One by one, no one will survive.”
The argument between the demon hunter and the knight attracted the attention of some people in the refugee group.
Some of them looked at Geralt expectantly, as well as the horses that exhaled hot white breath from their nostrils.
Others, after struggling for a while, chose to turn their heads and no longer look at these tempting 'flesh'.
The eyes have power, and the eyes of many people have more weight.
Making a choice under so many eyes requires not only logical judgment, but also a big heart. Geralt, who was cold on the outside and sensitive on the inside, undoubtedly felt uncomfortable now.
Until a broad palm covered his entire shoulder.
It's Lan En.
The tall figure behind him looked down at Geralt, with persuasive eyes: "That's it."
Based on Lan En's understanding of Geralt, he is not actually a person who knows how to do it. The person who comes forward at this time.
It was just because of the wariness in his heart towards Harksall and his son that he acted abnormally.
As a demon hunter who has been on the mainland for decades, Geralt has seen many wars.
Therefore, he should know that in chaotic situations, it is absolutely correct to give priority to those with fighting ability.
This is cruel, but very realistic.
Even if the refugees in the refugee group continue to starve to death, the soldiers and horses must be fed.
Because if the soldiers failed when facing the Nilfgaardians, then the refugees would not even have the chance to starve to death slowly and wait for a turnaround, and would only be executed within a day.
The small uproar that briefly rose is slowly dying down.
At the end of the commotion, Haxo Linn, an acquaintance of the witchers, the leader of the refugee group, and the former steward of the Cintra royal family, also walked out from behind Stewart.
There was no difference between him and Lan En when they first met.
The sideburns and beard are so delicate that even the nose hair is trimmed cleanly. Although the clothes on his body are shabby and stained, they have still been tidied up with great effort.
The rigorous and self-respecting posture is as if he is still the steward of the palace.
Except one thing.
In his hand he held a heavy steel scepter.
Lan En has seen this thing before, in the mayor's office of Sintra. It represents the power granted by the royal family to the mayor to manage the city.
"What's wrong, everyone? The atmosphere seems a bit tense?"
Haxor walked between Geralt and Stewart with a smile and greeted both sides.
"It's nothing, father." Stewart replied calmly, "I had some differences with the witcher just now, but we have settled it now."
"Really? That's great! The current situation is difficult, and we, a group of refugees who are struggling to survive, can't start a fire in our nest again."
Haxo smiled like a peacemaker.
His eyes turned around, then suddenly lit up.
“Ah! This is not it”
Haxo’s passionate call was interrupted by Gede who took a step forward.
Gede made a gesture of introduction: "This is Bordon, my companion of the school. Hearing the news, come and help me."
Haxo's smile froze at first, but then returned to normal .
"In this critical moment, Cintra would be extremely grateful to anyone who could help."
As if he had never seen Lan En before, he went up with enthusiasm. He raised his head and shook hands.
Lan En seemed to have gotten to know this acquaintance again.
After looking up and down for a while, he shook Haxo's outstretched hand.
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(End of this chapter)