The businessman fell to the ground at once, and Lann threw away the remaining handle in his hand with a fierce look in his eyes.

"You make money in my country, and yet you dare to speak ill of my country? If you think you can make money anywhere, then get out of Sintra!"

There was a sudden deafening cheer in the pub, and the half-drunk guests smashed their wine glasses against the table, spilling the wine everywhere.

"Long live Cintra!"

"Hail to the triumph of our hero, Lord Lannister!"

"No, no, no," Lane shouted, "I'm not a hero."

"No one of you can be missing from protecting Cintra. You, my friends, are the real heroes of Cintra!"

The bar was so crowded that the roof was about to be blown off by the noise; the bard plucked the strings of his harp and sang a new song with a passionate tune.

People outside looked inside curiously, wondering why the bar was so lively before nightfall.

Then more people joined in and cheered.

Amid the enthusiastic cheers, Lan turned around. His face, which had just been smiling modestly, suddenly became expressionless.

Lann turned around and grabbed the heads of several city defense soldiers and said:

"I remember I taught you when you can fight and when you can't, and where you can fight and where you can't - didn't I say that?"

The soldiers who had just been excited by Lann calmed down instantly. They looked at each other and nodded.

"Very well, I suppose I did. Then--"

Lann turned to look at the bar owner, pointed at a few soldiers and said, "The money they spend on drinking tonight will be charged to my account. They can drink as much as they want. Then don't sell them any more alcohol for a month. Tell other bars to do the same. I said so."

The bar owner smiled and nodded.

"Oh, yes." Lane pointed to the soldier who had hit the man. "The broken cup and the glass of wine will be charged to him."

The bar owner smiled and nodded.

"Cherish your last bar meal. You won't have any rest for the rest of this month."

The few soldiers didn't dare to argue, they rushed to the front of the bar, surrounded the boss, raised their glasses and started pouring drink into their mouths as if they had never drunk alcohol in their life.

Lan tilted his head to signal the merchant who was bending over and trying to sneak out of the tavern, and said to Ace: "He can leave, but Cintra's things must stay in Cintra."

The arrow attendant nodded in agreement and turned to leave.

Geralt ordered a beer and drank it while watching the show. When he saw Lann coming back, he said, "I finally understand why you are so famous, Earl Lannister of Cintra."

"Don't call me that, or I won't pay for your drinks."

Geralt's amber cat eyes suddenly shone brightly: "Will you pay for my wine?"

At this time, the minstrel finally finished the song, and the atmosphere in the tavern was heated up to a peak. He walked to the bar surrounded by praises and cheers and bowed slightly to Lan.

Lan pointed at the bard and said to the boss, "Give him a glass of wine, too."

"Thank you, Lord Lannister," the bard said. "My name is Milo Glass. I have long heard of you."

When the bard spoke, he crossed his fingers in front of his chest, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, his speech speed was neither fast nor slow, and his posture was dignified.

Lan looked him up and down. "Thank you for your righteous words, Mr. Glass. I will tell the merchants not to spread this matter, otherwise you will lose business after leaving Cintra."

Milo bowed slightly and thanked him, “Don’t worry about it, I am also a businessman besides being a bard.

Businessmen are not supposed to slander the land that feeds them, that's the rule. He broke the rule, so I hope he gets punished, that's all."

"Who would do business with merchants if everyone doesn't follow the rules?"

Lan looked at him in surprise, surprised that a traveling merchant in this era could still say such words. But perhaps it was precisely because he could say such words that he had to be reduced to working as a bard as a part-time job.

The bar owner handed over a glass of wine with a smile and said, "Milo just came here two days ago. After coming to the tavern, he has been singing your father and your poems, which has brought a lot of business to my tavern. He has always wanted to meet you in person, and today his wish has come true."

Lan looked carefully at Milo Glass in front of him.

As a bard, he is not handsome enough, with unshaven beard, sparse hair, and a flute on his waist in addition to the lute; as a businessman, he seems a little down and out, with tattered clothes and two badly worn shoulder bags slung across his body.

"Now that you've seen me, what next?"

"I don't mean anything else. I just admire you for a long time and want to see what kind of knight the prototype of the poem is. I should leave Cintra in two days."

Geralt, who was sitting at the side, suddenly interrupted: "You don't look like a businessman, nor do you look like a bard. You don't fit in with their feelings. You look more like a down-and-out noble or the descendant of a wealthy person who fled."

Milo smiled slightly: "Living in this world, everyone has their own difficulties."

Lan nodded and stopped paying attention to the merchant poet. He remembered that Geralt had a bard friend who passed down his good name to future generations.

It's not a bad thing to have a poet fan.

Putting the matter behind him, Lane asked the hotel owner about the time.

After learning the result, he said to Geralt: "I have to go to the palace first. When I return to Cintra, I have to meet the queen and say hello. Do you want to go with me to see Mossak and Ciri?"

Geralt shook his head. "I'm not going to the palace."

Lann said he understood, and threw a cloth bag embroidered with vines and leaves to Sword and House, saying, "Take my guests to have a good tour of Sintra."

Then he pointed to the traveling poet Milo and said to the boss, "His wine should be charged to my account too."

Milo Glass bowed to Lann in thanks.

Lann walked towards the door, and with every step he took, cheers such as "Long live Lannister" and "The pride of Cintra" rang out.

He knew that all this was just an illusion and would soon be crushed by the iron hoofs of Nilfgaard.

He has been in this country for a year and has received many flowers and praises from the people here.

He was worried: just like he had just smashed the merchant after hearing the insulting words about Cintra, in addition to acting according to his own plan to create a persona and win people's hearts, he was actually really angry at that moment.

After the Nilfgaardian invasion, can he really escape peacefully as planned?

Lann walked and thought all the way until he stepped out of the tavern and the sunlight shone on him again.

The door closed and House shook the cloth bag in his hand, which produced a pleasant sound of coins colliding.

"Take the guests for a good stroll"? The two servants looked at each other and nodded in tacit agreement.