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"Let him in," Calanthe said lightly, the smile on her face disappearing, replaced by a deep emotion. She glanced at the mage calmly, and was relieved after receiving a response from the latter.

Seeing this, Geralt asked in a low voice, "What do those eyes mean?"

"Let's put it this way, Geralt. Witchers sometimes run into people begging them to kill, don't they?"

"yes."

"The queen also asked me to kill someone, and to do it so quietly that he looked like he was having a heart attack."

"You refused."

"No, my friend. I said yes." The wizard grinned, turned his head and winked at the greasy witcher, motioning him to wipe the oil off his mouth. Geralt took another bite of beef, a smile on his face.

Heavy footsteps drowned out the noise of the banquet, each step being accompanied by the sound of metal hitting the ground. Everyone raised their heads and turned to look.

At the open door, a figure gradually approached. He was wearing a bright armor made of iron plate and leather, and his breastplate was blue and black, with edges and corners. There are strip-shaped iron plates and short leg armors below, the thick arm armors are full of sharp iron nails, and the polished visors on the helmets are made into the shape of a dog's mouth.

This eccentric guest did not sit down after entering the banquet hall, but walked to the throne.

He bowed stiffly: "Respected Queen, Respected Gentlemen. Please forgive me for disturbing your solemn banquet. I am Uchion from Erlenwald."

"You are welcome, Uchion of Ernwald. Please take your seat. Cintra welcomes every guest," Calanthe said slowly.

"I am grateful to you, Your Majesty. Pardon me for refusing." Uchion of Ernwald bowed again, his iron gloved hand clenched into a fist and hammered against his chest with a loud thump : "But I came to Sintra not to be a guest, but for a very important matter. If you allow me, I will not waste your time, and I can explain the situation now."

"Uchion of Ernwald," said the queen sternly, each word as if it had been pulled out of her throat: "You are commendable for your respect for our time, but it cannot be disrespectful to you. Reason. It's even more disrespectful for you to speak to us behind an iron helmet. Remove the helmet and we'll put up with your wasted time."

"Your Majesty, my appearance cannot be announced to the public for the time being. I hope you will allow me."

Anger shouts, accompanied by sporadic cursing, spread through the crowd.

The mage tapped the handrail with his fingers, and Geralt stopped eating. He glanced at the mage and saw that the expression on his face was constantly changing between being amused and boring.

After a long silence, the queen said, "I allow it. Then, Uchion, who refuses to show his face, what is it that deserves you to dress like this and come from afar?"

"Thank you," said Uchiwon, "but I can't stand false accusations, so I must explain. I'm not showing up because of the knight's oath. I can't show my face until midnight."

Calanthe raised his hand perfunctorily to accept the explanation. Uchiwon took a step forward, his spiked armor rattling.

"Fifteen years ago," he exclaimed, "your husband King Rogner lost his way while hunting in Irunwald. He was wandering off the beaten track when he fell from his horse into a gorge and sprained his leg. He lay on the bottom of the valley, calling for help, but all he got was the hissing of venomous snakes and the howling of a nearby werewolf. If it weren't for the help of others, he would have been dead."

"I know what happened later," the queen confirmed. "If you also know, I guess you are the one who saved him."

"Yes. Because of me, he can come back to you whole and safe."

"I thank you, Uchion of Erlenwald. Although Rogner, the gentleman in my mind and on the couch, has long since passed away, this gratitude has not diminished. Tell me if your aid is implied. It's not that you won't break your knightly oath for free, how can I express my gratitude?"

"You know very well that my aid is not free. You also know that I am here to collect the reward that the king has promised me."

The witcher said softly, "The Law of Accidents."

He knew all too well this ancient law, by which he himself was born, and by which he became a witcher.

"Oh?" Calanthe smiled, but green flames ignited in his eyes.

"So, you found a wounded man under the canyon who had no self-protection ability and whose life was threatened by poisonous snakes and monsters. And you asked him to give you a reward, so you were willing to help him? You are really a noble knight, Uchion."

The whispers in the hall grew louder.

"You came to my kingdom, my palace, in armour, at my daughter's husband-picking banquet. You asked my husband who died fifteen years ago to pay you a reward, well, it's hard to get him to pay now. But it's easier to send you to meet him in another world and let you negotiate the price with him yourself."

Uchion said very calmly and loudly: "What you said is nothing more than trying to threaten me and make me a madman without etiquette. I also want the gentlemen here to ignite their anger~www.novelmt. com~ If you succeed, your daughter will probably look at me with contempt too. But first of all, you're not telling the truth! You know it yourself!"

"You're accusing me of lying? Did you know that you're now as helpless and near death as my husband, who was all alone at the bottom of the valley?" Calanth bared her teeth and smiled. That was proof that she had been furious to the extreme.

Uchion, however, remained unmoved.

"Your Majesty, you know very well what I ask for. You also know very well what your husband promised me after he was rescued. He asked me what I wanted, and I answered him, asking him to promise without his knowledge. Reward me for the thing left at home. The king swore to keep his promise, and when he returned to the castle, he found you—Karanthe—in childbirth.”

"What that means, I am sure you know very well. Yes, Your Majesty. I have waited fifteen years, and the interest on my reward is growing every day. Today I look at the beautiful Pavetta and understand It was worth the wait!"

He turned around and shouted to the guests: "Gentlemen, knights! Some of you came to Sintra to win the favor of the princess, but your efforts were in vain. From the day she was born, The royal oath testifies that beautiful Pavetta is mine!"