The queen touched the gem on her chest and analyzed it for Lann: "Demavi's Kingdom of Aedirn is behind my United Kingdom. Although he is a cruel tyrant, he has many insights on military affairs. He must be able to gain insights into Ni.

The nature of Fugard. I have a pretty good relationship with him, so it won’t be difficult to win him over for you.”

"Thanks you."

The Queen continued: "Foltest is not a very stubborn guy. Although his hobbies are very... special, he is very clear-headed about the current situation. If the majority of the people in the meeting agree to fight against Nilfgaard,

Nor would he alone reject a proposal that would benefit him at all."

"This is enough." Lann said, "Cintra has Temeria as its back, and you on the front line fight side by side with us, and with the support of His Majesty Vizmir, I am confident that Nilfgaard will be defeated."

People are driven out of the north."

But Queen Miwe sighed: "No, things are not that simple, Lann."

"I just talked about so many people, but I didn't tell you about Henselt. And Henselt is just the most bastard person. He may not be able to help you, but he has the ability to make others unable to help you."

To provide you with help."

Lann was stunned: "I have heard some rumors about him..."

"Then I can tell you responsibly that no matter what rumors you hear about him, they are probably true."

"Since he took the throne, he has been relentlessly harassing Demavi's Kingdom of Aedirn. Believe it or not, if Demavi sends his army south to fight against the Black Sun, Henselt can turn around and send troops to raid Aedirn."

"Ah this..."

Queen Miwe shook her head. Henselt's wanton behavior has always been the biggest headache for other powerful countries in the north. Although other people who can become the monarchs of the four major countries have more or less eccentricities, they are still qualified politicians at heart.

Only Henselt, she sometimes really wonders why this man is still able to maintain his country.

"Moreover." Queen Miwe added seriously, "Lan, you have to be mentally prepared."

"It's true that these kings can see the situation clearly, but if they really want to help Cintra, you will have to pay a certain price."

"Perhaps we really need to start thinking about Cirila's marriage..."

Miwei said a heavy word.

Before Lann could react to these words, a loud and long horn sound suddenly sounded outside the window.

"Woo——"

The sound of the trumpet came from far away, and the direction of Haji Fortress quickly responded.

"Woo——"

Rann of Cintra, Meve of the United Kingdom of Lyria and Rivia, Demavi of Aedirn, Henselt of Kaedwen, and Foltest of Temeria. These northern territories are represented by

The representatives and monarchs have already arrived, so now there is only one signal in response to the trumpet sound.

"Vizmir is finally here, everyone is here." Queen Miwe sighed, "The meeting is about to begin."

…………

The world is big.

Just as the main forces in the north were gathering at Haji Fortress, on the other side of the world, a man wearing black sun armor was lowering his head.

His armor is more advanced than the armors of Nilfgaardian officers seen on the battlefield of Rann. Although most of the lines on it are covered by sword marks and dust, it is still possible to faintly see how skilled the blacksmith who forged it was.

Care is taken to make this armor stand out.

In addition to the black sun armor, this man also wears a layer of fine chainmail armor, which can be said to maximize the defensive performance.

The person in the armor should have been an unruly military attaché, but at this moment he was more humble, gentle and smooth than any royal steward, making a report to the person in front of him:

"Vezmir, Foltest, Demavi, Henselt, Meve, and Lann of Cintra. At this moment, they have all arrived at the Haji Fortress in Pontal. They are meeting privately."

Standing in front of him was a slender black-haired man with a tall and straight posture. The elk leather coat had armor indentations and rust stains.

"They are not meeting in private. The entire north and even the south have known about their meeting. They want people in the north to know, and they also want us to know."

"Four kings, a queen, and a young earl." The slender black-haired man chuckled, "Can you guess what they are talking about? Culhorn, my marshal?"

"I can guess." The marshal replied briefly without saying another word. He knew that the man who turned his back hated anyone who made unnecessary comments in front of him.

"There are only four major countries, plus two portals. We didn't invite Verdon, Soden, or even Kevir." The black-haired man shook his head, "This shows that they are either extremely confident or lack confidence. They also didn't invite wizards.

Anyone who knows, it’s not only fun, but it’s significant.”

"Yes." The marshal still spoke concisely.

The black-haired man did not look back at him: "Is there no news about Riens and the witchers yet?"

"There is no news about the warlocks, but the witchers..." The marshal raised his head and glanced at the man, "They seem to have gotten together with Lann of Cintra."

"Are you saying that our intelligence system is not working well?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Then I guess I can't wait any longer for Riens' report?"

"I'm afraid so."

The black-haired man walked a few steps and stopped by the window. He stood there for a long time, looking at the hills bathed in the rain.

Marshal Kuhorn was waiting, his hand clenching the hilt of his sword uneasily and then letting go. He was worried that he would be forced to listen to a long monologue again. The marshal knew that the person standing by the window regarded the monologue as a dialogue, and then regarded the dialogue as a dialogue.

See it as proof of privilege and trust.

"Kuhorn, I should have called you Lord Governor at this time, do you know? And the land in front of you is your province, the province of Sintra. It's a pity that all of this has been destroyed and was destroyed by a

Seventeen... or eighteen-year-old guy?”

He chuckled: "The Lion of Sintra... I once met his father. People in Sintra seem to have become famous very early."

"The Sintra of the past was not what we see now."

He stretched out his hand and saw that the southern corner of Sintra was silent and deserted under the rain.

The marshal's head lowered: "Sorry, we are involved."

"Yes, you do need to apologize, so I hope you can make up for it."

"I want you to go to Dol Angra. When the rebellion subsides, you will leave. My troops in Dol Angra need a reliable commander, one who will not accept provocation. The Merry Widow of Lyria

, and Demavi of Aedirn...will provoke us at any time. You have to control those young officers and calm their impulsive heads. You can only accept the letter of challenge when I give you an order. Before that,

We must stand still."

"As commanded."

Dor Angra is a very wide canyon, which connects Leiria, Livia, Aedirn, Valley of Flowers, Kodwin and important trade routes in the south. This route passes through the middle reaches of the Yaruga River with the highest water level.

After the shallow area, continue north through the Pontar Valley until you reach the Pontar River and the Kingdom of Temeria.

Simply put, this is an important transportation thoroughfare and a place for military strategists.

"In addition, find some bounty hunters and mercenaries to go to Skellig in the name of 'avenging the Golden Tower City'. Harass them, hold them back, and don't let them come to rob the southern coast again. Now is not the time to deal with them.

.”

"As commanded."

Suddenly there was heard in the vestibule the sound of arms and spurs, and the sound of loud voices.

Someone knocked on the door.

The man in moose skins turned around and nodded in agreement. The marshal bowed slightly and left the room.

The black-haired man returned to the table and sat down, looking down at the map. He looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally rested his forehead on his interlocked hands.

There was a huge diamond on his ring, which shone in the candlelight like a thousand flames.

"Your Majesty?" The door creaked and Kuhorn came back again.

"Any news, Kuhoun? News from Reigns?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The news came from the warlock contact device you gave us - Riens is dead."

The marshal noticed that the black-haired man's hands were twitching. He discovered it by the reflection of the diamond.

"Lann of Cintra, Lann Lannister Leanne." The black-haired man tapped the diamond with his fingertips. This was an action that would make all nobles, collectors, and jewelers scream, but he didn't care.

.

After thinking for a while, the man suddenly raised his head: "Ask the wizards to start working and prepare to use magic to contact our contacts in the elves. Pass on my verbal orders. The order is as follows: No need to be careful anymore, let the Scoia'tael cause trouble,

Let the Northern Kingdoms pay attention to them. Find more witchers to join their ranks. I heard that those guys wearing cat head necklaces are keen to help the elves."

"I remember, Your Majesty."

"Then let the guys in the forest look for the white-haired demon hunter and the sorceress. After discovering the traces of each other, stand by and wait for my order."

"As you command, Your Majesty."

"This order must be encrypted to prevent any magical interpretation. Remind those wizards that if they mess up, if my order is known to outsiders, I will only ask them."

"As you command, Your Majesty." The marshal cleared his throat and straightened his back.

Marshal Menno Kuhoun - the future commander-in-chief of the Dole Angra forces - raised his head and stood at attention, holding the pommel of his sword.

In front of him was the Emperor of the Nilfgaardian Empire, Emhyr var Emres, Deithwen Addan yn Carn aep Morvudd - "white flames dancing on the enemy's tombs".
Chapter completed!