Chapter 978: 960your savings

Chapter 978 960. Your savings

After listening to the description of the lady in the lake with a funny expression as if watching a play, Lan En also knew that the goddess did not care about the people coming and going on Lake Vizima.

As long as she doesn't want to, then even if the Temerians turn over Black Tern Island, or even drain Lake Vizima, they still won't be able to see the true form of the goddess.

“Then I won’t do anything.”

Lann spread his hands and shrugged.

The goddess nodded indifferently.

“Of course, I also want to see how many more creative ideas they can express.”

The witcher shook his head at the goddess' amusement.

Based on the performance on Lake Vizima, Lan knew that they had basically figured out the belief in the Lady in the Lake on Black Tern Island.

An image of a **** who upholds the spirit of chivalry.

Hence why drama-like plots are staged around Lake Vizima.

“Hello to you, Gatiss.”

Just like during the previous wars, even within the Nilfgaardian army, weren't there any tragic sacrifices among tens of thousands of people?

A warrior who died without upholding the glorious spirit of chivalry?

But these people will not receive blessings and favors, because this is a war between humans.

“You actually remember my name?!”

In the series of actions before that, the five virtues of knighthood were demonstrated in him.

The only ones left who can still show the spirit of chivalry are the loners.

After entering the village, the witcher found that this originally dirty little fishing village had become much richer.

The value and perseverance of a certain spirit cannot be expressed with words or preached everywhere. It needs to be tested.

Qilin arched his head and wanted to taste the green flowers and moss balls, but the flannel ball was on guard, saying he wanted to see if they could grow them in this world.

If you want to compare it to someone other than yourself.

Lan En scratched his cheek.

I feel that I need to have at least a life journey like Geralt and Vesemir to be qualified to be recognized by a lady.

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After saying hello to the lady in the lake, Lan En came to the Dark Water.

Regardless of title, it’s not that simple just in terms of spirit and actions.

They may be excellent intelligence agents, but there is no doubt that their sensory acuity cannot match that of ordinary witchers.

The tavern owner looked even happier.

The favor of the Lady of the Lake is simple. Showing chivalry is enough.

Onions, potatoes, and garlic were tied into garlands and hung on the load-bearing wooden pillars of the tavern.

“Master! Master Lan En!”

Severe, even desperate, ordeal.

This kind of ‘confrontation’ has been going on for a long time.

Now Lan En's stature has completely widened the gap with ordinary people. Perhaps in the eyes of the tavern owner, he can hide it a little bit by sitting down.

It is in trials that ‘real gold’ is revealed.

But according to Lan En's observation, there are five scattered people sitting in the tavern now, but none of them are sitting here to get themselves drunk with alcohol.

Lann's test has been completed. At the end of the test, he expelled the evil gods that invaded the world.

The image painted with bright paint is similar to the statue of the Lady in the Lake painted on the village's outer beach.

"Okay. I forgot about you son of a bitch, but you are also a decent person."

Taler habitually poured cold beer into his mouth, and then his head was throbbing from the ice.

“If that doesn’t work, why don’t you put it down and drink again?”

Lan En glanced at him sideways and made a suggestion.

But Taller refused.

“I’ve only had this cold beer in the **** Vizima Palace in the summer. Just a few times! Now it’s free!”

Taler said bitterly while pressing his head to endure the pain.

Lann immediately stopped trying to persuade the intelligence chief working for Foltest.

The resentment of social animals seems to be very strong.

The witcher's palm pressed down: "Okay, it's up to you, it's up to you."

“By the way, how are the post-war negotiations going?”

Lan En’s original intention was to change the topic and divert this social beast’s attention.

But the follow-up to this topic is really surprising.

“Oh, everything is going according to the process.” Taller said casually as he squeezed out another soft garlic clove from the oily roasted garlic and ate it.

"War, no matter how alarmist it sounds, is just that. Everyone is familiar with it. After all, which country has never fought a war? Win or lose."

“Only this time, it’s Vilgefortz of Rogoeven. This talented, handsome and promising member of the coven shines in this negotiation.”

"But I think, Ser Lane, your first **** concern right now shouldn't be the finalized war negotiations."

After saying that, Taller looked at Lan and grinned.

That smile must have left a terrifying impression in the eyes of many intelligence officers.

After all, if an intelligence chief with a bald head and a monocle smiles at you, this is probably a bad sign.

But Lan En felt that Taller's smile towards him now was more like having fun?

But this is not right!

There are no sorceresses around here!

Lan En calmly pressed the roaring bear head pendant around his neck to confirm that he was not wrong.

“Then what should I care about?”

The witcher took a sip from the wine glass in his hand and asked curiously.

"Your savings, Ser Lane." Taller spat out a word that made Lane feel nothing.

However, the smile on the corner of the intelligence chief's mouth, which looked like a show of excitement, still made Lan En pay attention.

“My savings?”

With a "squeak" sound, a door opened in a row of guest rooms behind the tavern.

Although Margarita has not been here for a long time, the huge rent she paid is still in effect.

But this room is not the one Margarita booked.

The person who came out looked very hesitant, and this feeling could almost be heard in the sound of hesitantly opening the door.

Immediately afterwards, Lan En's eyes moved down from the middle height of the door that was pushed open, and he finally saw the appearance of the person coming.

That strong and fiery red beard is very representative.

“Thileton?”

The witcher raised his eyebrows, feeling a little confused.

Thileton Giancardi.

Originally, he was a member of the Giancardi Bank in the city of Gos Velen, but later because he wanted to start a career, he did not hesitate to join the Valyrian Steel Company that Lan En and Aretuza cooperated with.

The dwarf, who was originally enthusiastic and straightforward, now looked like a little brat caught by his parents, moving closer to the table where Lan En was sitting.