Milva wiped the chair twice in a pretentious manner, which attracted Lan's speechless gaze, and then gestured with a smile to her Lord Earl to take a seat.

Lan En said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you that I didn't raise you as a maid."

Milva said confidently: "But I am the only woman in the team. Who else can do such a thing? House?"

Levin muttered quietly, "Maybe he takes better care of the Earl than you do."

At this time, House came back after ordering wine and food for the table with the proprietress. Everyone noticed his expression. This most senior attendant had been worried for several days, and now he looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated when facing his sworn master.

Lann said unhappily, "This expression doesn't suit you, just say whatever you want to say."

House scratched his head, and after a moment of silence, he finally spoke out the question that had been bothering him for a long time:

"My Lord Earl, we have been in the territory of Temeria for so long, why hasn't their king sent anyone to contact us?"

In the imagination of the retainers, Lord Lannister, with such a large group of cavalry, should have been received by the local lords and met by the king soon after entering the country, and then eaten and drank all the way.

This is also the reason why the old butler Ens agreed not to add maids and servants to the team. They felt that the group could be properly and decently taken care of outside.

As a result, Lann and his party met quite a few lords along the way. Everyone was quite polite and reluctantly gave the Earl the treatment he deserved.

But there was no movement from the king, and he didn't even send out a messenger to deliver the message.

"I was wondering when you would ask me." Lan said, "It's simple, because he doesn't want to see me."

At this time, Levin Brot, the grandson of the mayor of Brochilon Town, came over. He also joined the team and was brought out by Lann to see the world. He was considered Lann's new attendant.

"Why?" House said indignantly, "Even if they don't want to see you, they should at least send an envoy to pick us up. This is too rude!"

Facing House's anger, Lan smiled indifferently.

In fact, Lann had expected the attitude of the King of Temeria, but he originally wondered if there would be any difference in this time and space, but he did not expect to encounter the same attitude.

The king of Temeria was called Foltest. Lann remembered that in the original book, Foltest's attitude towards Cintra was very bad.

Perhaps because Temeria is too close to Cintra, in the original book he repeatedly claimed that Ciri was dead and Cintra was a country without a master. He also proposed to use Cintra's last armed forces as cannon fodder to consume Nilfgaard's manpower.

As for Foltest's indifference to Cintra, other northern kings pointed out that he was actually secretly searching for Ciri, wanting to seduce the little princess to marry him in order to control Cintra.

I have to sigh here that these kings really have nothing new to offer.

Although Foltest denied the accusation, no one knew what he really thought.

Lann originally thought that the situation in Cintra had not yet completely deteriorated, and Foltest might have different ideas, but now it seems that is not the case.

"My Lord Earl, what should we do next? Should we go and give a visiting card to King Foltest?"

House still understood the basic court etiquette, and also understood Lann's thoughts. He knew that in such diplomatic occasions, even if he was angry, he had to control his emotions and take care of the face of both parties. Especially now that Cintra was still the weaker party.

"Since he doesn't want to see us, there's no point in handing over a visiting card."

Lan said. But then he thought again, after all, he was on someone else's territory. The owner could pretend that he didn't see them, but he couldn't help but say hello to them.

"Forget it, let's just send it over. We'll leave in two days. Temeria is just passing through anyway, and our focus is on Redania."

Levin suddenly suggested, "Isn't Ms. Triss the royal advisor here? Can we ask her for help?"

Lann shook his head: "Triss is not in Temeria now."

Lann and his servants were discussing something, and at this moment the tavern's landlady came over with a tray full of Vizima beer, and was trying to serve the table of guests who were not easy to deal with with wine and food attentively and carefully.

Milva took the tray first, preventing the proprietress from approaching, and then the girl smiled and placed the fullest glass of beer in front of Lan.

When she put the cup down, she didn't control her strength well, and a lot of beer spilled out, almost wetting Lan's hand.

House and Levin were sitting there, about to thank Milva for distributing drinks, but she then took another drink for herself and pushed the tray forward, obviously not interested in distributing drinks to the rest of the people.

The two male servants silently took the wine and drank it, then exclaimed to dispel the embarrassment: "Vizima beer really should be drunk in Temeria, the taste is just different..."

"Madam, is there anything interesting happening in White Orchard recently?" Levin drank the beer in his glass in one breath and began to inquire for information.

Elsa, the proprietress, looked at the Cintra soldiers whose bodies were covered with the words "not easy to mess with", and thought about the wine and food that so many people might consume, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face:

"If there is a really big event recently, it is Nilfgaard..."

At this point, she glanced at the lion mark on Lann and the three attendants, and said, “But I think the masters want to hear a good story from the countryside—something interesting really happened recently.

I think all the experienced gentlemen know about the "demon hunter". Although this kind of people rarely appear now, there was one in Baiguoyuan recently..."

Hearing this, everyone put down their glasses. Lann also showed an interested look and began to recall which witchers might appear in White Orchard during this period of time.

Just as Lan was about to continue asking, he saw several of his own cavalrymen in the hotel stand up and form a simple human wall to protect him behind them.

On the other side of the hotel, several dwarves, whose height was only up to a normal person's waist, were walking towards this side.

House frowned: "Dwarf, what do you want?"

After all, they were on someone else's territory, so House restrained his attitude a little.

One of the dwarf leaders had a Mohawk hairstyle and a dark brown beard. He pulled the leader of another group of dwarves and seemed to be trying hard to lower his voice, but his voice would not lower:

"Yarpin, I've already told you, this is a noble man, how can a saddled pig like you talk to him?"

"Watch this, Zorwa, you stubborn hammerhead!" The dwarf who was being pulled seemed to be drunk and was shouting, "Those eyes... although they are a little different, I won't make a mistake! You always don't believe the stories I told you about demon hunters, saying that I am a boastful clown. Today I will let you see for yourself!"

This dwarf had a longer black beard, his hair was cut into a buzz cut, and he looked fierce.

As soon as he entered the house, Lann noticed these sub-human members. The current situation in the Northern Kingdom is not as serious as it will be in the future. The Squirrel Party instigated by Nilfgaard has not yet completely detonated the conflict between humans and non-human races in the North.

Although it can be seen that humans and these dwarves do not like to communicate very much, it has not yet reached the point where the situation is tense all the time as in the future.

This group of dwarves was vaguely divided into two groups, because Lann could see that they had two leaders, and Lann even knew these two leaders.

Since these "acquaintances" are now taking the initiative to come forward to make friends with him, he has no intention of turning them away.

"Let our dwarf friends come over." Lann called the cavalry back to their positions and said hello to the proprietress, "Give each of our dwarf friends another glass of wine."

The dwarves immediately smiled brightly, and the servants heard the earl's order and moved a few more tables from the side and put them together, barely enough to accommodate the small group.

Yarpan slammed the table in delight: "I told you, demon hunters are all real men!"

Zolva looked much more stable: "Hello, Count of Cintra, I am Zoltan Ziva. I used to be a soldier of Mahakam, and now I am a businessman."

Zoerva pointed at the excited Yarpan and said, "This is Yarpan Zigrin. You may have heard of him. He and his partners formed a mercenary group. They should be quite famous."

"Of course, the famous Yarpen, I have heard your stories in poems. You once hunted a green dragon." Lann raised his glass and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Lann Lannister Rhaanron, the Earl of Cintra."

"I've heard of you, too!" Yarpen slammed his wine glass on the table after hearing the name. "I've heard of your poems, too. Now you're called that... 'Lion', right? I've heard rumors that the White Wolf is on your side, too!"

"Yes." Lann nodded, "Geralt is a very good friend of mine, and he is also a very powerful warrior."

"Yes, yes!" Yarpen shouted happily. He was more excited than the person being praised when he heard someone else acknowledge his beloved warrior. "Geralt of Rivia, he can take on eight men with a sword!"

Lann knew that the dragon slayer team led by Yarpen had attempted to hunt the second dragon in the team's history, and met Geralt and Yennefer in the process. Although they ultimately failed to kill the second dragon as they wished and add new glory to their legend, they were lucky enough to meet friends worth making.

House seemed a little displeased with the dwarfs jumping up and down in front of his lord the earl, Levin had a blank expression on his face, but Milva was full of curiosity about this group of sub-humans she had never seen before.

The atmosphere in the tavern gradually became heated. People looked at this strange combination at the table with curiosity. Some local soldiers quietly left the hotel, apparently to report the whereabouts of this cavalry team. After a while, they came back relaxed and continued drinking, and shook their heads to indicate to their companions who were following them that they should not care.

However, this happy and relaxed atmosphere did not last long.

The door of the hotel was suddenly pushed open by a man. He ran in sweating profusely, attracting the attention of everyone present:

"The demon hunter who came to White Orchard a few days ago has been arrested!"