Chapter 602: 604 Lann of Sintra

Chapter 602: 604 Lann of Sintra

Chapter 602 604. The Lann of Cintra

What is this? Haxo just asked you to give me this and thats it?

Lan En asked the little scribe, but since he handed over the tome, he has been stunned, as if a piece of his heart has been ripped out.New novel chapters are published on

Subsequently, Lan pulled out a letter from the middle of the tome.

The signature is Hacksaw and the recipient is Lane.

At this time, Geralt, Gerd, Dandelion and Ciri also came over. They looked at what Lan was holding in confusion and confusion.

The fifty-nine soldiers around him seemed to have had their bones ripped out the moment Lincoln handed over his notepad.

Everyone's originally stretched bodies collapsed in an instant, and the crossbows and swords in their hands dropped.

Lan En glanced at the warriors silently, and then opened the envelope of the letter.

"Dear Master Lan En, I am very happy to say goodbye to you and your companions in this way. On behalf of everyone in the refugee group, I would like to thank you for your contribution and dedication to this small team since the beginning of the war. This kindness cannot be repaid by the people of Sintra.

"Of course, if things really develop as I planned, you must now feel that I am gloating about my misfortune. At least Master Dandelion would be so mocking. I have listened to many of his poems, and he would probably be like this. made."

The man next to him looked at Dandelion, and these glances made him shake his head awkwardly.

"I must express my sincere apologies to you and your companions, Master Lane. Because when Lincoln handed this letter to you, it meant that he had deemed that your future route would no longer involve the refugee group."

"And this also means that the despicable means I used did eventually drive you and your companions out."

In this, I must have taken advantage of the poor people in the refugee group, making them suspicious, dark and selfish, and then letting their darkness sting people like you who are helping me.

"I have no choice and I dare not ask for your forgiveness. My wisdom can only support me to come up with such a despicable method."

"Because I have known your character for a long time, and Master Geralt and Master Gerd have also shown their noble character in their long-term cooperation. I know very well that conventional methods are not enough for you to abandon us burdens and Weak."

You will definitely **** us, this group of burdens, beyond the national border, you will. Therefore, we must be the ones who drive you away.

Its definitely not a good feeling to be driven away by the people you rescued. But I have no other choice, because in the end, not many people in the refugee group will survive.

"In my most optimistic estimate, among these more than a thousand people, no more than fifty will survive. Because the Battle of Soden I mentioned in my previous speech ended two days ago. , and we failed. The North failed."

Reading this, everyones eyes widened.

Lan En looked away from the letter and looked at Lincoln. The half-grown man just lowered his head and sobbed without any expression.

"This decision is not easy, Master Lann. Because the angry Nilfgaardians will definitely use the most cruel means to execute us, which makes my conscience uneasy, but there is no other way. After all, this is war."

So I could only pray to the gods again, day and night. I prayed that they would only punish my soul.

"The sixty soldiers I sent out are all good guys. They have more hope of survival than others, so I asked them to follow you, while I will lead the refugee group to advance with great fanfare to attract attention. I hope you dont mind.

"Stuart was supposed to be in there, but I don't know whether to be happy or sad. After he learned about my plan, he decided to join me. He was originally a good boy who was polite and loved to laugh, but recently he has I dont smile much, which is also my failure as a father.

"What I should explain to you and your companions has been said in this letter. I feel ashamed to say that I gave you a commission, but with my current financial resources and my status that no longer exists, I really have nothing to give you. From the three masters. Just a little gift on the last page of the notepad.

"So it's an entrustment, but how about treating it as an entrustment from a friend? I don't know if I'm qualified to be a friend of the masters. I hope this is not my wishful thinking."

"I apologize to you again, I let you see and feel the miserable side of the people of Sintra. But please don't blame those poor refugees. We are all just mortals, hesitating and hesitating in this war. Stuart and I were just a little braver than them."

The people of Sintra are not that bad. I am looking forward to the roar and sorrow before death, and I also hope to wake up more of them. We people of Sintra are all very brave people.

"It's really strange. In the days when I was stable and wealthy, I never seemed to care much about them. But after these days, I discovered that we are actually the same people."

"Oh, if Her Majesty the Queen knew that I called myself a 'brave man', she would definitely laugh at me, right? In her mouth, I have never been a standard Sintra good man. But what about her? She doesn't have it now. Fa laughed at me."

"Farewell, Master Lane. Farewell, my old friend, Geralt. Farewell, Master Ged, Dandelion. And..."

"Farewell, little Xili. I watched your mother be born, grow up, get married, and then give birth to you. I took care of the royal family for three generations. I thought I could still take care of you when you get married."

I just hope that during the final contact, you were not frightened by the smile on my face.

At the end of the letter are the autographs of Hackthal and Stewart, as well as the ring seals.

In the final attachment, they sincerely explained what the witchers had done in the refugee group, and they tried their best to refute all the slander and discrimination against witchers in the market.

Claims that he has never met anyone more humane than the three master witchers.

Lan En closed the letter indifferently and opened the last page of the notepad.

There is a coat of arms of Sintra printed on it, a lion coat of arms on a blue background.

The coat of arms is exquisite and elegant, and some clichs are written where the coat of arms is printed.

In recognition of the virtue, honor and loyalty you have shown to the crown, I, Calanthe, Queen of Cintra recognized by the gods, by my right and privilege, do hereby knight you. Serve us faithfully. With this sword, I will no longer suffer pain.

The signature indicates the name of the person who was canonized

Lane of Sintra.