Chapter 58 Lann’s price is five hundred
crowns. Eisna chuckled, very satisfied with today’s results.
She raised her drink high, clinked it with Lann in a ceremonial manner, and then raised her slender neck to drink it all in one gulp.
Dryad's wine is indeed unique. In addition to the sweetness of alcohol and fruit wood, it also has an indescribable fragrance that is refreshing. Lann planned to put this on the trade list later.
Lan smacked his lips and suddenly said: "It's just...Ms. Aisna, do you know that I am only fifteen years old this year. Due to personal considerations, this plan of 'introducing the ancient blood into the tree spirits' may not be implemented in detail. The time needs to be delayed a little."
As soon as these words came out, Aisna's expression management was out of control.
Not to mention the other three dryads, they all stared at Lann's tall and mighty figure that was not inferior to Geralt with almost bulging expressions, and scenes of Lann's brave fighting appeared in their minds at the same time.
No matter what, I can't compare the person in front of me to a fifteen-year-old.
"Ah, is this really...is this also the effect of ancient blood? It's really unheard of and wonderful."
Eisna rubbed her head with a headache, and glanced at Lan En's empty wine glass in confusion:
"Forget it. , it should be over soon."
Huh? End soon? What's the meaning?
Lann felt that what the Dryad Queen said was incomprehensible, and he was confused in his heart. Suddenly, he felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes. The refreshing aroma of wine rushed to his brain and enveloped his entire consciousness. In an instant, it seemed as if countless colorful stars were twinkling together in front of his eyes.
……what's the situation?
Lan fell heavily to the ground, and the empty wine glass rolled from his hand onto the grass. A thin layer of wine at the bottom seeped into the soil.
"Really... isn't this a waste of wine..."
Rann's chaotic mind was thinking wildly, in front of his sight. Geralt seemed to have heard the noise and came towards this direction. Esna turned around and faced her. The two people in the distance seemed to be talking about something, and they walked further and further away.
Then he felt a lightness on his body, and his body was released from the heavy armor.
Eventually he lost all consciousness.
.........
"Is he really only fifteen years old? Isn't it too..."
"Hurry up."
"Okay, it should be over soon."
.........
for a long time.
"Not yet?"
"Well..."
...
for a long time.
"You're not feeling well yet?"
"Well...can you help me..."
...
just a little while longer.
"Didn't I say it would end soon!"
"Maybe... it's because of the effect of the ancient blood..."
...
Generally speaking, for the sake of the future peace and development of both territories and their respective territorial residents, this announcement Representatives of the Lokilon tree spirit clan had a cordial and friendly conversation with the lord of Brokilon town.
The two sides respected each other, talked candidly, fully exchanged views and enhanced their understanding of each other. At the same time, both parties also reserve the right to make further reactions to differences.
Looking at the big picture, this meeting is beneficial. Congratulations, congratulations.
The next day, early morning.
The ancient and deep Blochlon Forest looks solemn, dignified and magnificent under the blue sky. The sun shines through the lush canopy of trees and onto the eyelids of the sleeping man.
Lan En woke up leisurely, feeling only pain in his waist and back, as if he had fought bloody battles with several enemies for three days and three nights with his bare hands.
His eyes shifted, and the armor was neatly put aside. He was only wearing inner lining at this time, and only half of it. His muscular upper body was naked. Fortunately, there is soft grass under me, and a layer of clean leaves is specially provided.
On his left hand side is a cloth bag embroidered with leaves and vines. When he opened it, he saw that it was full of crowns.
Lan's confused brain began to rewind, recalling the words he had talked to the dryads before signing the agreement.
["If... there is something we want but the other party is unwilling to give up, how can we get it?" "
Can you tell me what it is?"
"No."
"Then maybe... you can add Try the money."]
Lan En kicked the bag away with all his strength, and yelled angrily: "I taught you to add money so that you can use it in this kind of place?" "That's unreasonable! It's simply, simply
... That's too much!"
"Do I need this little money? Why don't you give me a few pots of Brokilon water!" "
One day I will let you know what it means to 'Lannister must pay his debts'!"
The angry voice of the young earl resounded through the woods, startling a large number of morning birds.
Hearing the noise here, Geralt and Maria Balin walked over from the jungle not far away.
The witcher, who was rumored to be emotionless, had a playful expression at the moment. After looking Lan En up and down, he turned around and picked up the bag kicked away by the frustrated Earl, and began to count the coins inside with a familiar technique.
Maria Balin lowered her head, but her eyes were shining in a place where others could not see. From time to time, she raised her head and glanced at Lan secretly with her shining eyes.
"Congratulations, Earl Lannister, you have become one of the 'few humans'. And you are a minority among the few - you actually still have money." Geralt tightened the bag and said, "This There are a full five hundred crowns in it."
The demon hunter sighed: "I don't know how many monsters I have to kill to save so much money. After all, there are fewer and fewer monsters now, and the work is getting harder and harder to get." "
Give them all . You! Consider it the reward for your subsequent missions!"
The demon hunter refused with a serious face: "I can't ask for this kind of money. The new armor and war horse are enough to pay my reward. We have principles."
Ma Leah Balin trotted over, picked up the lining on the ground and put it on Lan's body.
"What are you doing!"
After hearing Lan's question, Maria Balin, a huntress who has been wandering on the edge of the forest and human society all year round, raised the lining with her hands that had never served anyone before and said, "I, I Come and wear armor for you, Lord."
Lann said with a dark face: "Can you?"
The huntress lowered her head, but her eyes shone: "I can learn!"
Lann stared at her, suddenly Said: "I don't care who you were before or what you did. Many people in life have no choice in this era. Not everyone deserves a second chance, and you got this opportunity, so you have to cherish it.
Since You have become my subject, so bid farewell to the past and change your name to a new one. From now on, you will be named after Red Kite and called 'Milva'. I expect more from you than just a maid, do you understand?"
Milva raised his head: "I follow your order, Lord. Are you still wearing armor?"
Lann gritted his back teeth. There was really no way for one person to wear the plate armor of this era.
"Put it on!"
Bai Lang suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, seeming to be smiling. After looking at it for a while, he threw the money bag towards Lan.
"Geralt, take this thing away from me!"
"We only take the money we should take. We have principles, Lan."
"Take it away!"
PS: Happy New Year's Eve everyone! I'll save the article today and update it soon. Save some time in the evening to watch the Spring Festival Gala with your family, let’s all join in! dumpling! Smash it!
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