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Geralt wasn't stupid, he was much smarter than most. In fact, he usually just doesn't use his brain very much. When you have a powerful fellow mage by your side and you can solve the problem yourself just by swinging your sword, brainstorming becomes a pointless act.

But that doesn't mean his brain is rusted, in fact, like I said, he's smart.

"You mean—" Geralt said quickly. "—Yinslinni is actually from outside our world like you?"

"The direction is right, but the minutiae need to be strengthened, my friend."

He Shenyan took a sip of hot milk with satisfaction. The taste was 100% restored from Alfred's craftsmanship in his memory. The old butler is a master no matter what he brews, black tea, milk... He can even mix drinks. Presumably if he knew that his craft was circulating in another world, he would be very happy too.

"The minutiae? You mean... oh, now I get it."

Geralt suddenly realized and nodded, and the historical knowledge quickly passed in his mind - the elves, also known as the Ain Shidi. The elves are not actually the natives of this world. According to ancient myths, they arrived here in white boats.

In other words, they also come from outside the world. Thinking of this, he began to recall more things. The confluence of the celestial spheres brought humans into this world, and also brought monsters into this world. In search of self-preservation, the original human warlocks created the profession of witcher.

In the eyes of the creators, they should be the protectors of mankind - not just killing monsters, but also killing aliens. However, in that wild age, humans drove elves and dwarves into the mountains with their own hands.

"Looks like you've figured it out, Geralt. Yes, as you think, this Inslinni has probably met me before."

"Ever?" Geralt didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Yes... ever."

He Shenyan spread his palm: "In this world, the Ain Shidi people have lived here for more than a thousand years. If the history books are correct, they settled here as early as 1240 BC."

"And Yinsi Linni prophesied a thousand years of history. The elves have a long lifespan, which means that she must have arrived in this world on a white boat with her clan, not a newborn. She has long since died, and the reason is unknown. But since she's dead on this timeline, it's impossible for me to meet her, are you right?"

The witcher nodded intently.

"Then, she died very early, but she knew of my existence. The timeline of this world is fixed and cannot be changed. According to these inferences, that is to say, she has met me in other worlds."

"How is this possible?" Geralt asked. "She couldn't have met you in another world and then came to ours. You came here first, didn't you?"

"It's entirely possible, Geralt."

He Shenyan explained to him patiently, like a teacher teaching his students: "The flow of time between worlds is different. It is entirely possible for the Ain Shidi family to meet me before reaching this world. We met, but that meeting actually happened after our time."

"Look, she met me first, and I probably told her something, that's why she made this famous prophecy, of course, it doesn't deny that she is really an unparalleled genius. The ability to terrify thousands of years later."

He Shenyan became more and more excited: "What does this mean, Geralt? It means that the me she met may be the me after a long, long time! After a long time, I may have even found the me... ."

He paused, his expression dazed: "...the way home."

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They didn't stay long in the Oak Heart, which was home to the dryads after all. Geralt and He Shenyan actually didn't want to stay here for long. On the one hand, the witcher had to be alone with Sisina for about four hours every day these days, and he couldn't stand it.

On the other hand, being only vegetarian makes the mage somewhat uncomfortable.

He put aside the question about the way home for the time being. On the one hand, to travel back in time to this world in 1240 BC, it would require a huge magical ritual. Traveling through time is not a trick that some horse-faced mage does with the Time Stone.

This is a completely different world, and he needs time and energy to complete this magical ritual. Accurately find the coordinates of 1240 BC in the complicated time stream, with an error of no more than twenty years. Then, he had to make plans to come back, and at the same time he had to do psychological construction for himself.

After all, what if his guesses were all wrong?

No one is omnipotent, and no one can do that. People always make mistakes. The so-called life is to find opportunities to correct in the constant mistakes.

He wants to seize this opportunity.

As for what happened after that, we'll talk about it later.

At this moment, they have left the virgin forest and the dryads, returned to the road, and are heading to Novigrad.

I have to make it clear that the definition of 'big road' in 1263 is not a straight asphalt road, there is a service area every ten kilometers.

At best, it's flattened, and in fact, it's still terrifyingly desolate. It is not uncommon to walk for days without meeting a single person. That's why, after Geralt got used to traveling with a company, he couldn't stand alone.

The witcher stared silently at the traces left on both sides of the road, as he had observed for a long time. The radish neighed uncomfortably under his crotch, not knowing why the master didn't move for so long. Only He Shenyan knew the reason - he was observing.

"Have you come to any conclusion?"

"It's blood," Geralt said firmly. At the same time, he raised a finger and pointed to the trace left on the dark green grass. "It's definitely blood - I can't read it wrong."

"Whose blood?"

"Not sure, but definitely not human."

The witcher got off his horse, leaned over to the grass and sniffed it carefully. His keen sense of smell made him smell a terrifying stench. The smell almost made him cough violently and uncontrollably, and Geralt coughed as he spoke with difficulty.

"Damn—" he said briefly in a sharpened voice. "—a goddamn gliding lizard!"

"How did you recognize the smell of blood?"

After a while, Geralt, who had regained his senses, told the mage with a complicated expression: "Because I smelled it once, believe me, He, once you smell this smell once, you will never forget it."

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