The girl ignored Black Wind's movements. She ran to the side and carefully pulled out the griffin steel sword that Lann had thrown at the beginning, and wiped the blood off the Nilfgaardian soldier.

Lann raised his eyebrows slightly at the smooth movement.

The girl handed the sword to Lan respectfully with both hands and said, "Two years ago, you were helping the weak and fighting the strong in the capital. At that time, my father wanted me to sing hymns and work in the Rose Garden to supplement the family income, but I wanted to be a teacher.

You heard about my plight from others in the tavern and helped me teach my father a lesson. Not only did you not charge me a penny, you also helped me ask an experienced literature teacher to accept me as a student.

Lan thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. It was a side quest he had just completed not long after he traveled through time. Helping others not only gained experience but also a lot of emotional value. Before he met the unruly people, he was even a little addicted to it.

The girl spoke faster and faster: "It is because of your help that I can teach the children here today. I am singing poems to the children now, and I am also teaching them "Rituals and Religion of the Northerners" and "The Wisdom of the Prophet Lebioda" recently..."

She seemed like a child reporting to her leader, eager to be praised: "There are many people like me. The people of Cintra all remember you. When Queen Calanthe announced your death, we gathered together to cry for you, pray for you, and chant your name. I didn't expect you to really come back at this critical moment..."

Lann heard the girl's words becoming more and more outrageous. He was concerned about his family and friends, so he interrupted the girl and asked, "When did the Nilfgaardians come here? Did you see Princess Ciri or Advisor Mossak?"

Lann believed that Ciri and Mossack would not ignore the Lannister family after his "death". If he found them, he would definitely be able to find his servants and butlers at the same time.

"Ah. Did you come back to save the princess, to continue the bloodline of Cintra?" The girl seemed to understand something and said:

"The Nilfgaardians came yesterday, and they broke into the castle this afternoon. I heard a huge explosion coming from the castle. It might be the power of Advisor Mossak. I don't know where the princess is..."

The girl's voice became lower and lower, and suddenly she asked: "Are you a lion now?"

Lan was extremely anxious after hearing what the girl said. From his angle, he could see the collapsed wall of the castle from afar. The fact that Mossak had used such great power meant that a huge danger must have occurred.

Although he and Ciri both survived in the book, what if something unexpected happened? Besides, the other members of the Lannister family are now missing.

Facing the girl's question, he nodded in an almost perfunctory manner, and then said: "You should escape quickly. Take advantage of the fact that there are no Nilfgaardians in this area. Take your family or friends and escape quickly, so that they won't come back."

After thinking for a while, Lann ordered again: "If you see other refugees, tell them to flee to the north, because the Nilfgaardians are coming from the south. And there are still some of our remaining troops in the north, and perhaps Marshal Vissekid, who will protect you."

When the girl saw Lann nod, her eyes shone brightly. She seemed to have received permission and guidance: "I will find other refugees who have suffered in the war and lead them to the north."

Lan nodded with satisfaction again. He was most afraid that the refugees would not be able to communicate. This girl saved him a lot of trouble. He continued, "That's right. If you don't encounter our soldiers along the way, then go to Brokilon. That's my territory. Tell them my name and they will protect you. It's the northernmost part of Cintra and the safest. I'm sorry that I can't escort you in person right now. I have more important things to do."

The girl's eyes became brighter. "When we reach the northernmost part of Cintra, I will chant your name with the refugees. The people there will protect us. I understand. You can go ahead. You have a greater mission. You don't need to worry about us."

Lan nodded to the girl, pulled the reins, and rode away in the direction of the capital.

The girl stared at Lan's back infatuatedly, her eyes unable to move away.

The burning Nilfgaard soldiers crackled on the ground. When the flames on them gradually died down, some villagers who originally lived in the village had gathered here.

It is more appropriate to describe them as "refugees" now, because they no longer have a village. There are even fewer strong young men in the crowd, because the young men have all taken up arms to fight against Nilfgaard. Most of them are weak people who were beaten for fun by the invaders, women who were bullied, and children who were hidden because of their short stature.

They faced the direction Lann had left, confused and puzzled.

Someone asked in confusion: "Is that Lord Lannister? Didn't Queen Calanthe say that he was killed by the Nilfgaardians in Toussaint..."

Someone else murmured, "Yes, it is Lord Lannister. I once received his kindness, and I will never forget his appearance in my life."

"It's exactly the same as the one on the Gwent cards..."

"What happened to those eyes? How did Lord Lannister become like this? And the fire on the ground and the wind just now..."

The refugees looked blankly at the devastated village destroyed by Nilfgaard. Their homes were gone, and if they continued to stay here, they didn't know when the Nilfgaardians would come back and take their lives again.

“Where should we go and what should we do?”

Some people knelt on the ground helplessly, while others prayed to the sky and cried.

Hearing the refugees' voices, the girl suddenly retracted her gaze and said firmly, "We will go north, to Brokilon. Lord Lannister has transformed into the Lion of Cintra to save us, and we must follow in his footsteps."

The refugees suddenly fell silent for a moment. They looked at the girl who was mumbling something, confused and wondering: "What lion? What north? Little Fensi, what are you talking about?"

The young girl Fen Si suddenly laughed, as bright as the sun. She said, "Didn't you all see it just now? Lord Lannister has golden lion eyes and golden hair, just like our national emblem."

Finsi turned on the spot, allowing everyone to see the three lions emblem on the flag she was wearing, as if she was showing off the robe given by God.

"Look at these Nilfgaardians on the ground. If it weren't for the lion, who could deal with so many soldiers at the same time? And. Those lion eyes are the evidence! So are the fire and wind on the ground!

Lord Lannister died a year ago, but he was the noblest knight in the history of Cintra, so at this critical moment of the country, he came back again, breaking free from death, with the power given by the three lions! "

Fens spoke loudly, and as she spoke, the eyes of all the refugees became brighter and brighter. Those who were crying stopped crying, those who were confused cleared their eyes, and those who were praying gradually looked in the direction where Lann left.

"When I was a tutor in the capital, I often heard servants and even masters and ladies in noble families praying—"

Fins knelt gently, folded her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes and prayed: "May the lion lead us to your safe arms, hold us tightly with light, and protect us from the erosion of our souls by the dark sun of the empire."

Fen Si said: "That is the prayer of the royal family. Could their belief be wrong?"

The refugees nodded, as if they gradually understood everything: "Yes, that's right!"

Fen Si added: "The lion heard the prayers of the royal family. He gave power to the most noble knight among all the deceased heroes. He gave him power - that is Lord Lannister. He has the power of the lion. No, he is the lion!"

The refugees kept saying: "Lord Lannister is a lion..."

Some even began to pray: "May the lion lead us into your safe arms, hold us, and protect us..."

Some smart people asked Finsi questions. They began to think that Finsi had answers to all their questions: "So what should we do now? Should we go north, to Brokilon? How can we avoid the soldiers of Nilfgaard?"

Fen Si said angrily: "Hasn't the lion already pointed out the way for us? Can't we just follow the lion?"

She pointed in the direction Lann had left, then pointed at the charred bodies and body parts on the ground.

In the past, these bloody things would scare the people. But after a day of looting, the village would only feel happy when seeing this scene.

The girl opened her arms and shouted, "Just like this. Wherever the lion walks, he will bring death to the Nilfgaardians with fire and wind! Follow the lion's footsteps and we will reach the north!"

"In Brokilon, we will chant the name of the lion together. There will be people to protect us, and we will build our new hometown there!"

More and more people followed Finsi's shouting. They quickly packed their bags and set off with Nilfgaard's weapons. Whenever they met new refugees, they would tell them what they had seen in their village and say to them:

“Follow the lion’s steps.”

"To Brochilon!"