As soon as they arrived at the city gate, the princess guard was greeted respectfully into the carriage by the Podlog soldiers who had been waiting for a long time, while the witcher was left far behind, completely invisible.
This made Ciri quite angry!
"Where am I going!?" Ciri lifted the curtain of the carriage, and her big green eyes glanced at the neat but monotonous road outside the carriage, and asked impatiently.
The little maid immediately folded her hands and begged pitifully,
"Your Highness, you must have been tired from the journey. It's better to go to the arranged place to rest for a day. Tomorrow, the ambassador of Wieden will take you to Nastrog to meet your fiancé."
Nastrogg is to the southwest of Wieden and west of Podlog. It is also one of the military fortresses on the border between Wieden and Sintra, but it also has a special identity - the capital of Wieden.
King Evel and Prince Christine of Verdon settled here.
"No reason!" Ciri's face wrinkled into a ball, "I have to hurry? This princess is really tired and doesn't want to move any more. Let that guy Christine come to see me in person!"
Saying that, Ciri suddenly grabbed the tender flesh of the maid's cheek,
"I have to correct a little of your mistake! That fat man is not my fiancé!"
Ciri pursed her lips, "How could I possibly be engaged to him... Well, this time I'm going to make it clear to Uncle Evel that I don't want to marry that fat fat man."
"Om Lord! You can't make trouble with this secret order of Her Majesty the Queen." The round-faced maid said fumblingly, feeling the gentle massage-like power on her face.
"Damn it! Grandma loves me so much, how could..." Ciri let go of her hand, and in front of the relieved maid, she waved her small fist indignantly, and snorted heavily, "Dare to lie to me, wait a minute. Cintra, I'm going to cut... cut off your head, and those idiots out there!"
Outside the carriage, Krause, who was sitting beside the coachman, listened to his princess' complaints, his face changed, and he couldn't help but lowered his head in shame.
After a while, his expression turned bitter.
What a shame it is to send one's own young princess to be engaged. He could almost imagine that when their engagement was announced to the world, it would be a day of shame for the Sintra royal family.
It is clear that Wieden is Sintra's vassal state, and Princess Cirella's status is so nobler than that obese Wiedon Prince Christine
Today, however, it seems that priority has been reversed, and their group of Sintra warriors had to surrender the princess to gain the support of the Wieden military force.
"Alas..." Krause, a veteran of Sintra, had a faint thought in his mind again.
"Queen Calanthe is getting older, and she no longer has the determination and courage she had in the face of the aggressive southern overlord."
However, the queen just didn't want Sintra to follow in the footsteps of the Nasser kingdom.
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A humble tavern in the town of Podlog.
"A glass of cherry wine..." Wearing a gray cloak, the tall man knocked on the mottled wine table,
"Sorry, guest, are you a foreigner?"
"Um."
"Our tavern doesn't produce cherry wine, why don't we try the local specialty dark beer..."
"Forget it..." Roy shook his head. He never liked bitter beer, let alone the so-called malt aroma. He prefers fruit wine with a slightly sweet taste and a low degree of concentration. Although he has been ridiculed by the three guys from Lesso for a long time, he is still me.
"Then have a glass of cider and a grilled fish."
"Okay! Wait a minute!" The waiter in the tavern saw the man's dark golden eyes that looked like a beast, his heart was cold, and he didn't dare to look closely, but he couldn't help muttering when he turned around.
The unfamiliar man with the cloak looked cold and cold, but he didn't expect that he liked the kind of wine that girls drink.
"It's really blinding this look!"
What the waiter didn't know was that when he lowered his voice, the guy behind him with a perverted hearing listened to him without a word.
"Heh..." Roy smiled and didn't care. Now he almost ignored other people's gossip.
After figuring out Ciri's address, he turned Podlog around. Podlog is naturally not as prosperous as Sintra City, but most of the barges here just use it as a transit station. The ship rushed to other cities without stopping, but there were many military fortresses that were the same, so most of the life in the city was the army soldiers stationed here.
In broad daylight, life in the tavern was thin, and apart from him, there were only a few tired soldiers.
"Remember the batch of raw faces at noon?"
"My memory is still fresh, good guy, a dozen big men with big arms and round waists. Judging from their physique and walking habits, they have obviously received military training."
The two soldiers were close, whispering, and Roy's ears perked up.
"What is the identity of that tall man? What the hell? I never knew that the captain could do that stupid thing. His waist was bent so he could stick to the ground."
"Are you blind? It's not the man, but the girl in the middle!"
After speaking in a suppressed voice, the soldier vigilantly surveyed the guests in the tavern, especially the shady man in the cloak.
He just leaned into his companion's ear and said something.
The latter's eyes widened, "It's a lie, can Weeden... have this honor?"
The soldier who disclosed the news said proudly, "My brother-in-law is the secretary at the baron's mansion. This is what he said, but it is inseparable from ten. You wait, the paper will never cover the fire, and this matter will come sooner or later. Make it public!"
"Harvest Festival!" The soldier on the opposite side suddenly lit up and grabbed a handful of messy hair. "It's not long before the Harvest Festival, and this event will definitely have to wait until the Harvest Festival is announced."
"That's right, what did the bells and whistles say? It's more than joy, and it's all over the place!"
"Also, keep your mouth tight with me, if you talk nonsense, I can't protect you!"
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"Harvest Festival?" Roy licked the wine stains off the corners of his mouth, and his heart swayed slightly. He thought of the beautiful and moving sorceress Coral, with her soft-spoken and fiery body.
It's a pity that he shouldn't be able to make it to the year when Karak went to the sorceress.
"Well, business matters."
"Ciri, get engaged to Christine at Harvest?"
According to his well-known "history", the little guy would run away from the marriage on the way to get engaged, and then, by accident, escape into the territory of the dryad. people rescued.
And Ciri's savior is also one of Roy's purposes of this trip, the white-haired witcher of the wolf faction, Geralt. He once played the protagonist without sleeping and eating.
Geralt lifted the curse on Ciri's father and appointed a reward with the Law of Accident - the unborn child Ciri!
It can be said that Ciri is the daughter of fate of the White Wolf.
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In addition to getting in touch with the white wolf, this trip is also to see the water of Brock Leon, which is said to be able to transform the dryad and stimulate the ancient blood.
Could this mysterious liquid transform the bloodline he obtained by swallowing the blood of the sun
It's just that Roy still has concerns. Because of his previous actions and his involvement in Sintra, will this fateful reunion of father and daughter change? or deviation.
Whether his insignificant butterfly will have an impact on him remains to be seen.
Thinking, he waved to the waiter.
"Do you want any more wine?"
"I want to ask you something, what is east of Podlog City?"
"East... East?" The waiter's expression froze,
"That's right..."
"It was a wasteland."
"How about further east?"
"Guests, you can't go any further! You can't go any further east! It's a forbidden area! I... I've heard of many lost travelers who have strayed into it, and no one has been able to escape so far!"
The waiter spit out, and suddenly his face was full of horror, "Some old hunters nearby said that there are monsters screaming, man-eating monsters! You don't want to go to that place, do you?"
The waiter moved away from the witcher subconsciously.
The witcher threw him a crown. "Don't talk nonsense, what the hell is that?"
"Five miles to the east, there is a primeval forest. The old hunters call it Brock Leon."