From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Several dryads 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 to Lann.

"I am Earl Lannister of Sintra. Since you say you are my subject, then you are my property, do you understand?"

"Now tell me, your name? And, who are you?"

The huntress who was huddled on the ground glanced in the direction of the dryads, shook her whole body, and nodded hastily.

Judging from what she just heard, if it weren't for the kindness of the Earl, she would definitely be killed by the dryads.

She knelt down and said, "You saved me, and you are my lord from now on. I am Maria Barin of Soden."

Lane nodded, asked Geralt to keep an eye on the new citizen, and walked in the direction of Eisna and the others.

Behind him came the voice of Geralt talking to the girl.

"Son, you shouldn't be poaching on dryad land. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen... I've always lived like this, from childhood to adulthood."

As he walked, several words began to be arranged and combined in Lann's mind inexplicably: Brokilon, dryad, sixteen, trap, poacher, Soden, Maria Balin.

There is a feeling of deja vu.

Lan frowned: Maria Baling...Mirva Ballinger...Mirva...Mirva?

A name flashed in his mind: "Red Kite" Mirva!

Lan turned his head and walked back, startling the two who were talking.

"Tell me why you are here, how you started poaching, immediately!"

Maria Ballin stammered and began to tell her story:

Born into a family of rangers in Soden, she learned the art of hunting from her father. After his father died, he wandered and hunted in the north for a living. He had harvested in many royal hunting grounds and forbidden forests, and was discovered by guards, but he escaped every time except this time.

The scrutiny told by the girl is almost exactly the same as what Lan En saw in the original work in his previous life. If it matches, it is her.

Lan En looked at the girl with firm eyes, as if he saw her future.

It was supposed to be tonight, after the sixteen-year-old girl was caught in a dryad's noose trap, and she was supposed to hang out in the cold night before being found by the dryads and set down by Lady Ethina herself, taking her in. She retained her human identity and was given the name "Mirva" - which means "red kite" in the ancient elf language.

In the future, Milva will join Geralt's girl-hunting team after Geralt loses Ciri again, and sacrifices for it.

Lane knew better how amazing this girl actually was.

Milwa has two main records.

One is to pass information to the tree spirit and complete the infiltration work as a human being. Frustrated four human expeditions against Brokilon as a spy.

Second, in order to cover his teammates in the final battle to save Ciri, he used his life to suppress all the archers of the entire mercenary regiment on the opposite side, almost creating a vacuum for long-range attacks.

This is a top talent in many fields. Use a more intuitive value to express Milva's combat power: in the Gwent card designed with characters from the "Demon Hunter" series, Milva's attack power is "10".

And in the Gwent card camp of the Scoia'tael, there are two Legendary Gold Cards of Milva.

Gold cards, two.

Looking at Maria Baring, who was restless with her head down, Lan couldn't help sighing.

After traveling for so long, I haven't had time to play cards, but I didn't expect to collect the real person of the gold card first.

Suddenly seeing a general, Lan was in a more cheerful mood because of 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 on their faces.

"Ms. Eisina, I've finished dealing with the matter here. I heard that you have any personal matters you want to discuss with me?"

The Dryad Queen nodded.

Ellie took out a water bladder, and Dunka and Brian each took out a silver cup to hold water.

Lan En's eyes lit up immediately, looking forward to it, thinking it was Brokiron's water.

It's a pity that the cat pie badge on his chest didn't light up, and the system didn't respond to the corresponding prompt when he took the silver cup.

Seeing the change in Lan En's expression, Esna covered her mouth and chuckled: "This is just a celebratory wine to celebrate the signing of our contract, you seem to be looking forward to the water of Brokilon.

When you were in Duncanal, after you drank the water of Brokiron, it seemed that there was a fleeting magic wave in your body, but you didn't seem to be the source of magic. "

Esna's eyes were playful: "So, I guess the water of Brokiron has benefits that we don't know about your body. Is that right, son of the ancient blood?"

Lan's heart skipped a beat, but he quietly sized up the three dryads, and they didn't seem to have any intention of attacking.

And Esna didn't seem to show any anger after revealing her secret, which made Lann feel a little more at ease.

Lan En smiled awkwardly: "Fate is always wonderful, and I didn't know that my blood would have such magical power. Maybe this is why fate guided me to Brokiron."

Eisina stepped aside, gently stroking the hanging branches, like a mother caressing a coquettish child.

She said: "Yeah, fate is always wonderful. My daughter once hoped to have a child with Gwynblad, but the witcher failed to bring him anything. Years later, he brought us The son of the ancient blood.

At first I thought that Princess Sirilla was the one I was looking forward to still, the one who turned the tree spirits around. Turns out she wasn't. "

The branches swayed spiritually under Eisina's touch, rustling in the breeze.

The Dryad Queen looked at Lan En, whose expression had changed, and said in an almost singing 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 blood we are looking for, Lan Lannis Trey Allen."

"Originally I planned to put this in the terms of the peace treaty. But for you human nobles, this seems not very decent? So I decided to negotiate with you in a private request:

I wish the Old Blood could join the dryads, Lane. "

The Dryad Queen's tone was indescribably soft, a tone she had never shown before facing humans.

And listening to all this, Lann almost lost control of his expression, and a guess slowly magnified in his mind.

"Uh... Brokilon's water doesn't work for me, and if I remember correctly, the dryads don't have other types of conversion magic, so if I understand correctly..."

Eisna said softly: "The Dryads don't just have that one way to increase their population, you know."

Lan En wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking and wanted to, thinking over and over again.

"In principle, I'm fine."

This is a necessary sacrifice for the peace and friendship of Brokilon Town and Brokilon Forest!