Chapter 41 Let’s talk about fate.
Eisna laughed contemptuously. She walked up to Lan and raised her head, forcing Lan to look directly into her eyes.
It was obviously her who was looking up, but Lan En felt like he was looking up at the giant in a daze.
It was an unspeakable aura from a superior person, and Eisna was already slightly angry.
"I heard that people in Sintra call you 'Young Lion', but in my eyes you are just a 'Lion Cub'. If you are really a smart person, then you should understand: I know everything Since this topic has not been brought up, there is no need to discuss it anymore. Does Calanthe dote on you too much, Lannister? You are so ignorant that you are cute. The
little lord of Cintra wants to discuss cooperation with us? If you have If you listen carefully to the conversation I just had with Gwenbraed, you should understand that I don't care about what you humans call peace. And soon there will be no peace between us, and you won't be able to bring your princess back." Queen Eisna understood
. Everything, or in other words, this is what a qualified immortal queen should look like.
She clearly understands the attitude of the kings of the surrounding countries, and she also clearly understands what she is doing and the consequences of doing so.
But her persistence towards Ciri was extraordinary. Even at the risk of war with Cintra, she wanted Ciri to become a member of the Dryad.
Lane understood why. This is to maintain the tradition of the dryads and to introduce the ancient blood to the dryads.
"This is a choice of fate. Leave. The only smart thing about you is that you don't stubbornly want to take away the princess. This allows you to go back alive and prepare for battle." The tree spirit said, "But I am willing to show mercy and let you see her for the last time." Take a look at your princess. You and Gwenbraed can come to watch the ceremony together tomorrow."
In the eyes of people who cannot predict the future, it seems that Ciri's stay here has become a certainty, unless Cintra's army can survive in half a day. Duane Kanal descended from the inner sky, otherwise there would definitely be a new little tree elf in Brochlon tomorrow.
Lann had a different opinion on this. He knew what would happen tomorrow and the transformation process would fail.
For the dryads who have adhered to thousands of years of tradition, this is a great stimulus that almost shakes their faith, and will cause a huge blow to the psychological defense of the dryad queen.
That's when Lane took action. He thought he could take advantage of this and plant a seed in the heart of the Dryad Queen, and when the seed sprouted and grew, it would bear his fruit.
In order to maximize the effect, he planned to lay the groundwork.
Let’s talk about the knowledge point again: the most complex ideas often only require the simplest expression. And explaining one's mysterious thoughts to the occult masters often only requires simple occult techniques.
Facing the menacing Dryad Queen, Lann, who had been suppressed and unable to express anything, suddenly laughed.
He said confidently: "In fact, Ms. Aisna, I think it was fate that brought me here. Whether it is to discuss a contract with you or to take away Ciri, and I also believe that fate will make The best choice."
It would be impolite to say more.
This sentence surprised Eisna. She expected that the young knight in front of her would have a variety of reactions, just like the reactions that humans had in front of him in the past. Either he bowed his head and knelt down and prayed that he would let the princess go, or he gritted his teeth and threatened to use the army to suppress the situation in an attempt to scare himself.
But this was definitely not what she expected. The human in front of her actually talked about fate with her. A teenage human talked about fate with her hundreds-year-old dryad queen?
"Destiny? Lann of Cintra, are you talking to me about fate?"
Lann continued: "In fact, Ms. Aisna, even if you are not counted, there is more than one person in this room who is deeply entangled in fate. ."
Eisna glanced at Geralt, who was expressionless at the side, and then turned to look at Lann.
She first stared at the blond hair that was comparable to the sun, then stared at the shining blue eyes, and then the knife-like smile, from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.
"Lann Lannister Leanne." Eisna chewed on the name and closed her eyes for a while to feel it.
After a long time, she said meaningfully, "You are special, the young lion of Sintra, but you are not special enough. Destiny is a double-edged sword, be careful not to be hurt by it." After saying that, Aisna took
the The dryad guards left.
She left, but there were still people in the house who couldn't calm down because of her words.
The Baron of Verdon realized something was wrong.
"Geralt?" Fresnet's face turned pale. "What does that dryad mean? Why does she want Ciri to stay? Even at the risk of starting a war with Cintra?" Geralt sighed: "
Esna wants Turn the princess into a dryad and give her a new name. Then within two or three years, her arrows will shoot into the eyes of her brothers and even her parents - if they dare to break into Brokilon." The
Witcher He stepped forward and patted Lan's shoulder, seeming to comfort him.
"Hell!" Fresnet shouted, his face pale, "Evel will be furious. Geralt? Can't..." "No." The
witcher interrupted him, "Don't even try. Otherwise, You can’t even think of walking out of Doon Canal alive."
Fresnet murmured: "Are we going to lose that little guy? I actually like her quite a bit..."
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The next morning, Lan En and Geralt were led by the dryad to the residence of the dryad queen.
Brian, who was leading the way, had an expressionless face and pressed his lips tightly together.
According to Geralt's introduction last night, Lan knew that the dryad in front of him was also transformed from a human girl, but she seemed to still have a little bit of memory from her time as a human. Apparently she hadn't been transformed long enough.
This participation in Ciri's transformation seemed to bring back some bad memories for the young dryad.
Lan asked softly: "What was your previous name, Brian? You know when I am referring to."
Brian's face was expressionless: "Gwen Braid also asked me this question, and I gave the same answer. Answer: That's not important. Be careful what you say, Lann of Cintra, there is no friendship between us."
Lann shrugged and said nothing. Geralt's expression was heavy and he had no idea of speaking, so he went to the Dryad Queen There was no more conversation along the way.
Aisna's residence is a huge oak tree. More precisely, three oak trees that grow close to each other. They are at least three hundred years old, but their branches are still green and there is no sign of dryness. The trunk is hollow and the interior is quite spacious with a high conical ceiling. A weak oil lamp illuminates the simple but quite comfortable room.
Eisna sat on her knees on the carpet in the center of the room, slowly and carefully combing Xili's long hair, and said scary words in a gentle tone: "
This hair is very beautiful, I should be able to keep it in the future.
" He crossed his legs and sat motionless in front of Aisna. She seemed to have taken a bath, her body was pink and clean, her back was straight, and her almond-colored eyes were wide open.
"Come in, take a seat."
The two of them saluted, and then sat upright on the ground.
"Have you rested?" she asked, without looking over here or stopping combing her hair. "When do you want to go back? How about tomorrow morning?"
"As you wish, ruler of Brokiron." Geralt replied coldly, "As long as you say a word, I will no longer be an eyesore to you in Doon Karnar." (End of this chapter
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