Chapter 995 977 Adjusting the Atmosphere

Chapter 995 977. Adjust the atmosphere

"Good day, my lord."

Lincoln, who was already waiting behind the door, first bowed to Lan En on Qilin's back and said hello, then straightened up and nodded to the kitten standing on Qilin's head.

"Good day, flannel ball."

"Hello to you too, Lincoln!"

Lan En turned over and dismounted, and Lincoln stepped forward to give him a courtesy support.

Express the status relationship of subordinates.

When Lan En stood on the ground, Lincoln seemed to be curious and wanted to slowly put his hand on Qilin's neck and touch it.

But then, "Whoops!"

Qilin turned his head to his side and exhaled, the hot air expelled from his wet nostrils still carrying an electric arc.

Lincoln, who was wearing knight armor, was electrocuted.

"Eh~"

The electric current caused a trembling scream to come out of the knight's mouth, which stopped after a moment.

Meanwhile, Flanbuqiu and Lan En were watching the fun with malicious smiles.

The knights in the castle were also in an uproar.

The last time Lan En went outside the city of Gos Velen to receive his knights again, he did not ride Qilin over.

After all, considering their receptivity, a talking Elcat would be quite amazing.

Now, a mount that could match Lan En's body type was already unusual.

Coupled with this expensive and heavy magic horse gear, there is also the majestic temperament of Qilin itself.

"Is this a unicorn?!"

This voice could be heard faintly among the knights.

"It seems that you have been waiting for a while." Lincoln trembled with his hands and looked at Lan En with a grin. Apparently he was not used to the feeling of being lightly shocked. "Achieve a lot?"

"Haha!" Lan En, who succeeded in the prank, leaned over and hugged Lincoln's shoulders and shook him.

"It's called Qilin, and he's my friend. No, there's no need to take care of it, it can play happily on its own."

Lan En said as he called for Geralt to follow him.

White Wolf handed Carrot's reins to the members of the Ember Knights who were waiting.

He is also an old acquaintance with the members of these knights. After all, they fought side by side in Sintra.

But after not seeing each other for such a long time, he just felt that these people were completely different from the original group of stragglers.

"Long time no see, I leave it to you, He Lin."

His hair was still wet from the sweat of training, and the knight lying on his forehead smiled and took the reins.

"Isn't this horse still called Carrot?"

"What else? That's what my horses are called, you know."

The two smiled at each other and patted their shoulders. After Geralt waved again, he quickened his pace slightly and rushed towards Lan En and the others who were walking in front.

As soon as he stepped forward, Geralt noticed an acquaintance approaching.

Stuart Lynn, son of Hackthor Lynn.

The originally handsome and young knight now had half of his face shattered. Instead of letting Aretusa's technology reshape his face, he just patched up the gap in his cheek with an iron chin.

But that iron chin was of no use, it just made his temperament more scary in addition to being cold.

Geralt looked at Stuart with a somewhat complicated look.

The two of them had had a lot of friction before in the refugee group in Sintra, but after Haxo explained everything in letters and cleared up the misunderstanding, Stewart had been destroyed into a humanoid form.

It took a long time to rescue him in Aretusa.

Geralt had no chance to talk to him, so he could only protect Ciri and rush to Kaer Morhen.

Xili's identity was too sensitive at the time, and even now, and he didn't dare to stop at all.

So now when acquaintances met, Geralt, who was not very good at communicating, just walked up to Stuart and opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Stewart's cold temperament was even more exaggerated than before the injury, so even when Geralt walked up to him, he just glanced at him.

"By the way, I've never been to this castle before. Stuart, please introduce it to me."

Just as the atmosphere between the two became more solid, Lan En's voice broke in like an icebreaker.

The young demon hunter seemed completely unaware of the abnormality in the atmosphere, and naturally inserted himself between the two. Two hands were placed on their shoulders, one on each side, and they were pulled forward.

Lan En's good communication skills and emotional sensitivity allowed Lan En to eliminate the barriers with almost no surprises.

"Lincoln is the commander you appointed to hold your ring, my lord."

Stewart said calmly, and Lan smiled indifferently.

"But you are also involved in management, right? Don't deny it, I can feel it from the people in the Knights."

"So, do you want to punish me for overstepping my authority? I have no objection."

"Condemnation? Don't be so serious, Stuart."

Lan En patted him on the shoulder. Although he deliberately controlled the force, the knight with a cold expression still shook him hard and coughed.

"Lincoln doesn't have your management experience. I think he has potential, but this potential is far from being developed. Your guidance will be very helpful to him."

"And the Knights can't always have just such a small number of people. It's inevitable that the management team will be richer."

"Please, even the style of the noble coat of arms on the ring seal is the draft you gave me. I wish I had many people to worry about this kind of chore for me."

In just a few sentences, Lan En completed the task of 'breaking the ice', 'pacifying people' and 'looking forward to future development'.

Even as an outsider of the Knights, Geralt could clearly feel that when Lann first arrived, the atmosphere of the Knights was excited but a little tense.

The knights were worried that their current situation would make their masters unhappy.

They admired Lann, just like worshipping a god, but they were also nervous in front of him.

Now the atmosphere was greatly relaxed, as if Lann had not been away from the leadership position for a long time, but had always been with them.

I can't do this even if I live for hundreds of years.

Geralt relaxed with the atmosphere and said to himself in his heart.

Lann was regulating the atmosphere on the scene like a fish in water.

He was friends with everyone here, and they had shared campfires and food in the wild.

But the identity of a friend did not mean that he did not need to use the means of a leader to carry out overall regulation.

Friends are friends, but after forming a group, group management must be adopted to ensure the operation of the organization.

This has nothing to do with the closeness of the relationship, but a question of the strength of the group's organizational strength.

So even if Lann had friendships with everyone here, he would use some "skills" at the appropriate time.

For example, the few words just now, and his matching small expressions and small movements.

"You are the son of the royal steward, Stuart."

Lan En opened his hands slightly, pretending to be "waiting to see the show".

"We are all a group of "idiots" who can only chop people. Can you still expect them to introduce me?"

No malicious laughter is a good way to stir up the atmosphere, especially for people of higher status.

So the people around laughed together without caring.

Stuart sighed and shrugged, and walked to the front of the line like a resigned person.

"Then, please allow me to introduce you to this castle where the Knights are stationed, sir."

It seems that Stuart has indeed learned a lot from his father.

In terms of posture and etiquette, there is nothing wrong.

He stood by the road and bowed slightly, while extending his arm into the castle, as if inviting him to enter.

The flannel ball lay on Lan En's shoulder and curiously followed the group in.

"King Foltest's material support has never stopped. We have also returned all the donations from other countries in accordance with your instructions."

"There are currently 61 members of the Embers Knights in High Hill Castle, but there are almost twice as many servants, and two royal liaisons from Temeria."

"The main body of the castle is made of local rocks, and it is a typical hill castle. It is a defensive military fortress in terms of function, and its appearance adopts the style of a tower castle."

As Stuart introduced, Lan En walked into the main body of the castle.

As the son of the former Cintra royal steward, although he later became a knight, Haxo's knowledge still influenced him.

The speed and tone of speaking, the order of introduction, the brief and detailed arrangements. These are details that untrained people cannot find.

Military castles do not consider the issue of comfort, so the commander's room is not spacious.

But after walking all the way, Lan En still saw large furniture that fits his body shape in the room.

This room belonging to the owner of the castle rarely shows some comfort.

Lan En sat on the big chair behind the desk. Next to the big chair, Lincoln specially placed a small chair that fits the size of the flannel ball.

After Lan En sat down, the flannel ball also jumped up excitedly.

This was considered to be the scene of the formal conversation.

"As usual, this is the account book for this period, sir."

Lincoln's armor was no different from that of the other members of the Embers Knights, but the large notebook hanging on his waist like a messenger bag was very eye-catching.

It was considered his personal symbol within the Knights.

Lincoln opened the big book, pulled out a key from the pages, and then opened a metal safe in the room and took out a notebook.

Financial records, or traces of resource flow. The controller of any organization, if he does not have control over this thing, is just a puppet on the stage.

Lan En flipped through it twice, and Mentos had already sorted out all the details.

In addition to the initial large amount of funding, Foltest was also responsible for the replenishment of materials and the monthly capital input.

The first round of funding was 20,000 orens, and 2,000 orens were allocated each month. Supplies were calculated separately. Lan estimated that he put the burden of supplies on Governor Visserad of Velen.

Even for the old knights in Temeria, this treatment was completely beyond the standard.

On average, a knight with property could get dozens of orens of agricultural products or a small amount of coins from the villages under his name every month.

If he joined the knights, the nobles to whom the knights belonged would give the knight a symbolic monthly allowance.

But none of the members of the Embers Knights were knights with property. Even if they had property before, they were now Nilfgaardians.