Chapter 440 439. Na
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This na seems to have a special effect.
Originally, the arrival of the queen had already caused these soldiers to stand up straight, but when the na ca out of the queen's mouth, the soldiers who were standing closest to the demon hunter moved slightly away in an instant. One step forward.
Their movents were surprisingly consistent, so that the movents that should have only made small movents on the armor actually seed a bit jarring when superimposed.
The face of the leading soldier suddenly beca extrely ugly, and the faces of the soldiers themselves were also a mixture of embarrassnt and fear.
I just dont know whether this fear cos from that na, or from the fact that I lost my manners in front of the queen.
Haktholls head that was lowered deeply tilted slightly, and he used his peripheral vision to look at what was happening behind him.
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 witchers I commissioned is the rumored "Hunter Lord"?
Hacksaw's eyes wandered, looking for the brilliant silver hair in that impression.
Only him!
Hair as brilliant as molten silver, handso face
And when Haxor found it in the crowd, he happened to et Lan En's peephole.
There was no malice in those amber cat eyes, but it still made him turn his head as if running away imdiately.
it's him!
Who else could it be but him? !
Hakthoe shouted in his heart.
He did not recognize Lan En, mainly because he did not expect, or dare not think, that the person who had been rumored would appear in front of him.
Im sorry, Your Majesty. [Hunter Lord]s appearance is different from the portrait that was sent to . I didnt recognize it.
At this point, he can only make a feeble defense for himself.
The queen of Sintra and the actual ruler of Sintra wears erald jewelry that matches her green dress and eye color, and a slender gold crown surrounds her long light gray hair.
That long hair convinced Lan En that the little guy he t in the Broklon Forest did indeed have the sa bloodline as the queen in front of him.
Cintra Lioness is rumored to have a beautiful figure, but now she has gained so weight. Her beauty was compromised because of this, but she could still see her graceful charm when she was young.
At this ti, with an interested smile on her face, she stopped in front of Lan En and looked at him carefully.
After hearing Haxos defense, her smile did not diminish at all and she spoke without looking back.
Ah, that portrait that ca from Teria, I think of it, and I cant bla you, Haxor. A bad painter wouldnt be able to depict even one-third of the beauty of that face.
Calanthe's hand gently raised, wanting to caress 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 be contemptuous of the nobility from beginning to end, but hides the arrogance under the smile. This cannot be painted by a third-rate painter.
Calanthe was not angry. To be precise, she seed unconcerned.
This is completely different from those wanton and dissolute female nobles.
But when the other party's heavily ard soldiers subconsciously stayed away, they could continue to approach Lan En without any care. The na of this woman [Cintra Lioness] didn't look like the na of the nobles giving each other steps and blowing it out. .
Lan realized this accurately.
You said there is a portrait of here? But I dont rember eting any of the painters.
This was the first ti Lann spoke after entering the palace of Cintra.
Yes. Calanthe admitted lightly. For a warrior like you, its unreasonable not to pay attention to him. Besides, that disgusting Stetha, in terms of blood, is he still mine. Or is he mine, Haxor?
The palace steward stood up and began to tell the nas of dishes as if he was familiar with his skills: "The great-great-grandfather of Count Stesa has the sa na as your great-grandfather's cousin brother."
Calanthe just listened to the beginning and waved his hand, indicating that Haxo could stop.
Her eyes did not move away from Lan En's body for a mont.
You heard it too, that maggot is still related to by blood, so its natural to pay attention to your information.
"It's precisely because you haven't t the painter that those people can't even et the requirents of painting like this."
"And to be honest, what you did is really in line with the temper of the people of Cintra, Mr. [Lord Hunter]."
Just call Lan En, Your Majesty.
So, can you co with and have a chat, Lan En?
Calanthe didn't wait for Lan En's response, turned around and walked towards the bench swing under the big tree.
As for the other two, Haxo, entertain them well.
As you command, Your Majesty.
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. No, he would not allow this eting to happen at all. He would try his best to stop .
You are a great hero in Sintras reputation, but please understand that preferences and politics are often incompatible.
The Queen of Sintra strode towards the swing like a heroic man.
Lan, on the other hand, followed Calanthe half a step behind, 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 This ti was also the guard arranged by Visekid. Since that ti, 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 ti to ti to keep the swing rocking.
Originally, there were several young won 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 sothing.
But after she brought the witcher over, the queen waved her hand, and the girls jumped down.
Okay, enough chatter, lets get a little more formal by greeting each other: Nice to et you.
I am equally pleased, Your Majesty.
Very well, after greetings, lets get straight to the point. I want you to talk about what you heard from the tomb during this trouble.
Calanthe was swinging on the swing, facing the setting sun.
Lan stood next to the swing, facing the sa direction.
They didn't look at each other during the conversation, which would normally be considered rude, but neither of them seed to notice.
Lan En truthfully told the truth about the resentnt that Rogna, who had beco a demon spirit in the mausoleum, once expressed.
Calanthe didn't seem surprised at all, not even a little shaken.
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