"Hey, have you heard about what happened in Cintra?"

"I know. It was conquered by Nilfgaard, right? We don't have to worry. Nilfgaard can't defeat Temeria!"

"No, no, I heard that there is still a place in Cintra that is fighting bravely. Do you know who is leading it?"

"I know!" a man dressed as a merchant shouted, "It's Lann Lannister Rhaanron, the Lion Knight in the poem!"

"Hiss..." Some locals took a deep breath after hearing the name, finding it unbelievable.

"I've heard his story. He was a tournament champion who became famous at a young age, and a guardian knight who went deep into the Brokilon Forest alone to save the princess..."

"But I heard that this Lannister died in Toussaint a long time ago? The commemorative cards of Gwent have been distributed!"

A man dressed as a bard showed off a few times: "You don't know this, I heard..."

His voice stopped abruptly and he shook the empty wine glass in his hand, causing others to become anxious.

"Elsa, give this bard a glass of cider!"

"Fruit wine..." the bard muttered to himself, seemingly dissatisfied. However, seeing the crowd around him staring at him eagerly, he weighed the pros and cons and began to share his news:

"It is said that this Earl of Lannister obtained the legendary power of the Cintra ancestral emblem, so he returned from death and gained the power of the 'lion'. Wherever he went, there were corpses of Nilfgaardians everywhere!"

"No!" another man dressed like a scholar interrupted, "But from what I heard, this Lord Lannister has become a witcher!"

"What is a demon hunter?"

The scholar did not show off and beg for wine like a bard. Instead, he was very happy to be asked questions: "They are a group of people who have obtained superhuman powers through magic alchemy. The book says that they are all superhuman in body, can fly over eaves and walls, see in the dark, and have mastered the power of magic..."

People exclaimed, "Doesn't that mean everyone wants to be a demon hunter?"

The scholar shook his head and said, "That's not true. In the process of gaining power, only one or two out of ten demon hunters can survive. Moreover, they have no emotions. Most importantly—"

The scholar's expression twisted: "They are said to be infertile."

The crowd watching gasped again.

"This... is an earl who has lost his fertility. I heard that this earl of Lannister is also one of the most handsome men in the North, like the warm sun in winter..."

Some people's concerns are more critical: "Isn't he the princess's guardian knight? If he has no feelings, can he still protect the princess?"

"How can a knight not protect the princess?" someone shouted, "I think Lord Lannister might have chosen to become a witcher to gain power just to protect the princess!"

"Ah~ Is this the price he paid to protect the princess and his country?" The soldier who had some free time to rest exclaimed, "What a knight he is!"

But some people are singing a different tune: "The demon hunter is not what you said. Have you seen a demon hunter? Let me tell you, a demon hunter came to White Orchard a few days ago, and he is not a good person..."

Various sounds are heard here one after another.

This place is the White Orchard Inn in Temeria.

White Orchard is located east of the country's capital, Vizima. Its name comes from the largest village in the area, White Orchard Village. The area is famous for its orchards, which bloom white in spring.

Baiguoyuan Hotel is located in the Baiguoyuan transportation center. The fact that it is named after a region shows how extraordinary this hotel is.

The space here is large, the wine is rich, and the chef's skills are also excellent. Many travelers are willing to take a break here to relieve their fatigue from the journey.

The nearby residents are also happy to use this place as a restaurant, tavern, and card room to enrich their daily lives and add fun to their lives. After all, being in the top country in the north and close to the capital, the residents here can still live and work in peace and contentment to a certain extent.

temporary.

The innkeeper, Elsa, was currently wiping the black shield with a silver fleur-de-lis pattern hanging on the wall. This was the emblem of Temeria, and not every inn was qualified to hang it.

"Elsa, another glass of Vizima beer!" a drinker shouted, "This beer tastes really good!"

This drinker and a dozen of his companions gathered around a few tables put together. They were all short, and their legs couldn't even reach the ground when they sat on the chairs. Their height was even shorter than some middle-aged boys.

But they all had big beards, broad shoulders and solid muscles, which formed a sharp contrast with the locals.

It was not surprising for other people to see them. Although there would occasionally be curious eyes gathered here, there was no one with too abnormal attitude.

Elsa responded loudly after hearing the greeting: "Okay, dwarf masters, one cup each?"

"Hahahaha, one glass per person is not enough!" The dwarves drank heartily and laughed together over the delicious wine. "Although it's not strong enough, this wine has a unique flavor!"

Temeria is one of the oldest dynasties in the north, and its ethnic composition is very complex. Many of its territories were territories of the past elven dynasties, and part of the Mahakam Mountains and part of the Brokilon Forest also nominally belonged to Temeria, so in addition to the main humans, dwarves, elves, and even goblins can be seen from time to time in this country.

At this time, other drinkers and travelers in the hotel were also sharing their experiences and shouting loudly under the influence of alcohol.

"By the way, have you heard anything about Kaedwen recently?"

"What happened over there again?"

Fellow drinkers asked one after another. They were very supportive and came to the pub to chat and brag about everything under the sun.

Seeing this, the person who had brought up the topic uttered a name: "Squirrel Party!"

"What is that?" Curious people gathered around and asked.

"As you all know, the king of Kaedwen has always been unfriendly to non-human races. So those dwarves, goblins, and elves took advantage of the war with Nilfgaard to form a team and shouted "recover lost territory" and said they wanted to drive away humans. I heard that they are well-trained and will kill anyone they see!"

People were amazed at the state of Kaedwen and were glad to be in Temeria. But there were more than just human drinkers in the inn.

"You farted!" The dwarves who were drinking slammed the table and jumped up. Their tremendous strength and voices made everyone's eardrums hurt.

"A dwarf wouldn't do such a thing!"

"I didn't say anything about you!" the person who spread the news said confidently, "And you haven't been to Kaedwen, how do you know it's not fake!"

"A dwarf wouldn't do that. You guys have been spewing plague out of your mouths since the beginning!"

Another dwarf shouted, "What I just said about the witcher is true. Have you ever seen a real witcher? I have seen one. He is a true warrior!"

"Ha! Why did I hear that witchers like to kidnap children to eat? And they always like to blackmail those who have nowhere else to go!"

Some people confronted the dwarves, but others tried to smooth things over: "We don't know what the witchers are like, but the masters are all well-known men. Kaedwen was retaliated by the dwarves of the Scoia'tael, and it's all because of their king..."

"A dwarf wouldn't do that!"

Under the influence of alcohol, everyone in the pub had red faces and thick necks, and they were about to start fighting by banging the table and throwing chairs. The people who tried to mediate quickly hid aside to protect themselves.

This made the proprietress Elsa very nervous, as she was worried that these drunkards would break the tables and chairs.

Several soldiers who were drinking here stood up as if nothing had happened, ready to send a few people back to jail.

At this moment, the door of the hotel was suddenly opened and three young men walked in.

There were three young people, two men and one woman. One of the two men was wearing special scale armor and chain mail. He had sharp eyes and looked around like a jungle hunter. The other man was wearing plate armor. A small lion head was carved on the left side of the breastplate near the neck. He also had two long swords on his waist, one of which was a lion-head long sword that was obviously worth a lot of money, and the hilt of the sword was shining silver.

The woman was also dressed like a warrior, which was rare. She was wearing a brown leather armor, and a loose green linen shirt over the leather armor. From the wide cuffs of the shirt, you could vaguely see that the key parts of the leather armor were inlaid with iron plates for protection.

She carried a round mahogany longbow behind her back. She had a pretty face and a heroic temperament, attracting the attention of both men and women present.

Such sophisticated equipment is definitely not something that mercenaries can have. They look like the private army of some nobleman.

What happened next confirmed everyone's guess. The three men were indeed just guides. After entering the house, they quickly searched for vacant tables in the hotel.

And behind them, another group of people came in.

The leader was a knight with blond hair and golden eyes. He was wearing a set of silver-black armor that was obviously of extraordinary value. It seemed to be a variation of knight's plate armor, with a waist-tightening modification to increase flexibility and make his whole posture appear more upright.

On his chest was a painting of a roaring lion with its head held high, and behind him were two swords, which was rare. One of the hilts was made of steel and was carefully carved into a strange shape that looked like an eagle, while the other was made of shiny silver. The poets in the hotel always felt that they had seen this hilt somewhere before.

The most eye-catching thing was the reddish-brown cloak he was wearing. The skin used to make the cloak was peeled off from some monster. The shoulders were tanned using a special method to retain the black feathers, and the entire hood was the monster's head.

"Griffin..." A scholar with rich knowledge has murmured, looking at the young man's cloak, and then looking at his eyes, "Lion pupils..."

After this extraordinary knight came in, a dozen well-equipped men dressed like cavalrymen followed him in one after another.

With the entry of these dozen people, the tense atmosphere in the hotel suddenly cooled down. The dwarves looked at each other, and some of them stared at the lion's eyes in a daze;

The human drinkers were stunned for a moment and then sat down awkwardly, while the local soldiers looked at this well-equipped army as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Levin," people heard the handsome blond knight say, "Order some food and wine to be sent to the brothers stationed outside first. The others will take turns to rest. You will make the arrangements."

"Yes, Your Excellency." People heard one of the three young men who came in at the beginning respond, and he quickly walked towards Elsa.

After hearing what the blond knight said, the soldiers became even more nervous. They looked out the door of the inn which was still open, and found that there were actually quite a few cavalrymen outside.

Whose troops are these? This is clearly the border of the capital of Temeria!

Everyone pricked up their ears and wanted to find out more information about this team. They seemed to have heard "My Lord Earl" just now?