Although Cintra is in a state of disrepair, as a military power, the royal city's defense system has now been established.

Not only the regular patrol teams, but also because the current ruler, Duke Lannister, attached great importance to the power of magic, the anti-magic seal that was originally only built in big cities like Novigrad was also built in the city at the Duke's expense.

Although the seal of Cintra today cannot compare with the magic seal of Aretuza School of Magic that has been updated for nearly a century, it is enough to interfere with the warlocks who come to Cintra - especially the warlocks' teleportation magic.

This forced them to land at the pre-set teleportation point in Cintra.

…

With a "boom", the fiery red portal opened.

Before anyone appeared, a sweet and pleasant fragrance wafted out from inside.

It was as if one was placed in a valley of flowers. The soldier guarding the magic circle closed his eyes slightly and felt himself floating in the air.

"Cough." House, the guide, coughed heavily, bringing all the soldiers back to consciousness.

He looked at the elf beside him with dissatisfaction, with a look of rebuke in his eyes.

"It's clever to use the scent of alchemical herbs to create a hallucinogenic effect. But if it's not restrained, I could see this as an attack on Cintra."

House narrowed his eyes, and his pupils had now turned into vertical amber pupils. Combined with the murderous aura that he had been unable to get rid of for some time, it really made Iorveth, the leader of the Squirrel Party, feel oppressed.

"No one can play tricks on Cintra's soldiers on Cintra's territory."

After Leo's Demon Hunter Trial was successful, Lann used the existing mutant materials to expand his army. Apprentices from other schools have not yet begun to be trained, but Lann already has enough candidates around him to grant demon hunter abilities.

His entourage.

House now has a roaring lion badge around his neck.

[Demon Hunter...] Iorveth muttered in his heart, [This guard is more terrifying than before.]

He could only apologize and quickly walked to the edge of the portal.

Then, a woman in a red dress stepped out of the portal.

She looked to be no more than twenty years old, but the age of a warlock was hard to estimate, not to mention that she was an elf.

Compared with other sorceresses who deliberately pursued unique dressing, her clothes were rigorous and dignified, even more exquisite than those of noble ladies; the red dress was neither loose nor tight, just right to reveal two distinct collarbones under her snow-white neck, while strictly protecting the shoulders on both sides and the rise and fall below.

Her dark golden hair was neatly gathered into two buns on the sides of her head, and on top of her head was a leaf crown made of soft gold, which set off her azure blue eyes.

She is proud and beautiful, even too proud and too beautiful. She meets all the stereotypes of elves that humans have, and is also enough to carry the beautiful illusions that humans have about elves.

She is the most beautiful woman in the world, a pure-blooded elf, the leader of the only remaining elves on the continent, and a high-level warlock - Francesca Findaby.

Seeing the leader coming, Iorveth walked quickly to her side, lowered his head and whispered something.

Francesca frowned slightly, glanced around, and finally stopped at House.

Iorveth continued talking for a long time before Francesca nodded.

Iorveth let out a long sigh and walked to House again: "Knight Lanewich, please take us to see Duke Lannister."

…

"In front of you is the Lion of the North, the Dragon Slayer, the Sword of the Dawn, the Griffin Knight of the Lady of the Lake, the Monster Slayer, the Grand Master of the Witcher Order, the Duke of Cintra - Lann Lannister Rhaanron."

The above sentence should have been reported.

But Lane knew that today's meeting with Francesca might involve a lot of content that is not suitable to be made public now, so he decided to make this meeting a private meeting for the time being.

Francesca had the same idea.

Therefore, the meeting place was set in the conference hall, and the guards were dismissed, with only a few confidants present.

Therefore, the above not-so-long title lyrics could not be spoken.

This also saved Iorveth from the dilemma he faced. After all, he could only think of one answer: "She is Francesca Findaby, the leader of the elves."

At most, she could be called "Daisy of the Valley." But compared to Lann, she was much weaker, and her innate momentum in negotiations was weaker.

"The palace under our feet was once the palace of the elves." This was the first sentence Francesca said when she saw Lan.

"And Lord Lannister." She looked at Lann first, then at Ciri, "and Her Majesty Cirilla, both have elven blood in their bodies."

The arrogance in her eyes was retracted a little, and turned into expectation: "Son of the ancient bloodline."

My goodness, is this how all elves talk?

Lann didn't say anything, but just looked at an oil painting hanging on the wall.

A bright emerald flame suddenly ignited on the painting, startling Iorveth so much that he subconsciously stood in front of Francesca.

The soul in the painting appears wearing a black Gothic skirt, with a cold and gloomy temperament.

And seeing her appearance, Ciri straightened her chest slightly.

The negotiations were chaired by Lann, and Ciri began to think divergently: Francesca is indeed stunningly beautiful, but now Alice has also come out, and she and her together... should be able to compete with the elf in front of her who always holds her chin high, right?

On the other hand, even the well-informed ancient elves couldn't help but show surprise when they saw someone like Alice, and the coldness on Francesca's face collapsed for the first time.

Lann chuckled and took the oil painting Alice was holding. It depicted an elegant castle with bright and psychedelic colors. The viewer seemed to be able to travel through time and get a glimpse of the building's glory days through this painting.

"This is Loai Cid, one of the most beautiful of the ancient elven palaces. We have only glimpsed it from texts and poems. We have used our imagination and some extra help to restore it, and we hope it will match your memories."

Loai Cid is one of the few elven palaces that was not destroyed or occupied by humans, but was swallowed by natural disasters. Therefore, it is just right as a gift from humans to the elves.

Francesca was silent for a while, then sighed: "It is our eternal regret, and I am almost forgetting what it looks like."

"I apologize for any offense I may have caused you. You are indeed different from the other kings and nobles, Lord Lannister."

The most annoying thing about the elves is that they have been arrogant for thousands of years. They think they are a superior race and the former rulers of the continent.

They look upon humans just as humans look upon monkeys, and it is quite difficult to communicate with the elves.

After ancient humans discovered this, they chose steel and fire, and then all communication became smooth.

The elves are now squeezed at the junction of the north and the south, where they have to live in misery, without even an officially recognized gathering place. This is also the capital that Nilfgaard uses to buy off the elves.

And Lane’s starting point is the same.

He set the tone for the talks: "I hope that the Scoia'tael and the elves behind it can break away from Nilfgaard. What the Empire can give you, Cintra can also give you; what the Empire cannot give you, Cintra can still give you."

Francesca hid the contempt in her eyes very well.

"Son of the Ancient Bloodline... Thank you for your kindness. But Cintra has only just been liberated. The slogan of 'racial equality' you put forward in your country is very interesting. I have indeed seen halflings and dwarves living together with humans in your capital."

"But we, the Ain Sid tribe, will not join any country. We will form our own country."

Daisy of the Valley had one more thing left unsaid: the elves did not need "racial equality" from humans, and they never thought they needed to be "equal" to others.

"Equality" in the human kingdom is "inequality" to the proud elves.

However, although Francesca did not say it out loud, Lan fully understood the meaning.

He sneered in his heart but looked gentle on the surface.

It doesn't matter. It's just an initial test anyway. It would be best if we can abduct a group of people. If not, we have plan B.

If you don't want to be one of us, then become a spear in Cintra's hand.

Lann smiled and said, "What did Nilfgaard promise you? Will they give you the title of a vassal state after conquering the North? Or will they simply make you an 'elven province'?"

"I've said it before. I can give you what the Empire can give you, and I can also give you what the Empire can't give you - so I have a better proposal."

Lann snapped his fingers, Alice spread her hands, and a layer of bright emerald flames suddenly ignited on the conference table.

As the flames burned, the originally empty conference table suddenly showed colors, revealing the current map of the North.

Lann stretched out his hand and pointed at the map: "What do you think, let's make this the new home of the elves?"

Everyone looked attentively.

The lion's fingertips were like a sharp sword poking at the northeast corner of the northern map.

That is Kaedwen, the largest kingdom in the North and the most sparsely populated. There are many vast primeval forests, and in the east it borders the Blue Mountains, where many elves now live in seclusion.

Iorveth's eyes flashed with a sharp look. Kaedwen was the most brutal country against non-human races. It was the birthplace of the Scoia'tael.

For the first time, Francesca showed a look of surprise: "Son of the Ancient Bloodline, what do you mean?"

You are one of the rulers of the North, and now you want to help the elves kill another king?

The two elves in front of him were confused and uncertain, but the hatred and intention revealed in their eyes made Lann very satisfied.

"Kaedwen is a vast country with a sparse population, backward industry, and even many nomadic settlements. Compared with the other great powers in the North, it is the easiest for you elves to attack."

"Kaedwen is not my friend. Especially since they blatantly violated the treaty of the 'Northern Talks' and invaded Aedirn during their fight against Nilfgaard, which has created obstacles for us to fight against the South."

"Nilfgaard will definitely invade the North again in the future, and I want to stabilize the North before that. But Henselt is adamant, and that place is too far from Cintra, so I thought of you - the elves of the Blue Mountains."

"Don't tell me you never looked forward to this day." Lan looked at the leader of the Scoia'tael beside him.

Francesca frowned and wanted to say something, but Lan raised his hand to cover her mouth.

"I can also tell you that all the representatives of the North will hold another meeting on the island of Thanedd soon. I will attend, and I will propose at the meeting to impose sanctions on Kaedwen. This will plunge Kaedwen into unprecedented chaos, and this is also your opportunity."

"Will you go to Thaned Island in person?" Francesca's eyes suddenly lit up, then quickly went out.

She explained nonchalantly, "I am also a member of the Wizarding Society, and I know about this meeting. But each country will only send representatives, and the king will not go, right?"

Lann seemed not to notice Francesca's strange behavior and sat back next to Ciri. "I am only a duke now, and I am the only one who can send a representative of sufficient weight from Cintra. It will be more convincing if I go in person, right?"

Francesca was silent for a moment and looked up.

"You want a stable North? Henselt is not your friend? But we are elves, and how can you be sure that we can keep the North stable?"

Lann chuckled, pointed at himself, then pointed at Ciri: "Because we are the sons of the ancient bloodline. The kings of the North can only see the immediate interests and fight for the glory within a hundred years. But we all know that the real enemy is outside the world."

"I want to stabilize the situation in Cintra as soon as possible and relieve the rear. This way I can spare enough time to continue researching my abilities—"

Lan looked at Francesca and said word by word: "—to face the coming white frost and save the world."

This reason immediately elevated the purpose of the entire meeting to a higher level.

The elves were the ones who understood the deeper meaning of this and could not help but remain silent.

Lan looked at the elven sorceress, then at the male leader of the Scoia'tael.

"You still have concerns in your heart, worried that I will use you as a knife, right? Then I will add one more thing to you-"

"Cintra will send its elite to assassinate King Henselt of Kaedwen. Will this dispel your concerns and allow you to take action?"

Francesca looked up suddenly.

…

The Daisy of the Valley and the Lion of Cintra's right hands overlap, symbolizing that the Ancient Elves and the Sons of the Ancient Bloodline have officially reached an agreement.

It also determines the future of one of the craziest and most chaotic countries among the four major countries in the north.

At Lann's suggestion, Iorveth stayed in Cintra.

As one of the main leaders of the Scoia'tael, he is also a person that Lann and Francesca trust. He will be one of the main forces in the attack on Henselt.

He needs to discuss some details of the attack on Kaedwen with Cintra.

…

However, a few days later.

Lane's study.

Alice stood in front of Lann, with a scroll spread out on the table.

The scenery and characters above would move in time, just like the movies - or monitors - in Lan's previous life.

It's just that the painting style is particularly artistic.

This perspective shows one of the countless paintings Alice sent away.

Lane looked at the "Valley Daisy" Francesca in the oil painting, and another knight wearing skeleton armor, thoughtfully.

"House, help me call Iorveth over, the elf from the Scoia'tael."

"I have something good to show him."