From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Esna laughed contemptuously, she walked up to Lann and raised her head, forcing Lann to look her directly in the eye.

Obviously she was looking up, but in a trance, Lan felt that he was looking up at the giant.

That was the unspeakable aura of a superior, and Eisna was already faintly angry.

"I heard that the people of Sintra call you the 'Little Lion', but in my eyes you are just a 'Little Lion'. If you are really a smart person, then you should understand: I know everything Since the subject has not been brought up, there is no need to discuss it. Is Calanthe spoiling you too much, Lannister? You are cutely ignorant.

The little lord of Sintra wants to discuss cooperation with us? If you listened to the conversation I just had with Gwinblad, you should understand that I don't care what you humans call peace. And soon there will be no peace between us either, you won't bring back your princess. "

Queen Eisna understands everything, or this is what a qualified long-lived queen should look like.

She is very clear about the attitudes of the kings of the surrounding countries, and she also clearly understands what she is doing and the consequences of doing so.

But her obsession with Ciri is extraordinary, she wants to make Ciri a member of the Dryad even at the risk of going to war with Cintra.

Lane understood why. This is to preserve the tradition of the dryads, and to introduce the blood of the ancients into the dryads.

"This is fate's choice, go away, the only clever thing about you is that you didn't stubbornly want to take the princess away, which 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 at last. A glance from your princess. Tomorrow you and Gwinblad can come to watch the ceremony together."

In the eyes of those who cannot predict the future, Ciri's stay here seems to have become a certainty. Unless Sintra's army can drop Duan Kanal within half a day, Brokiron will definitely be here tomorrow. There is going to be one more newborn tree spirit.

Lane disagreed, knowing what would happen tomorrow, the transformation process would fail.

For the dryad who has followed the tradition for thousands of years, this is a big stimulus that almost shakes the faith, and it will cause a huge blow to the defense of the dryad queen.

That's when Lane made his move. He felt that he could take advantage of this and plant a seed in the Dryad Queen's heart, and when this seed sprouted and grew, it would bear his fruit.

In order to maximize the effect, he planned to pave the way.

Let me repeat the knowledge point here: the most complex ideas often only need the simplest expression. And explaining one's own mysterious thoughts to a master of mysticism often only requires simple mysticism skills.

Facing the menacing dryad queen, Lan, who had been suppressed and unable to express himself, suddenly smiled.

He said confidently: "Actually, Ms. Eisner, I think it is fate that brought me here. Whether it is to negotiate a contract with you, or to take Ciri away, I also believe that fate will make the best choice."

It's impolite to say more.

This sentence surprised Esna, she expected that the young knight in front of her would have multiple reactions, just like the reactions of those humans in front of him in the past. Either bowed their heads and knelt down and begged themselves to let the princess go, or gritted their teeth and threatened with a large army in an attempt to make themselves afraid.

But this is definitely not what she expected. The human being in front of her actually talks about fate to herself, a teenage human being talks about fate with her hundreds-year-old dryad queen?

"Fate? Rann of Cintra, are you talking about fate?"

Lan continued: "Actually, Ms. Eisner, even if you are not counted, there is more than one person in this room who is deeply entangled by fate."

Esna glanced at Geralt who was expressionless at the side, and turned to look at Lan.

She stared first at the blond hair that was comparable to the sun, then at the shining blue eyes, and then at the slashing smile, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top.

"Lan Lannister Ray Allen." Esna chewed on the name, closed her eyes and felt it for a while.

After a long time, she said meaningfully, "You are special, young lion of Cintra, but you are not special enough. Fate is a double-edged sword, be careful not to be hurt by it."

After speaking, Eisna left with the dryad guards.

She left, but there were still people in the house who couldn't calm down because of her words.

The Baron of Verdon sensed something was wrong.

"Geralt?" Feixnet's face turned pale. "What does that dryad mean? Why does she want Ciri to stay? Even at the expense of going to war with Cintra?"

Geralt sighed, "Eisna will turn Her Majesty into a dryad and give her a new name. Then within two or three years, her arrows will be in the eyes of her brothers and even her parents—if they dare Break into Brokilon."

The witcher stepped forward and patted Lan on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.

"Damn it!" yelled Faithnet, his face pale. "Evel will be furious. Geralt? Can't..."

"No." The witcher interrupted him. "Don't even try. Otherwise, you won't be able to get out of Duncanal alive."

Fesnet murmured: "Are we going to lose that little guy? I actually quite like her..."

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The next morning, Lan and Geralt went to the dryad queen's residence under the guidance of the dryad.

Brian, who led the way, had no expression on his face, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

According to Geralt's introduction last night, Lan knew that the dryad in front of her was also converted from a human girl, but she still seemed to have a little bit of memory from her time as a human. Obviously, she hadn't been converted long enough.

This participation in Ciri's transformation seems to have brought back some bad memories for the young dryad.

Lane asked softly, "What was your name before, Brian? You know when I mean."

Bryan was expressionless: "Gwenblade asked me this question too, and I gave the same answer: it doesn't matter. Be careful what you say, Lane of Cintra, there is no friendship between us."

Lan shrugged his shoulders and remained silent. Geralt's expression was heavy and he didn't want to speak, so there was no more conversation on the way to the Dryad Queen.

Asna's residence is a huge oak tree. More precisely, three oak trees clinging to each other as they grow. They are at least three hundred years old, but the branches are still green and there is no sign of drying up. The trunk is hollow, and the interior is quite spacious, with a high conical ceiling, and a modest oil lamp illuminates the modest but rather comfortable room.

Esna knelt on the carpet in the center of the room, combed Ciri's long hair slowly and carefully, and said horrifying words in a gentle tone:

"This hair is beautiful, and it should be able to keep it in the future."

Ciri crossed her legs and sat motionless in front of Eisna. She seemed to have taken a bath, her whole body was pink and clean, her back was straight, and her almond-colored eyes were wide open.

"Come in and sit down."

The two saluted, and then sat upright on the ground.

"Did you rest?" she asked, but she didn't look this way, and she didn't stop combing her hair. "When do you want to go back? How about tomorrow morning?"

"As you wish, the ruler of Brokilon." Geralt replied coldly, "As long as you say a word, I will no longer obstruct your eyes in Dun Canal."