When the Demon Hunters, Dandelion, and Ciri came out, they were met by Hacksaw, who was still smiling but didn't look friendly.
And there was Stuart, with his leg bandaged but still in armor, leading a group of more than fifty soldiers.
These soldiers were all injured as well.
But now, the soldiers who fought side by side at dusk were subtly placing their hands on their weapon hilts.
"What does this mean?"
Lann stood at the front, calmly questioning.
Behind him, Geralt was holding Ciri close. The White Wolf was keeping her head down so she couldn't see much.
"What does it mean?" As if hearing the biggest joke, Hacksaw suddenly raised his steel scepter and smashed it to the ground!
"Bang."
"It means you're not some so-called Bordeaux at all! You're Lann of Sintra! Right?!"
The loud declaration was like a bomb thrown onto a calm lake!
The previously peaceful and joyous camp suddenly had a lot of people gathering over.
"Lann of Sintra... is the Hunter Marquis?!"
