Chapter 42 Eisna: This is the first time in hundreds of years.
"Geralt." Eisna slowly turned her head, "Please don't get me wrong. I know you and respect you. I know you never hurt the tree spirit or Mizuze." Fairies, goblins and nymphs. Even often came to their aid. But that changed nothing.
We are so different, our worlds so different. I don't want to and can't make an exception for you in the way we do things. I can't make an exception for anyone. People make exceptions."
Eisna looked at Lann again and said, "Look, you talked to me about fate yesterday, and now this room is full of people who are entangled with fate." Indeed, there are only four people in the room now
. Individually, Geralt, Ciri, Lann and Eisna herself.
Eisna pointed at the witcher and said as if to introduce:
"The news about Brochron is not closed. I have heard rumors about witchers. When asking for rewards, witchers sometimes ask The other party made a weird oath: 'Give me what you don't know about in your house.' 'Give me what you already have but don't know about.' Sound familiar? You're trying to change your destiny this way
. Toward. You are trying to find a boy brought to you by fate, letting him inherit your cause, hoping to avoid death and oblivion. Then why are you surprised by what I did? Geralt? I only care about the fate of the dryad. What's wrong with this? Every time a human kills a tree spirit, I will take away a young girl."
Eisna was quite dissatisfied with the behavior of the demon hunter coming to negotiate peace on behalf of the Kingdom of Brugg, and she also seemed to care about Jay. Lot's disgust at his transformation into a dryad. He also gave a special explanation for this, as if he wanted to persuade the demon hunter to stand on his side.
The demon hunter shook his head: "We follow the law of accident, but we do not interfere with fate. In fact, our school has not trained any more demon hunter apprentices for decades - even if our number is getting smaller and smaller. And you do
n't Same as Eisna, if you do this, it will only arouse hostility and desire for revenge."
Eisna buried her nose in Ciri's hair and took a deep breath: "Human hatred... is nothing new. . Besides, she is so healthy. There are not many girls like her left."
"Not many?"
The dryad turned his silver eyes to the witcher.
"Humans abandoned sick girls in the woods - diphtheria, scarlet fever, laryngitis, and recently even smallpox. They destroyed us with infectious diseases. And we failed them, Geralt. We had something better than immunity. Brokiron will look after her daughters."
"And now, I finally have the Son of the Ancient Blood." She said, "Yes, Geralt, the Son of the Ancient Blood still exists. And you, But he told me that the era was over... and that we could not continue... I also thank you, Geralt, this is your contribution. You who failed to give my daughter a child finally gave me one. Here comes the ancient blood."
Esna finally helped Ciri comb her long hair. She turned to look at Lan and Geralt, and shouted as if she was swearing:
"Today, the ancient blood will join the tree spirit. Blood, this is the guide of fate."
Aisna snapped her fingers. Brian appeared from the night like a ghost and rushed into the room. She held a silver goblet in both hands.
After killing the Cat Faction witcher Judd Kaladin, Lan carefully counted all the trophies on him, including the steel sword that was recast as a gift for Ciri and the witcher's unique silver sword. , and what is most special to Lann: the Cat Pie Witcher Necklace.
Each witcher school has its own unique necklace to help witchers explore magical reactions. When magic fluctuations appear around, the necklace will vibrate violently. Lann thought that this prop could help him find the source of magic power.
Such as now.
Lann slightly covered his right chest, and a metal cat head was roaring inside. He turned to look at Geralt, whose wolf head necklace was also trembling slightly.
All because of the silver goblet that Brian brought in! There's magic in it!
Eisna took the silver cup from Brian's trembling hands and raised it.
"White wolf, little lion. Do you know ancient runes?"
The demon hunter nodded and said, "Yes."
Every demon hunter is a senior learner of mysticism, and has only studied a few in an isolated castle. Only those witchers who have lived for ten years and are thoroughly familiar with the knowledge will be allowed to go down the mountain alone.
Eisna said: "Then read the words engraved on it."
"Duettaeán aef cirrán Cáerme Gleddyv. Yn esseth."
"Do you know what it means?"
"The sword of destiny has two edges... You are one of them One."
"The son of the ancient bloodline." The dryad's words carried an unquestionable command tone, revealing ruthless will. "Drink it. This is the water of Brokilon."
Ciri raised her head and looked at Lan's Direction, there seems to be doubt in the eyes: Is this the transformation magic of the tree spirit?
Lan nodded, stepped forward and spoke a few words in her ear, with encouragement in his eyes.
Geralt bit his lip and looked into Eisna's silver eyes. His eyes avoided Ciri - the girl's lips were already touching the rim of the cup.
The scene before him brought back the scars in his heart. He knew what was coming next, he had seen the same scene before: twitching, hiccups, horrifying shouts, but these were ignored and finally faded away. Then, emptiness, numbness and indifference will slowly emerge in those eyes. He's seen them all.
Geralt even glared at Lan angrily. He was angry that the princess's guardian knight did nothing during the process, and even contributed to the situation. Even though the demon hunter knew that all efforts were useless, he felt that the other party should not have this attitude.
Doesn't this young earl know how much Ciri trusts and relies on him?
Shirley took a sip of the water in the glass. Her face turned slightly red, probably because of nervousness, and then she started coughing.
"Ahem."
She seemed to drink a little too quickly and choked.
She did it on purpose, because just now Lann whispered in her ear: "Let me touch that cup later."
She didn't know the reason for doing this, but since Lann said it, she would do it.
That's it! Lann secretly applauded the little girl in his heart.
Lan quickly stepped forward, patting Xili's back while fending off the silver cup anxiously. The moment his finger came into contact with the silver cup, the system's beep sounded:
[Discover the source of magic power and absorb it to gain skill points. 】
Sure enough! Lann knew what was going on.
He could absorb the magic inside now, but he controlled it. If you want this glass of water to have the greatest effect, you have to wait a little longer.
On the other side, the Dryad Queen also reacted when she saw this.
"That's enough."
Eisna took the cup and put it on the ground. She stretched out her hands and stroked the little girl's long gray hair that fell around her shoulders.
"A son of the ancient bloodline," she said. "Choose. Will you stay in Brokilon, or will you follow the path of destiny?"
The witcher's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief - Ciri's breathing became rapid and there was a blush on her face, but that was all. That's all.
The girl looked directly into the tree spirit's eyes with human eyes and said, her green eyes revealing determination: "I want to follow the path of destiny, and I want to go home!" As soon as these words came out, there seemed to be
a storm in the house. One person...well, not everyone, just stormed in the minds of Eisna and the Witcher.
This is impossible! The two of them shouted in their hearts at the same time, but they were equally expressionless.
The Dryad Queen looked at all this blankly, looked at Ciri, and then looked at the remaining Brokilon water in the cup.
The witcher looked at all this blankly, looked at Ciri, and then at the Dryad Queen, seeming to understand something in a daze.
"Thank you, Ms. Aisna."
The Witcher said sincerely. He thought it was the Dryad Queen who had deliberately changed the water in the cup. This shows that the Dryad Queen also wanted Ciri to return home, so she played the so-called destiny and achieved a result that not only followed ancient rituals but also ensured peace.
Ciri took two tentative steps and found that no one was stopping her, so she trotted to Lan's side.
(End of chapter)