Chapter 116 That woman! The emotionless Geralt was finally afraid.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the study, and Mossack appeared in the study driving the portal.
"I found Triss, Lan, your dream was right." Mossack sighed, "I found her in her secret laboratory, I didn't expect that she would be... injured. Like this."
Thinking back to the girl he met in the laboratory, if Lan hadn't given Mossak some mental training in advance, the old druid wouldn't even have recognized that she was his former friend.
"I brought her to Duan Kanal for treatment. Do you want to go and see her? If you want her to join us in the future, now is the best time for you to meet her." Lann looked at
it At the portal in mid-air, his face turned pale and he swallowed: "I don't care... It's mainly because Ciri is there. After all, she needs to learn magic from the warlock..."
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Blow The center of Chiron's Woods, Doon Canal, means "the place of oaks" in the ancient language.
Triss felt that the burning sensation of the flames still seemed to remain on her skin, and she even felt that the flames on her body had not extinguished yet, although she understood that this was just an illusion.
Accompanied by a vague burning sensation, a cool and gentle stream of water washed over Triss's body at the same time. The intertwining of hot and cold made her feel unbearable pain and itching at the same time.
She heard what seemed to be women's conversations around her, both adults and children.
Then there were magical fluctuations in the air, and Triss felt that the water she was soaking in suddenly clung to her wounds as if it had its own consciousness.
"Don't use potions..." Triss screamed desperately, "I'm allergic to potions..." "
Are you awake?" A soft voice sounded in my ears, the sound was like leaves blown by the summer wind. It is calming:
"Don't worry, the fourteenth person of Soden Mountain. The water of Brochlon is not only magic, it also has a gift from nature, which is the effect of herbal medicine."
This voice is calming.
"Agres, will she be okay?" Tris heard a little girl's voice again.
"Yes, little princess."
Triss noticed the words used by the two people. Water of Brochlon? Is this Blochlon Forest? The two people around are dryads, but what does the little princess mean? The dryad queen has another child?
Triss tried her best to open her eyes and look around, but she couldn't muster any strength.
Ciri looked at the sorceress soaking in the spring with pity for a while, lowered her head and left in a hurry.
Outside, Lann, who had just arrived at the land of oak trees, was holding on to the tree and retching, and Mossack gently stroked his back with an amused look on his face.
"Lan, do you want to go in and see her? The seriously injured sorceress."
Lann wiped his mouth and nodded.
"But she's not wearing any clothes." Ciri wrinkled her lovely nose, "Although she's burned very unsightly, she's not wearing any clothes." "
And Agreis is about the same. Why are dryads like this? Lan, you Can I go in blindfolded?"
Mossak took a step back with a kind smile, stroking his beard and watching the conversation between the two lions, one big and one small.
Lann hugged Ciri into his arms and touched her little head, which was just above her waist: "Does Triss look bad?"
Ciri nodded: "It's terrible. I hope she will be fast." Get better."
"With the blessings of our kind little princess, she will definitely recover as soon as possible."
Xili suddenly slapped Lan's hand away, took two steps back and said angrily: "Don't think of me anymore. A child, especially you!"
She glared at Lan, who was still smiling, and pursed her lips: "She has no clothes on now...Lan, is she really important? For the future, for Xint La, for us?"
Lann nodded: "It is very important, you must also have a good relationship with her, she will be one of your magic teachers in the future. Believe me, you will like her in the future." Hearing this
. With Lan's explanation, Ciri's lips pursed even higher.
But she still said: "Okay, you go in. She definitely needs someone to comfort her now."
After saying that, Shirley suddenly stepped forward and pushed Lan hard. The lion-eyed demon hunter took two steps back cooperatively. Otherwise, with his steady foot, Xili might have been thrown to the ground by the reaction force.
Mossack finally couldn't hold back his laughter this time.
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In the Brochlon Spring, Triss finally gathered some strength to open her eyes. Her eyes, which had not received light for a long time, were stung for a moment by the sunlight projected through the leaves.
After it took her a long time to adjust to the brightness around her, she suddenly heard the sound of iron boots hitting the ground in her ears.
That was the sound of combat boots and shin guards. This sound frightened Triss, who had just retreated from the battlefield for a short time. She turned her eyes with all her strength and saw the figure of a man.
Her blond hair is as dazzling as the sun, her cheeks are as handsome as a statue, and her eyes are as majestic and breathtaking as a lion.
I don’t know why, but the fear that emerged from the bottom of Triss’s heart suddenly disappeared again.
"Lan?" Triss's voice was a little confused. She had heard rumors about the death of the person in front of her in the north. "I see...Am I dead?"
Lann looked at the sorceress with large burns on her skin in front of her. , with pity in his eyes: "I'm not dead, Triss. The same goes for you, you won't die either." "
But I heard rumors..."
Lan sat down cross-legged by the pool, scooped up a splash of water and gently The ground rained on Triss's wound.
[Discovering the Source of Magic]
He glanced at the dryad doctor Aigrace who was busy on the side, and Isna, who was obviously watching silently on the side, gave up on absorbing all the water of Brokilon. Clean and tempting thoughts.
Compared with a few skill points, this strange healing method is more strategic for Lann now. Everything must be irreplaceable.
The most important thing for him at this time is to communicate more with Triss: "You have heard my rumors, and I have heard your rumors: Fourteen warlocks died on Soden Mountain, and you were one of them."
" Soden Mountain..." Triss's expression suddenly became confused, and then painful memories came up, and her body that should have been weak even began to struggle slowly.
"I was shot by an arrow... Then there was a flame that set my skirt on fire, and then a soldier's dagger... Lann, I screamed in the laboratory for several days, and no one found me... "
I found you, Triss, I found you. Now you are saved." Lan put his hand into the spring water and held Triss's hand.
Triss' soft palm grasped the hard touch, and the struggling body gradually calmed down.
"I have screamed in despair and no one answered me, and I have struggled in pain day after day. Now I have survived, and so have you, Triss. What doesn't kill us will only make us worse. powerful."
Lann controlled his voice to be as low as possible, even suppressing a little bubble sound. According to Shiri's description, she particularly liked this sound and once wished she could listen to bedtime stories with this sound.
If the sorceress hadn't refused to take the Yakshi Seal, he would have had it in his hands by now.
Fortunately, Triss's mood finally calmed down. She was finally exhausted, and her consciousness became hazy. She muttered unintentionally: "You have experienced it too, you understand me..." before
murmuring During the sound, Lan just held Triss's hand, while using the other hand to hold the Spring of Brokilon, watering Triss's body one after another.
A few minutes later, as if reason suddenly returned, Triss's eyes suddenly became clear: "Lan, I need you to do me another favor." "
I need to contact other warlocks to pass on the news that I am still alive. At the same time, I also need their magic to speed up the healing of my body and repair my appearance..."
Lann nodded and agreed: "It's nothing. I'll call Mossack in. He has the magic to contact you warlocks. Device, just tell him."
"No, don't let him in." Triss's voice suddenly weakened, "I don't want others to see what I look like now..."
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Gerro Te has recently become very close to the craftsmen in Blochlon Town.
Although the plan is to take Ciri back to Kaer Morhen, what is different from the original work is that Ciri is not fleeing at this time, but going to seek refuge, or to "study".
Therefore, the Lannister retainers naturally would not allow Ciri to rush to Kaer Morhen empty-handed, and they had to prepare other luggage.
At first, Enns prepared casual clothes, dresses, and skirts for various occasions, but Geralt expressionlessly rejected them all.
Then the old housekeeper asked the craftsmen in Brochlon Town to make protective gear for Xili's training. Taking into account the little girl's physical development, the craftsmen planned to tailor a complete set, which could be replaced every once in a while.
This time Geralt had no objection, and was even excited to go back and do more. Even though the wolf faction lives in a big castle, they can't even afford to repair the roof.
In the evening, when Geralt returned to the Lord's Mansion where he was temporarily staying, he saw Lan explaining something to Enns, which sounded like he was about to arrange a room.
"What's wrong, are there any new guests?"
Lan noticed White Wolf's words and sighed.
Poor Geralt didn't know what he was about to face.
"Sit down." Lann led Bai Lang back to his study, stretched out his hand to signal, and his tone was indescribably polite.
Only he knew that he was holding back his laughter at the moment.
"Geralt, I'm going to tell you something. Don't be afraid."
Lan's expression was indescribably serious. So Geralt looked at those glowing lion eyes, and his expression became solemn.
(End of chapter)