Chapter 41 Let’s talk about destiny

Eisna laughed contemptuously. She walked up to Lan and raised her head, forcing Lan to look directly into her eyes.

It was obviously her who was looking up, but Lan En felt like she was looking up at the giant in a daze.

It was an unspeakable aura from a superior person, and Eisna was already faintly angry.

"I heard that people in Sintra call you 'Young Lion', but in my eyes you are just a 'Lion Cub'. If you are really a smart person, then you should understand: I know everything

Since this topic has not been brought up, there is no need to discuss it anymore. Does Calanthe dote on you too much, Lannister? You are so ignorant that you are cute.

The little lord of Cintra wants to discuss cooperation with us? If you listened carefully to the conversation I just had with Gwenbraed, you should understand that I don't care about what you humans call peace. And soon there will be no peace between us.

You can't bring your princess back."

Queen Aisna understands everything, or this is what a qualified immortal queen should look like.

She clearly understands the attitude of the kings of the surrounding countries, and she also clearly understands what she is doing and the consequences of doing so.

But her persistence towards Ciri was extraordinary. Even if she risked a war with Cintra, she would make Ciri a member of the Dryad.

Lann understands why this is. This is to maintain the tradition of the dryads, and also to introduce the ancient blood to the dryads.

"This is a choice of fate. Leave. The only smart thing about you is that you don't stubbornly want to take away the princess. This 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 for the last time."

Take a look at your princess. You and Gwen Braid can come to watch the ceremony together tomorrow."

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

After saying that, Aisna left with the tree spirit guards.

Geralt sighed: "Esna will turn the princess into a dryad and give her a new name. Then within two or three years, her arrows will shoot into the eyes of her brothers and even her parents - as long as they dare

Break into Blochlon."

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

Eisna's residence is a huge oak tree. To be more precise, it is three oak trees that have grown close to each other. They are at least three hundred years old, but their branches are still green and there is no sign of dryness. The trunks are hollow.

, the interior is quite spacious, with a high conical ceiling, and a weak oil lamp illuminates the simple but quite comfortable room.

This participation in Ciri's transformation seemed to bring back some bad memories for the young dryad.

Stop here, it would be impolite to say more.

Esna glanced at Geralt, who was expressionless at the side, then turned to look at Lann.

Facing the menacing Dryad Queen, Lann, who had been suppressed and unable to express himself, suddenly laughed.

Let’s talk about the knowledge point again: the most complex ideas often only require the simplest expression. And explaining your mysterious ideas to the occult masters often only requires simple occult techniques.

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

This sentence surprised Eisna. She expected that the young knight in front of her would have various reactions, just like the reactions of those humans in the past. Either he would bow his head and kneel down to pray that he would let the princess go, or he would let the princess go.

Gritting his teeth, he used the threat of a large army to suppress the situation in an attempt to make himself afraid.

For the dryads who have adhered to thousands of years of tradition, this is a great stimulus that almost shakes their faith, and will cause a huge blow to the psychological defense of the dryad queen.

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

In the eyes of those who cannot predict the future, it seems that Ciri's stay here has become a certainty. Unless Cintra's army can descend on Doun Kanal within half a day, Brokiron will definitely be here tomorrow.

There's going to be one more new little tree spirit.

Lann had a different opinion on this. He knew what would happen tomorrow and the transformation process would fail.

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

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

Lan shrugged and said nothing. Geralt's expression was heavy and he had no intention of speaking, so there was no more conversation on the way to the Dryad Queen.

Shirley 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.

But this was definitely not what she expected. The human in front of her actually talked about fate with her. A teenage human talked about fate with her hundreds-year-old dryad queen?

Eisna knelt on the carpet in the center of the room, combing Ciri's long hair slowly and carefully, and said scary words in a gentle tone:

"This hair is very beautiful, I should be able to keep it after."

Brian's face was expressionless: "Gwen Blade also asked me this question, and I gave the same answer: That's not important. Be careful what you say, Lann of Cintra, there is no friendship between us."

The witcher stepped forward and patted Lan's shoulder, seeming to comfort him.

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

Lan asked softly: "What was your previous name, Brian? You know when I mean."

The Baron of Verdon realized something was wrong.

"Lann Lannister Leanne." Eisna chewed on the name and closed her eyes for a while to feel it.

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

"Destiny? Rann of Cintra, are you talking to me about destiny?"

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That's when Lann took action. He thought he could take advantage of this and plant a seed in the heart of the Dryad Queen, and when the seed sprouted and grew, it would bear his fruit.

The next morning, Lann and Geralt were led by the dryads to the residence of the dryad queen.

In order to maximize the effect, he planned to lay the groundwork.

He said confidently: "In fact, Ms. Aisna, I think it was fate that brought me here. Whether it is to discuss a contract with you or to take away Ciri, and I also believe that fate will make

Best choice.”

"Geralt?" Fresnet's face turned pale. "What does that dryad mean? Why does she want Ciri to stay? Even at the risk of starting a war with Cintra?"

Brian, who was leading the way, had an expressionless face and pressed his lips tightly together.

"Come in, everyone, sit down."

The two of them saluted and then sat upright on the ground.

"Have you rested?" she asked, without looking over here or stopping combing her hair. "When do you want to go back? How about tomorrow morning?"

"As you wish, ruler of Brokiron." Geralt replied coldly, "As long as you say a word, I will no longer be an eyesore to you in Doon Karnal."
Chapter completed!