Apprentices from each school formed teams, warlock students were non-staff members, and official witchers led the team. This system completely dispelled the concerns raised by Vesemir and others before.

If someone else had proposed a system so different from tradition, the witchers might have really thought about it carefully; but since it was Lann who proposed it, no one had any objections.

Kolgrim even laughed: "I wonder which teams will be assigned female students - wouldn't this increase instability in the team?"

Lann glanced at him and said, "Then I'll arrange for you to have male students from Ban Ade?"

"don't want."

"I think you are planning to rob the company!"

Although the students who graduated from the Warlock Academy were "students", they were different from the demon hunter apprentices who were only in their teens. Warlock students were students who had studied in the academy for more than ten years or even decades, but they were still young under the influence of magic.

She is old enough to be the grandmother of a witcher's apprentice.

By the way, the male sorcerer apprentices in Cintra are all younger nowadays. This is because Aretuza used to have strict examinations and easy admissions, while Ban Ader has many students who graduate hastily or even drop out.

Lann chuckled. "This group of apprentices was hastily sent out for training in order to 'stabilize the situation in the North'. When they grow up, I also plan to continue this model and have the apprentices form teams to garrison in various regions, and conduct a one-year demon hunter commission as a [Mountain Trial] assessment."

The demon hunters nodded one after another: "If the effect is good this time, then there will be no problem with this mode in the future."

Lambert suddenly asked, "What is the attitude of the various countries in the North towards demon hunters now?"

The demon hunters were able to receive courtesy in Cintra, and they had hardly gone out for a stroll in recent years. But who among you has not traveled in the North and been bullied?

"I have already discussed this with them at the Cintra Conference." Lann would naturally not make any mistakes on this. "The demon hunters who go out are an independent team outside of Cintra and have no political identity."

"But each country needs to give demon hunters the courtesy and treatment of a 'knight' level. If the previous situation happens again, then Cintra will step in, and so will I, and at the same time, no more demon hunters will be stationed in their area in the future."

"At first, some kings looked unimpressed. But now, three years later..." Lann chuckled, "Many countries are urging us to send support to their countries as soon as possible, and even took the initiative to build [Witcher Stations] in many minor cities - they thought I was deliberately holding these apprentices hostage."

Vesemir shook his head. “How do they know how hard it is to train as a witcher? It’s only been three years.”

Geralt smiled. "But these apprentices will have a much better life than we did."

"They may not be able to get the training we did in the past." Kelda looked up and sighed, "But this is also the purpose of our efforts to revive the school and rebuild the sect, right?"

The demon hunters all smiled. They looked through the proposals in front of them again and voted to pass them.

Afterwards, they each began to arrange the finishing work of the subsequent training, make plans, and organize the roster to coordinate with the Warlock Group for the subsequent arrangements of the [Green Grass Trial] and [Dream Trial].

"By the way, Lan, how are the training of those Lion School apprentices you hid going?" Lei Suo suddenly asked, "They have been trying to control griffins since last year, right? Can they conduct aerial combat now?"

"What do you mean by 'hiding'?" Lann smiled and shook his head. "But they did start trying to ride griffins last year..."

A long while passed like this.

After finishing their business talk, all the witchers gathered together for a rare occasion and naturally began to talk about their recent life situations.

The topic ranged from the usual anecdotes of training to the new kinds of monsters that appeared during this period of celestial sphere convergence;

Kaiyan boasted about the latest show in Novigrad featuring him, while Lambert meanly strayed from the story of Eskar and the Night Demon to the review of the latest entertainment venue in Cintra...

The wine jug on the table was soon empty.

Just as Kolgrim was patting his chest and calling on Oaks and Serrit to bring another barrel of wine over, a crisp "dong dong" sound suddenly came from outside the meeting room.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a slim, heroic and capable figure rushed in hurriedly.

Ciri greeted everyone with a smile, and then the smile on her face faded. When her eyes moved to Lann, her face had completely turned serious.

Lambert laughed evilly, stood up and was about to speak -

“If you dare to address me as ‘Her Majesty the Queen’, I will order all taverns in Cintra to ban you from entering when I get back,” Ciri interrupted.

Lambert's smile faltered and he turned back to look at Geralt.

Bai Lang spread his hands and made a helpless expression as if saying "I can't control her either".

…

Ciri put her hands on her hips, showing off her figure which had completely grown into what Lann remembered over the past three years.

Now she is half a palm taller than Yennefer and Triss, with well-proportioned limbs, slender yet agile. She still doesn't like to wear skirts, and often wears leather armor that can show off her curves, and of course, she also wears decorative accessories arranged by the old butler.

Now she lives in the palace all year round. Although she has never slacked off in sword training and even occasionally goes out for actual combat, the housekeepers and warlocks still insist on using various nourishing products and even magic potions to protect her skin, which makes Ciri's skin look like silk.

Every time Yennefer and Ens looked at Ciri, they were satisfied as if they were appreciating a work of art.

She still wears the wolf head badge on her chest, and her private temperament is more like that of a free little she-wolf than a majestic lioness.

Now she was staring at Lann with her emerald eyes, with the aura of a wolf.

"Um...I..." Even Lan En stuttered a little, "Did I miss something again?"

Ciri tilted her head and motioned for Lan to pick up her memo.

Then Lan's face began to change rapidly, like a scalded shrimp.

"Damn it!" Lan screamed.

"That's right." Ciri said sternly, "You should have tried on your wedding dress an hour ago."

…

May 1, 1269 was an important day for Sintra.

This day is the traditional May Festival every year. People will start burning fir trunks into a bonfire on the night of April 31st, and encourage young people to dance around the bonfire to improve their luck and celebrate the ancient natural rebirth cycle. The carnival will continue until the early hours of the next day.

At the same time, this day is also the birthday of Queen Cirilla Fiona Iren Rayann of Cintra.

However, this year's May Day, the people of Sintra did not have a party, but were busy preparing for a new celebration.

After today, May 1st will also take on new meaning for the people of Sintra.

"Nervous?" Easter helped Lan adjust the buttons of his cloak and straighten the small golden lion-shaped thing.

"It's hard for me to say I'm not nervous, dear uncle." Lan looked at himself in the mirror with a stiff face.

The young man in the mirror was a head taller than the King of the Islands beside him, with a tall and upright figure; his smooth and solid muscles stretched out the red dress with black stripes on his body, like a silent lion.

His half-long blond hair was neatly combed back. The old butler first brought a gold headband inlaid with red agate, gestured for a while, shouted "too redundant", shook his head and gave up, turned around and called his grandson Hardy to bring incense and scented oil to prepare to play with it.

The action is in full swing.

"You're right to be nervous." Ester nodded seriously, "After all, you're going to be the king of Cintra from today."

Lann glanced at Easter in the mirror with empty eyes, and saw the other person laughing.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. After all, the way you look now is so rare." The former king of Cintra shook his head.

Lan took a deep breath. After Easter's interruption, he did feel a little relieved.

"Would you really not consider standing behind me during the oath?" After thinking for a moment, Lann asked again, "I want you to hand me the cloak for the bride."

Easter smiled and shook his head: "Geralt would like this elder role very much. Poets also like to sing stories of destiny."

Seeing Lann's face stiffen again, Easter sighed and said, "Besides, I am the king of Skellige now. This kind of occasion is not suitable for me... But I do prefer to watch the ceremony from below as a witness."

As he said this, Easter touched the ring on his ring finger that he had never taken off, and looked at Lan with more emotion in his eyes.

The butlers and etiquette officers prepared in an orderly manner.

“Dang——” “Dang——” “Dang——” “Dang——”

Outside came the first loud and solemn bell, and the eleventh bell continued. More and more people gathered around the palace, and the lively noise was even heard by Lann in the house.

Lane knew the time was now.

Enns stepped aside to allow Easter to check Lane's clothes one last time.

"Go ahead. My beloved and I will watch over you and bless you."

The ceremonial officer served at Lan's side and followed him carefully to the main gate of the palace.

Fresh and warm air and roaring cheers poured in. The crowd quieted down for a moment when they saw Lan appear, and then became more excited like boiling oil with cold water added.

"Lord Lannister!"

"The Lion of Cintra!"

"We offer you our most sincere blessings! May you and Her Majesty Cirilla be forever in love!"

Lann did not smile at the citizens as usual, but had a serious look on his face. In front of him, hundreds of soldiers stood in pairs to form a path for him.

These soldiers were wearing shiny new armor, all of which were glazed ceremonial armor just a month ago. They wore red silk cloaks over their armor, and when they saw Lan coming, they drew their swords tied with ribbons at their waists and raised them above their heads, crossing them.

A steel archway over a hundred meters long was formed in front of Lann.

The people's cheers became more enthusiastic, and Lan took a deep breath and walked into the passage. With each step he took, the soldiers behind him would drop their swords, and the ribbons on the blades would spread to the ground.

They walked all the way to the end, and arrived at the square in front of the palace. There were red carpets under their feet. Mossack and Geralt looked at Lann with a smile at the end, and a ceremonial officer stood behind them.

Geralt saw Lann approach him and smiled, revealing two rows of teeth whiter than his hair.

"Today I am your elder." Geralt was filled with emotion.

"Shut up." Lann twitched his lips. "Only today."

"You two." Mossak shook his head, but couldn't suppress the smile on his face. "Be careful, they are coming."

The cheers of the crowd rose to a new level, almost breaking through the clouds in the sky.

…

"I called a few druid friends over." Mossak looked at Lann and whispered, "Don't worry, there won't be a cloud in the sky today."

…

Compared to Lann who passed through the "arch" alone, there was a sea of ​​flowers where Ciri walked through. Dozens of flower girls surrounded her, singing simple and joyful tunes.

The flowers were spread all the way to the red carpet, and the flower girls dispersed, revealing Ciri who was being led by Yennefer.

"She's so beautiful." Geralt exclaimed behind Lann.

…

Lan's mind went blank for a while.

It was not until Ciri came closer that a thought slowly occurred to Lan: She was finally wearing a skirt again.

Lane briefly lost the ability to think, but the others did not.

Mossak had been waiting for this day for an unknown amount of time. He admired for a while Lann's dazed expression and Ciri's gradually rosy face, ears, and neck.

Geralt was doing the same thing. It took him a long time to start fulfilling his duties for the day. He slowly asked, "Who is coming?"

The one who answered was Yennefer, who was also wearing a white hollow dress today, which was rare. It was hard to tell whether Geralt's admiration just now was directed at Ciri or her.

"Cirilla of Cintra is here to be married. She is the daughter of Pavetta, heiress to the Cintra royal family, and now the Queen of Cintra. Who will marry her?"

"I, Lann of Cintra, son of Lannister, will marry her," Lann heard himself say.

His slightly dry lips opened and closed without any control, and his throat vibrated spontaneously as he uttered, "Who will give her up?"

"Yennefer of Vengerberg, the adoptive mother to whom her fate depends." Yennefer's voice inexplicably became dry for a moment.

Yennefer's heart was pounding. She took a deep breath and turned around: "Ms. Cirilla, are you willing to accept this man?"

"I do." Lan heard Ciri say softly, her voice like the gurgling spring water that had just melted in Kaer Morhen.

The people of Cintra had long since stopped talking and were watching this scene eagerly. Even a fly that flew by would be swatted to death silently.

A ceremonial officer stepped forward, and Geralt took the cloak from him and handed it to Lann; Yennefer also took one and handed it to Ciri.

Ciri lowered her head slightly, allowing Lann to cover her shoulders with the cloak in a gentle and caring manner.

"Did you re-stitch it? It looks much more refined now." Lann suddenly said as he looked at the griffin mane dotted with red gems on the cloak.

"Shut up and don't talk too much." Ciri gently covered Lann with a griffin cloak, the reddish-brown feathers on it fluttering in the wind.

"Okay. Sorry."

Mossak cleared his throat and cast a spell on himself, making his voice loud enough for every Cintrian and foreign guest watching the ceremony to hear.

“Here, under the Three Lions of Sintra, in the presence of the ancestors of Sintra, and the people of the world, the bride and groom are united in marriage.”

The old druid's eyes gave Lann a slight signal, and he took Ciri's hand, interlocking their fingers, and there was a cool yet warm warmth coming from them.

The druid then took the ribbon from the ceremonial officer's toband and wrapped the two people's clasped hands together.

"From now on, they will be one in body, mind, and soul - forever." The ribbon was loose, but Lan felt Ciri's hand was holding it tightly.

Mossak took a step back and said, "Please look at each other and recite the oath."

This was an oath that had been practiced countless times. Lan lowered his head slightly and looked into the moist green eyes that were so close to him, and said softly.

Ciri's voice also sounded at the same time.

"With this kiss, we give our love; with this vow, we give our hearts."

"I will be his (her) and he (she) will be mine."

"From today on, I will not stop until I die."

…

Seeing the two young men's faces pressed together, the crowd erupted in unprecedented excitement. Even the restoration ceremony at that time was not as enthusiastic as this one, which was about to overturn the sky.

Geralt and Yennefer stepped aside, looking at each other with emotion.

He suddenly lowered his head and met Yennefer's violet eyes.

He suddenly felt like he had something to say.

"You smell so good."

Yennefer frowned slightly: "Geralt, we are at Ciri and Lann's wedding."

"Well, you smell really good at your wedding."

The sorceress frowned, but couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

…

Mossak's bearded face began to ripple, but he had one last step to do.

He took a crown from the ceremonial officer, which attracted everyone's attention.

Even the cheering crowd stopped again.

He gently picked up the crown that carried tens of thousands of gazes, moved it into the air, and finally put it on Lann's head.

He turned around, opened his arms, and let his voice reach everyone's ears under the power of magic.

"Now, cheer as much as you can!"

"For our Queen Cirilla, and King Ran!"