Lann frowned and pushed the door open with a loud noise, attracting the attention of everyone in the house.

"Your king has done something even more stupid now, Baron." Lann whispered, "I met the king's army of Nastrog outside. They attacked the Cintra caravan and put the blame on the tree spirits. They seemed to need you and the princess to die.

Therefore, Weiden is now an enemy in my eyes.”

"So watch your words and talk less, Your Excellency the Baron. Save your energy and recover more, because you will need it."

There were three people in the room, two of whom were strangers Lan had never seen before, one sitting and one lying down.

The third person was Ciri, now rushing towards Lan.

Just as Ciri's body flew over here, the familiar system prompt sounded at the same time:

[Mission - Princess in Distress - Completed]

At this moment, Lann felt relieved. Nothing happened to Ciri, and her fate returned to its original trajectory.

All that would be fine from now on is for everything to go on normally, and he could relax and use this opportunity to get other things he wanted.

"Lane!" Ciri threw herself into a familiar arms, her tense nerves finally relaxed. Only then did she finally feel scared. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time surged up in one breath, and her little body trembled and began to cry.

This is what a normal little princess looks like, Geralt thought.

The wolf-faction demon hunter looked at Lan. The man in front of him was tall and had a calm temperament, but his facial lines still looked a little immature. He was no more than eighteen years old, maybe even younger.

He was very handsome, even too handsome, with golden hair that seemed to attract the sun. With a cold armor and such a face, he was definitely a weapon to capture those noble ladies.

It's hard to judge his strength since I haven't fought him, and I can't see his muscles because he's wearing armor, but the fact that he can break in here alone proves a lot.

On the other side, Lann comforted Ciri softly, while also taking the time to look at the two people in the room.

There is nothing much to say about the one on the ground, Baron Freixenet, the leader of Weiden's wedding procession. An unimportant supporting role.

As for the other—Lane studied him carefully.

He had milky white hair, a handsome but weathered face, and a scar on his left eye socket that barely hurt his eye, which added a fierceness to his handsome face. His eyes were amber cat pupils, strange, deep and melancholy, and he had a kind of indifference to everything.

He carried two swords, an alchemical backpack, and a wolf-head necklace. He wore a close-fitting black leather armor with mail-style reinforcements on his shoulders, arms, chest, and abdomen, which enhanced his defense as much as possible without affecting his flexibility. His strong muscles supported the armor.

A noble lady who has been raised in seclusion may hesitate to take a risk with this slightly dangerous appearance. But in the eyes of those ladies with a little experience, this is a walking hormone, and it is not surprising that he will become a pile driver semi-passively in the future.

In the future, his story will be compiled into poetry by his poet friends and circulated for centuries, becoming important research material for historians, mystics and writers.

Before your eyes is: the true protagonist of the Witcher series, the witch pile driver, the gambler god of Gwent, the future legendary witcher of the Wolf School, now nicknamed "White Wolf" - Geralt of Rivia.

He has the personality of most decent protagonists. He looks cold but has a warm heart, although this heat is hidden deep in his heart due to the indifference of the mainland. He only opens his heart to a few people. He is humorous when he is with friends, shows sympathy to the weak, is loyal and reliable to his comrades and is not afraid of sacrifice.

It's just that Geralt hasn't grown into his future perfect form yet. He still has a long period of confusion before he adopts Ciri and redeems her. Even though Geralt's actual age is over 90 years old.

Ciri finally vented her grievances and fears, but children's emotions come and go quickly.

Seeing Lann's eyes meet Geralt's in mid-air, she became interested and began to introduce Lann happily:

"Lann, this is Geralt of Rivia. He was the one who protected me from the tree spirits during this period. He also saved me from the mouth of a huge centipede. He also said that he is a witcher, Lan. It's the witcher that Mossack mentioned in class!"

Ciri tried to stretch out her arms, even though her short arms could not reach the length of the giant centipede. Then she buried her head in Lann's arms and said in a voice that only two people could hear:

"He said he was Geralt of Rivia. Granny and Mossack both mentioned him. He was that Geralt."

Lan nodded to indicate that he knew, and then thanked Geralt. Even if Geralt would be Ciri's adoptive father in the future, he was still an outsider to Lan and Ciri now.

"Thank you for taking care of Ciri during this time, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt waved his hand. “She’s a very clever kid—she even gave me a fake name.”

The demon hunter lowered his head and laughed secretly. He was on guard against everyone except children. Who would have thought that he would be tricked by a child today? But this would not affect him. The demon hunter just thought it was interesting.

Baron Freixenet seemed to have digested the news brought by Lann and accepted the fact that he had been politically abandoned by King Weiden, or he had expected it. Now that it was confirmed, he felt relieved.

"Monster hunter." Freixenet tried to join the conversation. He felt that he needed to say something to ease the mood. "This child has seen a demon hunter for the first time. It was not like this in our time. Nowadays, there are not many demon hunters. You may never see one in your life."

Ciri seemed a little dissatisfied with Freixenet's interruption in their conversation. After taking a look at the injured baron, she remembered something interesting.

"Lane, did you know that Freixenet was cursed by a witch and turned into a cormorant, the kind that likes to eat fish? It was Geralt who turned him back into a human."

Lann touched Ciri's head and responded, "I've heard this story in the tavern. It's about Baron Freixenet of Weyden. But the story says that he turned into a swan and had ten brothers. It was the sweater knitted by his sister that turned them all back into humans. This version seems more romantic..."

"Damn romance, damn story!" Freixenet seemed very dissatisfied with the adaptation of the story. "Ten brothers, plus my sister and me, doesn't that mean my mother gave birth to twelve? Did those rumor mongers take my mother for a rabbit?"

The witcher and Ciri both laughed happily.

Freixenet was cursing here. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of two figures walking into the hut, and he stopped talking immediately.