Chapter 1179 1161. Unusual identity


    “I beg your pardon, ma’am. You do look stunning, even in this warrior attire.”


    ?Facing the aggressive, outspoken, and unpretentious words of the other party, Mr. Lan, a once simple country boy, was now calm.


    ?He conveniently picked a small handful of marigolds that he had just picked because of his greed, first stuffed a few flowers into his mouth, and then handed one to the other party.


    "But this is a snack I found, not a prop for courtship. Do you want to try it? The flowers in this garden are of extraordinary quality!"


    ?Sakia didn''t seem to care. She reached out and took a marigold from Lan En''s hand, put it into her mouth and chewed it.


    "My name is Sakia." The female warrior chewed marigolds and looked at Lan En with interest, "Sakia Sass."


    ?Her eyes were fixed on the collar of Lane''s hooded cloak, where the silver roaring bear head necklace was looming at the collar.


    A witcher?


    She thought to herself.


    But it might just be a disguise, after all, the reputation of the demon hunter has skyrocketed compared to before.


    ?A few years ago, noble and knowledgeable people like Foltest would have to ask the royal advisor to know some characteristics of these mysterious people.


    But today, even the little beggars in the city know that these people have a pair of cat eyes that will shine slightly in the dark, and a necklace around their neck as a symbol.


    Since there is a logo and a reputation, of course there are also people who imitate and impersonate it.


    ??Whether it is to conceal a sensitive identity, or to defraud people of money for convenience.


    ?Sakia’s brows furrowed.


    ?She looked at the witcher who seemed unaware.


    “Learned sir, I have given my name. It seems you should respond?”


    This is a hypothetical question.


    “Hiding one’s head and showing one’s tail is not like a decent and respectable person.”


    “Please forgive me.”


    He said he was sorry, but Lan En looked unmoved.


    “But we should all be attracted by the news about the Pontal Valley, right? Maybe we are competitors? It’s nothing to chat at the moment, but as for getting to know each other, maybe it won’t be easy to do anything in the future.”


    “Don’t worry, I have no interest in the bounties offered by Elland and Aedirn. We will not have a competitive relationship.”


    ?Sakia said in a relaxed tone.


    ?However, her tone was relaxed, but Lan En looked at her in surprise under the hood.


    ?Doesn’t this person know what ‘polite’ and ‘perfunctory’ are?


    Why do you feel like she takes what I just said seriously?


    Emotional intelligence is a bit low


    “Why did you read this book?”


    Lan simply changed the subject.


    "This book was very popular two years ago when there was no war. But after the war between the north and the south, it should now be the "Cintra War Chronicles" written by the former palace steward of Cintra, Haxo Linn. "More authoritative."


    To others, this may be a bit harsh, but for Sakia, who has just been taught a lesson about the complex reality behind this book, it is just right.


    ?Sakia, who was originally decisive and rational, suddenly fell silent for a while when Lan En asked this question.


    She frowned before continuing.


    “I know that reading this book at this time will basically make all northerners think that I am denying the fact of war crimes and atrocities committed by the Nilfgaardians.”


    “But actually I read this book and it has nothing to do with it. No matter whether others believe it or not.”


    “I’m just trying to find a place or system that respects freedom and values ??everyone’s precious life.”


    “Of course what the Nilfgaardians did during that war was the most despicable of beastly acts, but I am also dissatisfied with the way the northerners treated the inhuman races.”


    At the end of the sentence, Sakia curled her lips.


    “Huh, I was lucky enough to think that the Nilfgaardians would be better off in a non-war situation.”


    “That might disappoint you, Saskia.”


    Lan En said lightly.


    "At least one thing in this book is correct. The Nilfgaardians do not treat non-human races harshly. But the reason is that they are earlier, more ruthless, and more decisive than the northerners, and they treat the non-human races in their territory. The human race was wiped out.”


    “The last elf king, Difuthof, surrendered and paid allegiance to the then human king Ludovic on behalf of his own species in Toussaint more than four hundred years ago.”


    “Then at the celebration of the second year, as a commemoration of the victory in the war, the human king ordered the elves who had negotiated terms and surrendered to him for a year to be slaughtered.”


    “According to records, those should be the last elves in the south.”


    Because he had been "educated" by Lan En''s words beforehand, his original concepts and understanding had already been impacted, so when Saskia heard this kind of thing again, he behaved better than before.


    Just closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then shook his head dejectedly and returned to his normal expression.


    "Treachery, using massacre as a celebration to end the war. It''s really disgusting." "It''s undeniable." Lan En nodded noncommittally: "But this is the king."


    After finishing speaking, Lan tilted his head and looked at Saskia with amusement in his eyes under his hood.


    “But what’s even more surprising to me is.”


    “Sakia, ordinary warriors and mercenaries don’t think about the problem you are troubled by now.”


    Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, the female warrior, who was sitting leisurely reading a book with her firm buttocks on the pavilion fence, suddenly became slightly unnatural.


    ?Although she tried her best to suppress the changes in her expression, this suppression seemed a little too weak in the face of Lan En''s observation and emotional observation.


    ?Not only were the subtle muscles on her face temporarily tense, her body also showed a burst of discomfort.


    ?Amidst the friction between the armor and the ground, the slender legs that had been stretched out casually on the ground retracted, and Sakia stood up.


    When experiencing severe psychological fluctuations, people often use body movements to relieve tension.


    ??This kind of "conspicuous" performance made Lan En raise his eyebrows.


    ?It seems that this lady is not only not an ordinary warrior or mercenary, but also has a special status?


    ?Who are the general warriors and mercenaries?


    ? Lan En does not mean to discriminate, but the general education level of this group of people is really not high.


    ?Although it may be that some of them have insights refined from life experience because they have seen a lot of the world and experienced cruel battles.


    But there is no doubt that these insights are not profound, and both the direction and depth of the discussion are lacking due to the lack of educational support.


    They think more about how to make more money, and how to make more money after becoming more famous.


    ?Those who can think of "getting more famous and then becoming a knight or a noble" can be regarded as the group of people with higher pursuits and a longer vision.


    As for the pursuit of ideals, most of them will remember to pray to the gods before fighting.


    The faith of eternal fire also has a group of fanatical believers among the warrior community, and the doctrine of eternal fire is their ideal.


    So, people like Sakia ‘want to find a place or system that respects freedom and values ??everyone’s precious life’.


    ?This kind of truly ideal thing is really unlikely to appear among ordinary warriors and mercenaries.


    ?Sakia smoothed her dark blond hair on her shoulders and walked outside the pavilion.


    ?While walking, he seemed to be talking calmly.


    “Now that I think about it, what you said does make sense. We are not familiar with each other, so it’s better to go our separate ways.”


    ??She held the hard-cover book in one hand and put her other hand on the hilt of the knight''s two-handed sword at her waist, and walked towards the buildings not far from the temple without looking back.


    ?That should be where Nannick arranges accommodation for outsiders.


    Lan En didn''t stop him. He just tilted his head and watched with interest as this female warrior, who must have an unusual identity, walked away.


    —


    The dinner in the Temple of Meriteli started on time.


    It must be reiterated that Meritelli''s faith is more about showing the softness and motherhood of women, so it is not a very strict religion.


    There are also very few restrictions on clergy.


    ?So in the large dining hall of this temple, the priests, priest apprentices, and people who sought help and received food and accommodation from the temple during this period all ate in this hall.


    ?Several solid wood tables are put together to form a long dining table. These tables have been around for a long time.


    ??There is oil stain that has been integrated into the wood. Unless you use a scraper and scrape it carefully with sawdust, the black spots cannot be wiped off at all.


    ?At least thirty people can sit down in this row.


    There are four dining tables in the large dining hall.


    The priests in the temple sat together with the guests, and the food and use were the same.


    Dinner is beetroot soup with bread, which is not exquisite but is easy to make and eat.


    By the time Lan En came in, the whole canteen was already noisy, just like every restaurant.


    ?Some people took pottery or wooden bowls to serve rice, while others were already sitting on the long table and eating.


    The mercenary, whose hair was shiny and tangled, stuffed bread soaked in soup into his mouth and complained that it would be nice to have a glass of beer, even just a small glass.


    Nennik sat among the priests and priest apprentices, and from time to time he would hit the little girls who were staring at the men on the head with a spoon.


    ??And warned them loudly that even if they sleep with a man here, they are not allowed to delay their usual homework and work, and if they don''t want to have children now, they must take contraceptive measures.


    ??Nannik also said not to be emotional easily, and don''t think that the sweet words that men blurt out when they are enjoying **** are true.


    She has seen too many priest apprentices in this temple who believed the truth and then followed the men out, leading to a miserable life.


    ?Then the kind fat old woman also warned the men that men and women are allowed to have **** in the temple of Meritelli, but it must be consensual and no transactions are allowed.


    ???If a man feels that he is strong and his blood is high and he can''t control his dick, then she will make that man''s lungs grow hair in his chest.


    It made everyone’s hair stand on end.


    (End of this chapter)