God-level Demon Hunter

Chapter 32 meeting

The witcher climbed up to the ceiling again, and quickly moved forward in the shadow of the pillar like a gecko.Along the long corridor, down two flights of stairs.

He climbed to a blue gate wide enough to hold a carriage, embroidered with three lions.

One left and one right guarded two attendants in white loose robes. The two were staring at the air in front of them, staring intently in a daze, completely oblivious to the extra unexpected guest above their heads.

A sparrowhawk flew into the window, landed in the corridor, bounced along the red carpet and walked to the attendants, while flapping its wings to make a gesture, it tapped its small head towards the two guards.

As if to say, come and touch me.

They were immediately attracted by this scene, smiling at the corners of their mouths, quietly admiring the hard-working performance of this little guy.

The hook-nosed attendant on the far right suddenly scratched the top of his head and looked up suspiciously.

A cyan triangular charm was reflected in the line of sight.

He trembled all over, and straightened his body like a puppet.

The young attendant with a handsome face on the left side is still watching with great interest this arrogant Sparrowhawk with black eyes full of disdain and provocation, and a long beak pecking at its feathers.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

When he turned his head, his eyes were at a loss at first, and then became clear again.

……

Roy put his ear on the wooden door and opened the witcher's senses.

The guards on both sides directly regarded him as air.

……

Center of the hall.

A huge rectangular table sat more than ten guests.

Clothes made of the finest silk and satin, luxurious leather boots, and rings and necklaces all over their bodies, all of which show their strong financial resources and noble status.

The king of Cintra, Ester Tursek, a man with a dark face, a hooked nose, and a thick bearskin cloak, sat on the chief's tall, back-rested throne, expressionless, Temperament calm.

However, his eyes flashed with fire from time to time, and under his calm appearance, it seemed that a volcanic anger was being bred.

His queen, Calanthe, sat on the left, with sculpted eyebrows and thin lips, and a straight nose showing a stubborn personality. She lightly clasped an emerald necklace with her fingers. The smallest piece of emerald on the necklace was also the size of a wasp. Her gaze slowly swept across all the people present Guests, with a trace of helplessness and tiredness.

Mothsak of Skellige, druid and magical advisor to the Isles, sat at the king's right.

He wears a black hat decorated with three deer antlers, with broad arms and a round waist, a bunch of white beards hanging down to his chest, and his face is full of knives and chisels.

Anxiety and worry flickered in the deep eyes.

He glanced out the window, the sky was still bright and sunny, but a trace of ink-like blackness began to expand.

A storm is coming.

"Dear guests who came from afar, the Sintra meeting has lasted for two months. You must have had enough of the hot, salty sea breeze and annoying sunshine. Today, it's time for a conclusion."

"Everyone express their opinions one by one." East tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne with his right hand, "Starting with Skelly's ambassador..."

The broad-shouldered Druid stood up, bowed to everyone, and said loudly,

"Your Majesty, your elder brother, the ruler of Skellige, King Bran, has agreed to the request of the two countries to join forces."

"Once the southern barbarians stationed on Mount Amer march northward to invade the territory of Sintra. King Bran will send Skelly's invincible fleet to assist His Majesty in fighting against outsiders!"

Everyone at the table nodded, but their expressions didn't change much.

King East of Sintra and King Bran of the Archipelago are brothers. The archipelago has always had a clear love and hate, and their temper is upright. It is only reasonable to send troops to support them.

East smiled at the woman beside him, showing his white teeth, and turned his gaze to a bald man with a mustache and slightly fat under the table.

"Ambassador Crody, what do you think of the Cintra defensive alliance?"

"Cough cough, I am sincerely apprehensive to be invited by His Majesty and Queen, especially in the past two months, I am deeply impressed by His Majesty's kindness, and I can't repay you. I will definitely do my best to persuade His Majesty Ewell to send the Wedden army to assist you. Cintra together resist the invaders of Nilfgaard!"

"Master Crody can't give you a letter?" Calanthe frowned, and a hint of anger flashed on his charming face, "After two months of delay, it's not enough for your majesty to think about it?"

"Is Ewell still brooding over what happened last year?"

Calanthe sighed.

Verdon has been a vassal state of Sintra for a long time and has been under the protection of Sintra, but in recent years it has continued to develop and has become more and more out of control.

But Verdon dared to play sloppy at such a critical moment because of a big incident last year—Princess Ciri disappeared without reason on the way to Nastrog to be engaged to Prince Christine.

Although Mossak later picked her up from outside Brokleon Forest.

But Ciri and Prince Christine's engagement was also brought to an end by Lancer.

The marriage between the two countries ended.

In addition, the whereabouts of a relative of King Verdon, Governor Fesnet, who was in charge of picking up the relatives, is still unknown. Everyone speculates that he was killed by a dryad in the virgin forest.

For these two reasons, Verdon's king, Ewell, turned down Cintra's call.

"Don't dare! Lord Ewell has always been grateful for the respect of the two majesties. If he hadn't been sick, he would have come to see him in person." Ambassador Weeden lowered his head and knelt on one knee in front of the two majesties.Emotionally speaking, the corners of his eyes glisten,

"However, in recent years, Weideng has been unable to protect himself, with constant civil strife and banditry..."

"Okay, no need to explain anymore!" East waved his hand to stop Ambassador Crody's speech, and couldn't hide his disappointment. People on the land are not as straightforward as the islanders, "Go back and inform Ewell, Sintra and Wei Deng is the bow and stern of a ship, if we sink, how can Verdon survive?"

"I believe he is definitely not a short-sighted person!"

Esther turned his gaze to his lower hand... Ambassador Fyodor with a beard hanging from his waist and gray temples, but handsome, represented Leiria and Queen Mivi of Livia.

"In the past two months, I have been honored and proud to attend this meeting, to see His Majesty Calanthe's face, and to listen to His Majesty East's earnest teachings...but my decision has not changed from the beginning to the end."

"The territories of Leiria and Livia are too far away from Sintra... It is difficult to travel long distances. His Majesty Mi Wei will not consume so much because of your blood relationship with the queen or because of an undetermined threat. Financial and material resources."

East leaned his head back in his chair and closed his eyes, his face darkened, while Calanthe smiled at the ambassador and narrowed his eyes.

She is well aware of Mi Wei's temper, and her stubbornness is no less than her own.

It is useless to ask more.

Fyodor changed his tone, "Unless the relationship between the two countries becomes more unbreakable. Prince Wilm has not yet married, and is about the same age as the noble Princess Sirilla, with equal status and appearance. It is simply a match made in heaven."

Ciri's name was like a signal.

The rest of the envoys looked over with piercing eyes.

Calanthe's husband, Easter, is old.

And Sintra only recognizes male heirs, so sooner or later the power of the country will fall to the husband of the little princess Ciri.

The reason why many small countries sent people to participate in this meeting was to fight for the position of husband-in-law of the unmarried little princess.

"If the two Majesties agree to this marriage, His Majesty Mi Wei will definitely send troops to support it!" Fyodor bowed and lowered his head.

Estra held his wife's hand and shook his head at her,

"Since the accident last year, Calanthe and I have made a decision to hold a son-in-law selection meeting after Xili turns fifteen."

"Not considering it for now."

The islander king's tone was firm, and his cast-iron eyes slowly swept across all the ambassadors present, and more than half of them lowered their heads.

There was a moment of dullness in the meeting room.

Afterwards, East asked the views of Soden, Brugge... and other small countries one by one.

The answers received were all ambiguous, neither rejecting nor accepting, anyway, there was no hope.

Some claim that the Southern invasion is still unknown.

If Nilfgaard were to advance north, its army must first pass through the Manada Valley southeast of Sintra. If Sintra were to repel the invading army in the valley, no alliance would be needed.

If they lose to their king, send troops again!

Calanthe couldn't help but sneered in his heart. There was no doubt that since Sintra was defeated, they would just distance themselves from it and let it perish coldly.

However, no matter how the two Cintra rulers expressed their interests.

Everyone here is a set of fooling rhetoric.

Calanthe was even sure that they would never really persuade the king after their return journey.Can't help being angry and cursing in my heart,

"A group of white-eyed wolves! Without any shame, I have enjoyed the hospitality of Sintra for two months, and I have received a lot of benefits without any effort!"

East's eyes turned to the person at the end of the long table, the Grand Duke Raymond of Toussaint, a black-haired, tall and handsome man.

The only ruler who came to the meeting in person.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for being powerless... Taussaint originally belonged to Nilfgaard. Although the relationship is only in name, it is impossible for us to oppose our suzerain state openly."

"What's more, my wife Henrietta is related to the current emperor..."

"Raymond, I remember that's not what you said a week ago..." East stroked Bazar's beard, and an angry look appeared on his face, "You declared at that time that if Nilfgaard invaded Sintra La, you turn your back on this robber country at once! No help will be given to them!"

"I can't decide..." Raymond refused calmly, "Half of Toussaint is under the management of my wife Henrietta. I need to go back and discuss with her before I can give you an answer."

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"It's just an excuse." Calanthe's voice became cold, she was full of anger, and finally couldn't stand this group of capricious politicians.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Since Your Excellency Raymond respects your wife so much, why did you find no fewer than five mistresses in just two months in Sintra?"

"Your Majesty the Queen!" Raymond's handsome white cheeks flashed a trace of embarrassment, and he raised his voice to retort, "How can you insult my loyalty to my wife!?"

"Do you want me to help you find those five mistresses, so that you can bring them back to Toussaint and enjoy the blessings of everyone?"

Raymond's whole face turned into a pig's liver, and he looked around in embarrassment. The eyes around him seemed to be ridiculed, as if he had exposed his scandal—a man who was cheating on his wife but cheated on him. Playboy!

"I, Raymond of Toussaint, make a request on my honor and position," he stood up suddenly, with a flicker of madness from shame and anger in his brown eyes, and he shouted, "I want to have a fair and just fight with your husband." duel!"

A commotion erupted among the guests. Some stared at Raymond and shook their heads in disdain, some sighed, and some excitedly whispered to each other and beat the table.

In the palace of Sintra, a grand duke of a foreign country challenged its king to a duel.

Is this Raymond mad?

There was gloating on every face.

They started guessing how many days the guy had left to live.

"Did I hear you right?" East stood up, and the burly body under the cloak was just like a bear standing upright. It was more than two meters tall, and its rock-like muscles almost bulged up the clothes.

He looked down condescendingly, his ferocious gaze was like a ferocious beast that would choose someone to devour.

And the handsome Archduke Raymond was like a weak chicken in front of him.

"Your Excellency Raymond, do you want to duel with me?"

"Please listen to my explanation. I will send my strongest knights to duel with your knights!" Raymond said, poking his neck, "If you lose, His Majesty Calanthe apologizes to me!"

"My distinguished ambassadors, please be a witness for us." He looked around and said loudly, "Let a wonderful battle end the meeting. With so many eyes, no one can deny it!"

"Then what if you lose?" Calanthe said lazily, with a cold light in his emerald green eyes,

"I immediately apologize to Your Majesty, and then go back to Toussaint, and never return to Sintra!" Raymond swallowed, "And, I swear on my honor, I will convince Anna Henry Ye Tower, Toussaint will refuse to serve the atrocities of Nilfgaardian aggression!"

Esther glanced at Calanthe, who nodded at him.

"Skellige's son never refuses any fair challenge, so it's a deal!"

Raymond was trembling, but breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty, I have to remind you that the knight representing me in the battle is the champion of the three consecutive Beauclair Knights Tournaments!"

"Please be sure to select the strongest fighter under your command."

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The demon hunter who was eavesdropping outside the gate moved his heart, and slipped out of the castle like a gust of wind.

Chapter 33 Grim Sigurd

Under the leadership of the palace attendants, a group of people left the meeting room and walked straight to the open-air garden on the second floor of the castle. There is a natural arena in the center of the colorful arena, and the audience can enjoy the wonderful battle leisurely on the viewing platform on the second floor. .

The two rulers of Cintra sit in the center, with the druid Mossak at their right.

The other envoys formed a circle, discussing in low voices with a hint of excitement on their faces.

Servants walk among them, dispensing wine and fresh fruit.

"Your Majesty, please give me some time. I have to summon the champion knight from his lodging..." Raymond regained his composure with a faint smile, as if he had already won the competition. .