Chapter 603: 605 I don’t admit it

Chapter 603: 605 I don’t admit it

Chapter 603 605. I dont admit it

Heraldry is a very important subject in the Western aristocracy and national system. A small coat of arms may be filled with complicated bloodlines, kinship, and territorial relationships.

Haxor is the royal steward of Cintra and has served Queen Calanthe with all his heart and soul. In the field of heraldry of Sintra no more expert existed.

Even all the royal letters were written by him before.

So the coat of arms he wrote in this letter and on the last appendix of the notebook are all documents that comply with regulations, laws and traditions. You don't even need to sort it out, you can put it directly into the archives of any country and keep it for archiving.

He has long thought of the widespread reputation and discrimination of witchers on the mainland.

He thought about the trouble that might occur when the witcher crawled out from the dead and brought this notepad to look for the kings.

Demon hunters cannot be trusted. They are heartless monsters. Everyone is dead and they are the only ones alive. Can we still believe the words of people who are just living an ignoble existence? , Its better to believe in the civilization of the Nilfgaardians than to believe in the demon hunters and so on.

And before all this possibility happened, he paved the way for the witchers with his careful preparation.

Heraldry is the proof of his identity and knowledge. Now, he handed this certificate to the three witchers.

After reading the letter, there was a dead silence around, no one spoke, no one even breathed loudly.

Then, Lan En carefully folded the letter paper in his hand and put it back into the large notepad.

Now, Im a knight?

His voice was gentle and calm, with no emotion audible.New novel chapters are published on

Lincoln, who finally held back his tears, wiped his face with his sleeves and nodded with sobs.

"Yes, Ser Lane. By the will of Queen Calanthe of Cintra, your fiefdom will be in."

No, theres no need to say these meaningless words anymore.

Lan En closed the tome with a snap.

This is not a notebook, it is a record of the war from Hacksaws perspective. A record of what the Nilfgaardian invaders did in this land.

Hands the war record back to Lincoln with his broad palm.

Take it, Clerk.

The half-grown boy took it again in a daze, but then his expression changed drastically.

The dazed expression became sharp and serious. The boy, whose height did not even reach Lan En's chest, looked at the giant with questioning eyes without giving in.

Im not like you, everyone.

He reiterated it again.

With the pounding of the heartbeat almost audible to the ears, wisps of white smoke were escaping from the corners of Lan En's mouth, and a heavy and inexplicable pressure began to spread.

The forest, which was full of dead branches and leaves, and seemed to be dead, suddenly made a rustling sound.

Some small animals that were still active in winter began to flee away from here in a panic.

You have been saying that the military is the greatest form of violence.

All of you think that this sentence makes so much sense and is simply irrefutable truth. But.

I dont accept this common sense.

At the end of leaving, Lan En glanced behind him.

With just one glance, everyone felt like they had taken less of a breath.

Those are not eyes like those of a cat or a snake.

Geralt was keenly aware of the difference in feeling, because he had seen such eyes before. On a dragon!

Gede also started to pack things, and everyone present knew what he was going to do as soon as they saw the way he was packing.

Its not about fleeing for safety anyway.

He wont let us follow.

Geralt said softly.

He named you. Gede calmly adjusted the buckles on his armor and fired back. "He didn't say I couldn't follow, so it's none of my business. That's it."

The corners of Geralt's mouth twitched, and after a while he said: "Fuck you, both of them are like this."

Ever since Geralt came into contact with Lan, he always had a vague feeling that this guy was a little different from himself.

It's not a physical difference. It's too obvious. If you don't notice it, you'd be a fool. It's a difference in thinking.

Today, this sense of difference has reached its greatest and clearest

I am going to do something that I think is right and must be done, and you are telling me how many people want to stop me and kill me on this inevitable road. Does this have anything to do with me?

It was obviously the Nilfgaardian army, and it swept across the military group of the entire country of Cintra.

But in Lan En's body, he still couldn't see any hesitation caused by this.