Chapter 57 The Lord's Obligations
Several tree elves went deep into the woods and stopped at a place where they could be seen from a distance. The witcher estimated the distance and nodded towards Lann.
"I am Lord Lannister of Cintra. Since you said you are my subject, you are my property, do you understand?" "Tell me now
, your name? And, what on earth are you doing? Who is it?"
The female hunter who was cowering on the ground glanced in the direction of the dryads, shook her whole body, and nodded hurriedly.
Judging from what she just heard, if it weren't for the kindness of the earl, she would definitely have been killed by the tree spirits.
She knelt down and said: "You saved me, and from now on you are my lord. I am Maria Balin of Soden." Lann nodded and asked
Geralt to take care of this new citizen for a while. , and walked in the direction of Esna and the others.
Behind him, the sounds of Geralt and the girl talking were heard.
"Child, you shouldn't have come to poach in the dryad's territory. How old are you?" "
I'm sixteen years old... I've always lived like this, growing up."
As we walked, a few words began to appear inexplicably. Lann began to arrange combinations in his mind: Brochlon, dryad, sixteen, trap, poacher, Thorden, Maria Balin.
There is a feeling of déjà vu.
Lann frowned: Maria Balin...Milva Balinger...Milva...Milva?
A name flashed in his mind: "Red Kite" Milva!
Lan turned around and walked back, startling the two people who were talking again.
"Tell me why you are here, how you started poaching, right now!"
Maria Balin stuttered and began to tell her experience:
She was born in a ranger family in Soden, and learned from her father. Gain hunting skills. After his father's death, he wandered in the north and hunted for a living. He made harvests in many royal hunting grounds and forbidden forests. He was discovered by guards on some occasions, but he managed to escape every time except this time.
The scrutiny told by the girl is almost exactly the same as what Lan saw in the original work in his previous life. If it matches, it’s her.
Lan En looked at the girl with determined eyes, as if he saw her future.
It was originally supposed to be tonight, after the sixteen-year-old girl was caught in the tree spirit's noose trap, she was supposed to hang in the cold night all night, and then she was discovered by the tree spirits and put down by Ms. Esna herself, and accepted. She retained her human identity and was given the name "Milva" - which means "red kite" in the ancient Elvish language.
In the future, Milva will join Geralt's girl-hunting team after Geralt loses Ciri again, and will die as a result.
Lann knew even more how amazing and beautiful this girl actually was.
Milva has two main achievements.
One is to convey information to the tree spirits as a human and complete the infiltration work. As a spy, he foiled four human expeditions against Brokilon.
Second, in the final battle to save Ciri, in order to cover his teammates, he single-handedly used his life to suppress all the archers of an entire mercenary group on the opposite side, almost creating a vacuum zone for long-range attacks.
This is a top talent in multiple fields. A more intuitive numerical representation of Milva's combat power is: In Gwent cards designed with characters from the "Witcher" series, Milva's attack power is "10".
And in the Gwent camp of the Scoia'tael, there are two legendary gold cards of Milva.
Gold cards, two.
Looking at Maria Balin with her head lowered and uneasy in front of her, Lan couldn't help but sigh.
I haven't had time to play cards after traveling for so long, but I didn't expect to gather the real person of Jinka first.
With the sudden appearance of a general, Lann's good mood became lighter due to the signing of the peace agreement. He walked happily towards the dryads and saw that they were also talking in a low voice.
Ellie, Dunka and Brian seemed to have serious expressions.
"Ms. Aisna, I've finished handling the matter here. I heard that you have any other personal matters that you would like to discuss with me?" The
Dryad Queen nodded.
Ellie took out a water bag, and Dunka and Brian each took out a silver cup to fill the water.
Lann's eyes suddenly lit up, he was quite expecting it, thinking it was the water of Brokilon.
Unfortunately, the Cat Pie badge on his chest did not light up, and the system did not respond accordingly when he took the silver cup.
Seeing the change in Lan's expression, Aisna covered her mouth and chuckled: "This is just a celebratory drink to celebrate the signing of our contract. You seem to be looking forward to the water of Brochlon.
In Duan Canal's At that time, you seemed to have fleeting magic fluctuations in your body after drinking Brokilon's water, but you don't seem to be the source of magic."
Aisna's eyes were playful: "So, I guess Brokilon's water has some effects on you. The body has benefits that we don't know about. Right, son of the ancient bloodline?"
Lann's heart skipped a beat, but he looked at the three tree spirits quietly, and they seemed to have no intention of attacking.
And Eisna didn't seem to show any anger after revealing her secret, which made Lan feel a little relieved.
Lann smiled awkwardly and said: "Destiny is always wonderful. I didn't know that my blood would have such magical power. Maybe this is why fate guided me to come to Brokilon." Eisna walked up
to On one side, he gently stroked the hanging branches, as if a mother was caressing her coquettish child.
She said: "Yes, fate is always wonderful. My daughter once hoped to have a child with Gwen Blade, but unfortunately the witcher could not bring him anything. But many years later, he brought us The son of the ancient bloodline.
I initially thought that Princess Cirilla was the person I had been waiting for, the person who would break the predicament of the tree spirits. But it turned out that she was not." The
branches seemed to have spirituality under Esna's touch. The ground swayed slightly, swaying and rustling in the breeze.
The Dryad Queen looked at Lann, whose expression changed, and said in an almost chanting tone: "The Sword of Fate has two blades, and you are one of them. It turns out that you are the son of the ancient bloodline we are looking for, Lann Lannis. Tre'anlen."
"Originally, I planned to put this in the terms of the peace treaty. But for you human nobles, this does not seem very decent? So I decided to use a private request to deal with you. Negotiation:
I hope that the ancient blood can join the dryad clan, Lann."
The dryad queen's tone was indescribably soft, a tone she had never shown to humans.
Listening to all this, Lan almost lost control of his expression, and a suspicion slowly expanded in his mind.
"Uh... Brokilon's water is ineffective on me, and if I remember correctly, the dryad clan has no other conversion magic, so if I understand correctly..." Eisna said softly
: "The tree spirit clan has more than one way to increase its population, you know."
Lann hesitated to speak, hesitated to speak, and thought over and over again.
"In principle, I have no problem."
This is a necessary sacrifice for the peace and friendship of Brochlon Town and Brochlon Forest!
(End of chapter)