The family guards living in peace in the neighboring capital Vizima had never seen such a battle. In their usual battles, they just bullied the villagers. However, the armored cavalrymen brought by Lann had all experienced the war of destroying Cintra.

It seemed that these guards had no intention of dying for this ridiculous knight. They drew their swords and stepped forward in a pretentious manner, but their weapons were knocked off their shoulders. Then they rolled and crawled backwards in an exaggerated manner, and actually avoided the subsequent pursuit of the Cintra cavalry. None of them died.

Lan En laughed: "Don't make the scene too ugly, there are still things to deal with later."

The Cintra soldiers responded and did not continue to kill the guards who knelt down and surrendered without weapons.

Gradually, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. More Cintra cavalrymen surrounded Lann, separating the civilians from the lords of White Orchard and preventing them from moving forward.

They even used the organizational skills they had developed when managing refugees in Brokilon to loudly scold the villagers who were running around and trampling on others, to prevent accidents. For a moment, the order at the scene was even more orderly than when Sir Villiers was trying the witcher.

The unmounted Cintra soldiers formed a guard formation, facing outwards, and spread out in two rows, forming a guard wall, which also served as a passage. Lann walked slowly through the passage they formed, aiming for Sir Villiers on the high platform.

The Lord of White Orchard looked palely at Lann who was closing in on him. He wanted to run, but he was on a high platform, which was the highest point he had personally ordered his men to build. If he fell down, he might break his leg.

"Lord Lannister, please believe me, this is just an accident. I have no disrespect for you... Hang him, I will hang that pariah immediately..."

"Hush." ​​Facing Sir Villiers's defense, Lann put his right hand to his mouth and made a quiet gesture, pinching the left and right to make a seal, and a white light flashed, "Be quiet, sit down. I don't want you to fall and break your neck, you will be useful later."

[Axis Seal] + [Charm] + 200 points of additional magic enhancement effect.

The Lord of White Orchard's eyes soon became confused. He shut his mouth obediently and sat back in his chair.

Lann raised his eyebrows. The skill worked well the first time it was used. Next time, he would use 100 points of extra magic power to strengthen it. He had to experiment to find the most economical bonus range.

The snake faction witchers stared at the scene in front of them in amazement. The leader seemed to be a witcher brother, and judging from the necklace he was wearing, it seemed to be a griffin.

But isn't the griffin a knight? How come this one is directly an earl? And in this situation, do I still need to be judged? Should I just run away secretly?

The dwarf brothers below were even more stunned. They never thought that the brother who was just drinking, chatting and sharing stories with them would turn around and capture a lord of their own country.

"My Lord Earl." House came over and threw the bruised beekeeper to the ground.

Lan En took a look and ignored it: "Throw it aside for now, we'll talk about it later. There are more important things to do now."

House lowered his head and dragged the man away again. Lann looked at the situation below which had been controlled by the Cintra cavalry and said loudly:

"My Lords, I am Lord Lann Lannister Rhaenren, the Lion of Cintra—"

The villagers below calmed down a little when they heard Lan's name. It turned out that he was an earl, not a roving thug who came to rob the execution ground. This made them feel a little relieved.

Lan thought for a moment and drew out the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. The rune sword appeared again in the world after who knows how many years. The golden runes shone brightly in the sun, and the onlookers were dazzled.

Then he added his own name: "——I am also the Knight of the Fairy of the Lake, and I just arrived at White Orchard today."

At this point, the people from other places also quieted down. Even if those who wielded swords and guns were uneducated, they had all heard poetry, seen acrobatics and roadside theaters, and were familiar with the "Sword of the Lady of the Lake".

Although they could not tell whether the sword was real or fake, their hostility towards Lann was reduced anyway. The bards and traveling scholars who had seen the illustrations of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake reacted even more fiercely.

Some of them couldn't believe it and looked at it with disdain; but some of them stared at the runes that didn't look fake in a trance, and when they thought of Lan's usual performance in poetry, they believed it about 80%.

"My Lord Count of Cintra, what do you want to do?"

The voice came from travelers passing by. They were not locals and obviously did not want to be involved in the disaster that happened in Baiguoyuan.

Lann looked towards the place where the sound came from, only to find that it was the dwarf Yarpan, who was smiling at him "obscurely".

Lann raised his eyebrows and followed up Yarpan's question with a loud voice: "Don't worry, this is a personal grudge between nobles. This... Lord White Orchard's subjects offended me, but I don't want to punish the beekeeper, nor do I want to implicate you. Just like when I'm wounded by a sword, I won't break the sword, I'll just catch the person holding it."

Lann put his hand on Sir Villiers' shoulder, and the people of White Orchard were completely relieved after hearing this, as if they had received a promise.

Although in their experience, it was normal for lords and nobles to break their promises, they still felt at ease every time faced with such a verbal promise.

"Hello, this brother from the Griffin School?"

Kolgrim stepped forward hesitantly, but was immediately stopped by servants and soldiers.

Lann waved his hand to let them disperse, and took the initiative to step forward and shake hands with the other party.

"I am Lann of Cintra, School of the Griffin."

Lann reached out, his arm covered with armor, and then another hand came up, dirty and covered with scars, but still steady and powerful.

"I am Kolgrim of Nilfgaard, thank you for saving me."

…

"So that Lannister, the Lion of Cintra, in my own country, near my capital, has kidnapped my lord?"

"Yes, sire."

"What caused it?"

"Your Majesty, Villiers is publicly trying a witcher, and Lord Lannister seems to have the eyes of a witcher. The villagers of White Orchard... offended the earl because of this, and I heard they even spat at him."

"Huh, spit?"

"Yes, sire."

"That idiot Villiers even organized a trial. Will he?"

"That's why the villagers offended Lord Lannister."

"idiot."

Temeria, capital city Vizima, royal palace.

Foltest, King of Temeria, sat in a low armchair carved from dark wood, his feet stretched out by the fire, his two dogs curled up at his feet to keep warm.

He had a slender and slim figure, and a handsome face, even handsome, or even beautiful. Even though he was already in his forties, he still had amazing charm.

Opposite the king was a woman with light blonde hair, dressed gorgeously and with an arrogant look. But because she was in front of the king, the arrogance on her face was slightly restrained.

"Demon hunter." Foltest chewed on the word carefully. "That fool is judging a demon hunter."

"And it seems that the rumors are true. That Lannister is also a witcher."

The king smiled, as if he had heard some good news.

"Keira, tell me. How many people has this Lannister killed because of an offense?"

Keira Metz, the royal advisor stationed in Temeria, shook her head after hearing the king's question:

"He didn't kill anyone, Your Majesty. He seemed to want Villiers to atone for the sins of his subjects. He said, 'I wounded you with a knife, I won't break it, I will catch the one holding it.'"

Foltest tilted his head, as if surprised by what he heard, and then he frowned in annoyance.

"White Orchard is a major transportation route. How many travelers witnessed this scene?"

"Many, Your Majesty. Villiers has summoned all the villagers of White Orchard to watch the trial, and has also summoned a large number of merchants and bards."

"Idiot." His Majesty the King had no idea how many times he had said this word today. "Remind me, Kayla, how many stupid things has Villiers done?"

"Your Majesty, if you don't count this trial, he has also driven his homosexual son to death, demanded the exercise of sexual rights at the wedding of his subjects, chopped off the heads of peasants because they were slow to take off their hats, and massacred his own village."

"Then let Lannister kill him." Foltest said angrily, "If Lannister has the guts!"

Keira let Foltest vent his anger, and said after a while: "Your Majesty, there is one more thing you may need to know: Lannister seems to have pulled out the sword of the Lady of the Lake on the spot."

"Sword of the Lady of the Lake?" Foltest was genuinely surprised this time. "The legendary silver sword given to the knight by the Lady of the Lake?"

"Yes, sire. And he calls himself the Knight of the Lady of the Lake."

Foltest stood up from his chair and began to pace restlessly. "Is that sword real? Did the merchants and bards who were there see it?"

"Whether it's true or not doesn't seem to matter, Your Majesty." Keira said, "I still suggest you meet him."

At this moment, this is pertinent advice. Foltest couldn't help but sigh:

"Then you will be the messenger to take him over."

Keira Metz took the order and left. Opening the portal in the king's room would mess up the furnishings, so she had to go outside.

And just as she was leaving, a slender figure followed her all the way from outside the king's room.

"Ms. Kayla."

Hearing someone calling her, Keira turned around and saw a red-haired girl in front of her.

The red-haired girl dressed almost in the same style as the warlock, with her hair loose, her clothes bold, and her behavior without any aristocratic etiquette.

But Kayla knew the man in front of her was not a warlock.