Faced with the heir's sudden interruption, Vizimir II reprimanded his behavior, blamed him for his rudeness, and said in front of Lann that he would go back and punish him.

The only thing that was not truly rejected was the proposal put forward by Radovid.

Lann looked at the father and son, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether the words just now were the little bald man's true feelings, or the bloody words spoken by his father Vizimir II in his son's voice.

People in later generations said that the cruel character of the little bald man was instilled by his teacher, but it is hard to say whether Vizimir II was the one who could have given the little bald man to that kind of teacher and accepted that kind of educational method.

At least Lann could now get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the future King Radovid V, who would be known as the "Ironhearted".

In such a weird atmosphere, Lann repeatedly helped Radovid to plead guilty to his father, persuaded children not to speak without restraint, and promised that he would properly deal with the Everec family.

After Vizimir II finished scolding his son, he was very pleased with Lann's promise and also provided some help.

He handed Lan an eagle-carved emblem and said, "Novigrad is the birthplace of the 'Eternal Flame'. This religion has not spread to Cintra so you may not have heard of it, but it has a great influence in the northern countries. I have provided them with a lot of financial support. Take my emblem to their security officer Chapelle and he will help you."

Lann was more than happy to have some extra help, so he took the emblem and left.

After he walked away, Vizimir II waved his hand and asked the knights guarding the house to leave. Suddenly, only the king and the prince were left in the room.

It seemed that he had been holding it in for a long time. After Lann left, Radovid immediately asked Vizimir II:

"Father, why are you so polite to that Lannister? If you want Cintra, why don't you just let me marry their Princess Cirilla?"

Faced with the political problems of his children, Vizimir II, who was determined to train them, answered patiently: "It's too late. Princess Cirilla has been hidden by the Lannisters. Now it is the Lannisters who are actually in power in Cintra. My intelligence chief told me that Foltest seemed to have the idea of ​​marrying Cirilla. I have always been worried that he would be one step ahead of me, but judging from the current attitude of the Lannisters towards Temeria, we are both slow."

Radovid still didn't understand, so he continued, "Then... we kill Lannister and then find Cirilla, isn't that possible?"

The king shook his head and tried to persuade the prince: "You don't understand, Radovid. Cirilla is not important now. The one in power is the Lannister. He is also a royal family and has the blood of a lion."

"But he is a demon hunter. He has never concealed this fact, and demon hunters cannot have children. After all, the power of Cintra belongs to Cirilla."

The king still shook his head and said, "You have also seen the war reports I received recently. Everyone in Cintra has seen that Lannister, has received Lannister's favor, and has seen Lannister fight against a hundred people alone on the battlefield, but no one has seen Princess Cirilla. Do you know what this means?"

The prince gradually caught up with the king's thoughts. He spoke incoherently, "It means that the Lannisters' reputation is at its peak. And Cirilla's absence means that she disappeared... Is she dead?"

The king shook his head, and the prince continued to think. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "No one has ever seen Xirilla, which means... everyone can be Xirilla?"

The king looked at his son with relief and said, "If you want to plot against Cintra, the best time is when its capital has just been destroyed. At that time, our people only need to appear near Cintra and claim that they have captured Cirilla - whether it is true or not - and we will have the bargaining chip. Even if other northern forces do not recognize the identity of the fake princess, we can weaken the authority of the real princess and increase convenience in the future. But it's too late to say anything now."

The king shook his head, indicating that he had really considered this tactic. Then he raised the rim of his glass, signaling his son to pour him another glass of wine: "Do you know what the North calls Lannister now? Lion! And what about Cirilla? Cub!

What if the young lion disappears? Now the whole of Cintra and even the whole of the North have reached a consensus that as long as the "lion" is still there, the "young lion" will be fine. Even if you kill Cirilla today, another Cirilla will appear next to him tomorrow. I even suspect that the current Cirilla is no longer the real "Cirilla"!

Lannister is infertile, but it doesn't matter now; he can't be the king of Cintra, but the king of Cintra can't avoid him. He is a lion! The leader who saved the people from the fire and water when the country was destroyed, the resurrected who crawled back from death, and the devotee who transformed himself into a sterile witcher to protect the country and the princess! Whoever he said was Cirilla was Cirilla, and he was now the most authoritative notary of the lion bloodline on the entire continent! "

Looking at his shocked son, the king said solemnly, "I don't know how long Lannister has been planning for all this, or whether he did it unintentionally, but it doesn't matter now. He is now the actual ruler of Cintra. If we want to unite Cintra, we can only talk to Lannister."

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On the other side, Lann, who had no idea that he had received such high praise from the King of Redania, was walking back.

Those involved are often confused, while bystanders can see things more clearly. As an eyewitness, Lann himself may not think that many things are a big deal, but in the eyes of bystanders, he has already stepped onto the political stage of the North and holds important political bargaining chips.

At this moment, our lion was not thinking about any political issues in his mind. He just wanted to see how his servants dissected the dragonfly monster.

Turning a corner ahead, Lan saw a big man in a bright silk coat. He clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at the scenery outside the window leisurely.

His shoulders were rigid and motionless, and above them sat a large grey owl.

Perhaps it heard Lan's footsteps, the owl suddenly turned its head 180 degrees, attracting the big man's attention.

Hey, Fatty Di, it’s you two again.

Lann pondered in his heart, and couldn't help but think of the "nickname" that the players in his previous life had for Dijkstra. He still greeted him politely:

"Count Dijkstra, I didn't expect to see you here again."

As Lann was speaking, the owl's head turned from 180 degrees back to zero degrees as Dijkstra turned around, staring at Lann without moving.

And Lann responded with interest, seeming to be really interested in birds of prey.

Dijkstra was worried that Lann would say something outrageous again, so he said first, "Lord Lannister, I have been waiting for you for a long time. Let me take you back to your residence. Besides, my friend has entrusted me with something and wants to discuss it with you."

Lann raised his eyebrows: "I'd like to hear more about it."

Two people walked in the Niubao Academy, one was a tall blond youth, wearing a gorgeous robe for an audience with the king, and the other was a fat giant who was about the same height as a statue, wearing brightly colored clothes. This strange combination was not very eye-catching in Niubao.

Students strolled through the alleys, reading massive books and parchment manuscripts intently; many sat on benches, lawns and flower beds, discussing their homework or carefully playing brain-stimulating games such as "odd or even"; professors also wandered nearby, arguing academic issues enthusiastically while maintaining etiquette and demeanor; young teaching assistants wandered around, staring at the buttocks of female students.

A breeze blew in from the delta, bringing a faint smell of seawater, and a slightly stronger smell of hydrogen sulfide came from the alchemy building that towered over the canal. Gray and yellow finches chirped in the bushes in the park next to the student dormitories, and a gorilla sat in a poplar tree, no doubt an escapee from the natural history department's zoo.

In such a free and academic atmosphere, Lane and Dijkstra spoiled the fun by talking about political topics and being hypocritical.

"I heard that Lord Lannister encountered a group of our Redanian soldiers on the canal in the Delta?"

Lan nodded and said seriously, "They fought bravely and died in the mouth of the dragonfly monster in order to protect the people on the transport ship. I hunted one of them and am dissecting it. Do you want to come and watch?"

After hearing what Lane said, Dijkstra paused. His steps did not change, and his expression did not change. However, for a moment he even forgot what he was going to say next, and his emotions became incoherent.

But the intelligence chief quickly adjusted himself and continued, "Then they can be considered to have redeemed themselves, because I heard that they were hired by a certain warlock to harm Lord Lannister. I originally planned to hang them, but now it seems that they have saved their reputation with their sacrifice first."

Lann sighed and said, "I also heard about this from them. It seems that it was a warlock named 'Liens'. But the dead are the greatest, so I can't blame them anymore."

Dijkstra said: "Then doesn't Lord Lannister want to know why this Reigns is looking for you?"

Lann showed an interested look: "I wonder if Count Dijkstra has any advice?"

Dijkstra shook his head. "I don't know much information, but I know who knows it. I wonder if the Earl has heard of this name - Dandelion. As far as I know, Reans also found this person, and he escaped miraculously. If you want to know information about Reans, you can't go wrong by looking for this Dandelion."

Lan nodded: "Then I wonder why Count Dijkstra would do me such a favor? You can just pretend you know nothing. Is it the King's instruction?"

Dijkstra nodded. "His Majesty wants to unite with Cintra, so I will naturally help. At the same time, I also want to establish a personal friendship with you. When the time is right, I have another friend I want to introduce to you. I will definitely give Earl Lannister a surprise then."

A friend? A surprise?

Lane looked directly into Dijkstra's eyes, but in his peripheral vision he could not get rid of the gray owl staring at him.

Adjusting his facial expression again, Lann shook Dijkstra's hand gratefully and said happily, "I thought we were already friends a long time ago. Thank you for your help, Count Dijkstra."

The two men smiled at each other. It was truly a scene of two well-matched opponents who had met each other too late.