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"Let me explain it to him! One-off!"

Duny, Uchion of Irrenwald, was strapped to a chair at this time. He roared angrily at the black armored soldiers in the tent: "Call him here! God damn, call him here! I curse him, he won't die! How dare he attack Sintra?!"

"And, where's my Pavetta?! What have you done to her? Answer me!"

Duny's roar came very far from the tent and echoed throughout the camp. But the black armored soldiers just kept silent, which made him even more angry. Duny was panting heavily, his black hair swept down the back of his head, with no aristocratic demeanor at all.

With red eyes, he was clearly furious: "If anything happens to her, you will all die! Everyone, every one of you, will die!"

"Relax, Emhyr."

A voice came from outside the tent, and a man walked in. Bald head, gray beard. His face appeared to be indifferent. He stared gloomily at Donny, who was tied to the chair, calling him by another name.

"Emhyr Enris."

The man shook his head: "I thought you were dead - it seems that the warlock who turned you into a hedgehog is not very reliable. The curse has been lifted."

He walked slowly into Duny: "It hurts my heart to see your face exactly like your father. If he hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have killed him at all, do you understand?"

"You are—not—qualified—to mention him."

Duny gritted his teeth and spat out the words. It was as if the breath between his lips and teeth was not air, but something else, the blood, flesh, and bones of the enemy. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred, and placed it on the man.

"Torres Valores...I hope you don't die!" Duny growled as he leaned forward, the chair creaked as it slid across the floor.

"I don't know how I'm going to die, Emhyr." Torres looked at him calmly. "But I would never die like your father as stupid and worthless, unable to even protect his own children."

Instead, his provocative words calmed Duny, and he started talking to Torres with a face he hadn't seen in a long time.

Doni leaned back proudly, his chin raised, and said in standard Nilfgaardian: "I should still be a noble now, Torres Valores, you should have no right to deny this."

"indeed."

"I am not only the son of the former emperor of Nilfgaard, Phogos Enreth, but also the consort of Sintra. In the political sense, since you have the ability to capture me and Pavetta from the journey, then There's no reason you don't know about it."

"Of course."

"So, what exactly do you want to do?"

Donny stared at Torres' black eyes and asked word by word, "If you really started a war against Sintra, believe me, Torres, you will only lament your own stupidity when you are dying."

"What do I want to do?"

Torres smiled, and thanks to that face, he didn't seem so amiable when he smiled, but like a wolf who chose people to eat. He waved his hand, and the black armored soldiers in the camp left one after another. Torres put his hands behind his back, stared into Duny's face, and shook his head slightly.

"Conquest, that's all," Torres said calmly, with a tone that even shocked Duny, as if he was discussing what to eat tonight.

"You are the son of the former Emperor of Nilfgaard, Vorgus Enreth, which is of no use to me. Emhyr, those former supporters have been killed by me one by one in twenty years, you This identity is useless to me. I only care about your other identity, although I don't know how you became the consort of Sintra..."

A smile slowly appeared on his face: "But you did give me a reason to attack - Cintra supported you behind your back, trying to get you to overthrow the current political situation in Nilfgaard, that is, overthrow me."

Torres pointed to himself, the armor glistening in the candlelight. The black surface was embellished with gold threads, and a black sun was blooming on his chest.

"Through you, I can attack Sintra with justifiable reasons. After taking it, I can unite with Ebin, who has long been ours, and then expand to the entire north, and even Temeria..."

He clenched his fists.

"Ultimately, to rule the world. Isn't that the dream shared by all Nilfgaardians? The same is true of your father. Although he is an incompetent and stupid emperor, he is different from you. He is at least a Nilfgaardian. German. And you, Emhyr, you only care about traveling the world with your wife, enjoying the world of two?"

"No one will believe your poor excuses."

Duny, who seemed completely unaffected by his words, replied coldly: "Your excuses are completely untenable, and no one with a brain will be deceived by you. Once you decide to go to war against the entire North, the Southerners They will never let it go. They know the truth, and when you go to war against the North, you actually go to war against the whole world."

"The fleets of Novigrad will strike you, the pirates of Skellige will come from afar to harass you with their ships, and even the squirrels will turn their fire and kill the soldiers of Nilfgaard. When they die , I hope you don't forget, Torres, that you sent them out to die."

"Of course, there is the most crucial part."

A sneer suddenly appeared on Duny's face: "You have no idea who is standing behind Sintra."

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"Go and invite Mr. Kratos over here."

Calanthe, the queen of Sintra said calmly. Even if she had just received the news that the Nilfgaardians had come under the city. The soldier bowed his head and left respectfully.

Calanthe, who is still beautiful, sits on her throne. She is only forty-three this year, and she is still in her prime. Aristocrats generally marry early, which is one of the reasons why they are always romantic.

She stared at the chandelier on the ceiling of the hall with eyes like electricity. The exquisite glass chandelier has a new look after being redesigned by the designer. When night fell and they were lit, these things would sparkle, shaking and flickering under the light of the candles.

Beautiful as a starry sky.

Soon, the door was knocked. A man with a naked upper body showing pale skin and red tattoos walked in. He was extremely strong and tall, with a full beard. Calanthe, however, did not look frightened. She wandered to the silent Kratos, looking up at him.

Calanthe asked softly, "Is Ciri asleep?"

Kratos nodded silently, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Soon after falling asleep, the child has become more noisy since returning from Kelmorhan. She has been clamoring for me to teach her how to use an axe. "

"Did you teach?"

The old man was silent for a while, then nodded slightly.

Calanthe chuckled. "It seems no one can turn her down. Did you hear about the Nilfgaardians?"

Kratos nodded, he was silent, but his expression was never calm. On the contrary, that face always gave the illusion that he was angry, let alone when he was really angry: "I heard, what do you want me to do?"

Calanthe did not speak directly.

She fell into silence as well, and above their heads, the glass chandelier swayed slightly, emitting a splendid brilliance. It hit Kratos' bald head and the crown on Calanthe's head, reflecting some strange luster.

After a while, she spoke with difficulty: "I hope you don't take this as me blackmailing you, Kratos. This has nothing to do with us. I asked you to come, and I begged you as Queen of Sintra. Help me instead of blackmailing you with our relationship as a bargaining chip."

Kratos just listened quietly.

"Even though you never showed me anything, I think you still have some feelings for me, don't you?" Calanthe asked sadly. "I can feel something from your eyes and movements...Damn, give me some responses!"

The lioness of Sintra suddenly became furious, and her voice echoed high in the hall: "Stop being silent! I've talked about this!"

However, Kratos remained silent. His expression was as if he didn't care what Calanthe was thinking. After a while, he nodded, turned and left.

"Where are you going?!"

Although he just lost his temper, Calanthe chased out two steps and put his hand on Kratos' shoulder. This made him stop like an electric shock, and after a while, he replied glumly: "I promise you, but not Queen Sintra's request. Instead, I promise my friend, Calanthe's request. Besides, you don’t need to ask that question at all.”.

He moved on: "I have a mission."

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Kratos left the palace with an axe on his back and no armor. He went straight to the city gate, and the soldiers saluted him respectfully, as if they knew him. Kratos just gave a calm nod, then, dropping a ladder from the city wall, he climbed to the top in three or two strokes.

Looking at the brightly lit Nilfgaardian camp on the other side of the river not far below the city wall, he narrowed his eyes. The soldiers were standing far away from him, and they were always afraid of him.

As for Kratos, he was considering whether to kill only the main generals, or leave them alone. Out of a thought that he himself did not know, Kratos chose the former.

Just as he was about to jump up from the city wall, a familiar voice entered his ears.

"Lao Kui, you have a second spring?"

Kratos turned around with a twitching face, and squeezed a few words from his teeth: "I said, don't call me that."

"Don't be like that, old Kui. We'll meet again after a long time, won't you give me a hug? I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with Calanthe."

He Shenyan walked out of the darkness with a smile on his face: "However, I'm surprised. Your sloppy appearance can actually attract the love of a queen."

"To shut up."

"A few more words won't kill you."

"To shut up!"

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