From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

The moment the cup was received, the system's notification sounded again.

[Discover the source of magic power, absorb it to get skill points. 】

It took Lan En all his strength to restrain himself from laughing out loud, there was nothing to say, this moment was what he was waiting for.

The warm magic power poured into his body with no magic power, and the cat's head badge on his chest became more and more restless.

[Absorb the source of magic power, skill point +1]

And as the magic power was not absorbed by Lann, the Brokiron water in the cup lost its original color in an instant, turning into an ordinary glass of clear water.

Good, thought Lane. Very good, the water of Brokiron, if it is according to the original book, the dryad has a whole "fountain" of water of Brokiron. When the white wolf was seriously injured in the later period and was sent over, they even soaked the white wolf in it for healing, which shows the large number of them.

This is a huge amount of skill points, although it is not available to Lann now. But he was eyeing it, and there was always a chance that he could get these Brokilon waters.

And just as Lan was thinking to himself, other people in the room had different reactions.

The witcher heard Lan say, "The sword of fate has two blades, Ms. Eisner."

"Wait, kid, don't!"

Geralt strode forward and knocked over the glass. At first, Ciri was safe and sound after drinking the water in the glass, making him think that Esna switched the water in the glass to save Ciri from switching.

But seeing that the current situation is not the case, if it is really plain water, why would Eisna go so far as to let Lann drink it? In her rage, Esna really wanted to kill someone.

The water in the glass is definitely authentic Brokilon water! Geralt didn't know what the water was supposed to do, maybe there was some kind of magic there, or some weird toxin and hallucinogen. The point is that women who drink it are converted into Dryads and men are killed, 100%!

After the witcher knocked over the cup, he glared at Queen Essina, then turned his head to look at Lan quickly, seeing his throat making a swallowing movement, his eyes were firm and confident.

It's over.

The witcher closed his eyes, another child died because of the dryad, and he was also the Nova Earl of Cintra, and the centuries-old conflict between humans and dryads deepened again.

The witcher walked towards Ciri, trying to take the girl away from here to prevent her from seeing the terrible sight. But then he suddenly felt something was wrong—the girl wasn't crying.

Looking back, the young knight was still standing there perfectly, without convulsions, pain, or death.

Esna ignored the witcher's faux pas, and her anger seemed to dissipate all at once. He just took a sip from the silver cup with no expression on his face, looked at the silver cup, then at Lane, then at Ciri.

Finally she looked at the witcher.

"Uh...Ms. Esina?" The witcher searched for words, feeling that he had seen too many unexpected things today.

He might really not understand the Dryad Queen. The queen let Ciri go, and Lann who offended her, maybe the method was a bit awkward, but the result was good.

The witcher tentatively said, "Thank you, Ms. Eisina."

The Dryad Queen ignored his words.

"There's a little left, Geralt." Esna stretched out her hand, "Do you dare to drink?"

Geralt froze, not knowing what the other party meant.

"You know too little about fate." The dryad said bitterly, "Too little, witcher. Really too little. You don't understand the big picture at all. You thank me? Think it's just a play? Take it out Your evidence proves to me that human logic controls the world, and your theory is the truth. This is the water of Brokiron, and there is still a little left. Conqueror of the world, do you dare to drink it?"

The Dryad lost expression after Lann drank Brokilon's water, but now he spoke with a mournful tone. Her words disturbed Geralt, but he hesitated only for a moment.

Even the real Brokiron Water will not affect him in any way. The witcher is completely immune to the hallucinogenic ingredients in the water. Besides, how could it be the water of Brokiron? Ciri drank, Lane drank, and nothing happened. He took the chalice with both hands, and met the Dryad's eyes.

The ground beneath his feet began to shake without warning, as if the whole world was on his back. The great oak tree began to spin and tremble. Geralt fumbled around with numb hands, barely opening his eyes, but the lids were as heavy as the lids of marble coffins. Ethna's eyes shone like quicksilver, and the others' were emerald green. The badge around his neck buzzed and trembled.

As the crowd watched, Geralt drank Brokilon's water.

Geralt fell to Ciri's screams.

The Dryad Queen watched all this impassively, and picked up the silver cup from the ground. Hearing Ciri's scream, she pointed to Geralt and explained:

"The witcher is resistant to magic, he won't die."

After speaking, Esna sat down exhausted, everything that happened today was too fantastic for her. She seemed to understand, but not quite.

"Take him away, go with you, immediately. Brian will show you the way. As for other things, I will talk about it when my sister comes back."

Today, Brian, who has always been amazed, took the three of them back to the cabin, and the dryad felt that his world was shaken.

"Clean it up, I'll prepare a wooden stand for you, so that you can carry Gwinblad with you." After hesitating for a while, she said again, "Mona."

"What?"

"After Gwinblad wakes up, tell him that my previous name was Mona."

Lan looked at the honey-haired dryad and whispered, "No problem, Ms. Mona."

The dryad shook his head: "I'm not a lady, and I'm not Mona anymore, I just want him to know. You can call me Brian."

Back at the wooden house, Ciri told Fesnet the good news that he could leave, but the baron didn't show any joyful expression, but a strange and awkward expression that didn't know whether to smile or not.

He stroked his throat, guessing that something was poured when Lan and the others left.

"I may not be able to leave just yet."

Ciri looked at the baron's body covered in leaves, and said regretfully, "Yes, I'm sorry that you suffered such a serious injury. But it doesn't matter, we will come to pick you up again when you recover from your injury."

Ciri was very understanding, but she didn't fully understand what the baron said.

"That's not what I meant." The baron looked at Ciri, as if he didn't know what to say.

Lan En understood, stepped forward and gently covered Ciri's ears. This action made the little girl very dissatisfied, and she couldn't help twisting and struggling.

Lane said, "I guess, how many Dryads do the Dryads want you to keep for them?"