Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 82: Ciri: "Repaying Kindness with Evil"
Ciri happily agreed to the request that she couldn't understand at all. As soon as she got the barbecue, the little girl asked unsatisfiedly: "Can you give Geralt a portion as well? I'll ask him to promise to pretend that he doesn't know you in the future."

Then she ran back contentedly, holding two skewers of barbecue.

"Do you know our plan?" Master Mirror had been sitting next to Lin You, but no one, whether the forest elves or the demon hunters, noticed him; even Ciri, who came to ask for barbecue, ignored him even though she was so close.

The witcher sitting by another campfire was forced to eat a skewer of grilled meat. His golden vertical pupils cast a vigilant look in this direction, but he ignored Gaunter O'Dimm and focused only on the short boy.

"Don't you have any common sense? You can't just eat food from strangers."

"But the elves said he was also Brokilon's guest. Would they not invite a bad fellow as their guest? And he doesn't know me..."

"I don't know you, why would I make such a strange request to you?"

"Oh, if you don't want to eat it, just give it all to me!"

"No, I need to check first."

The two people who were destined to be father and daughter quarreled quietly; before they knew it, they gradually entered their respective family roles. A father full of protectiveness and a daughter with her own ideas, each of them insisted on their own business, and there was no sense of disobedience when they got along.

But when you are arguing, have you ever thought about avoiding the other party?
Lin You ignored the devil's questions and turned a deaf ear to the quarrels; he made himself a pot of coffee, the hot aroma went into his throat and flowed to his internal organs, and he stretched lazily in comfort.

O'Dimm seemed to have infinite patience. Even after waiting for a long time without receiving an answer, his expression remained calm. The firelight reflected on his face, flickering, as if every flicker of the fire made his face more blurred.

"I can guess a little. After all, since my 'chance encounter' with them, everything you did was too deliberate." Lin You's answer came late, and his voice seemed to be affected by the demon opposite, becoming vague and erratic; the farther away from the light range of the campfire, the more subtle and difficult to distinguish.

O'Dimm sighed hypocritically: "It is indeed too obvious; but please understand that time is tight and the power of fate is too ethereal. I can only use this straightforward method to bring you closer to the two people that fate cares about the most, so that you can intersect with fate."

"So I also used two skewers of barbecue to establish a connection with the two of them as you wished." The writer acted unconcerned about the devil's plan, "But, by letting the fate of this world 'see' my existence in this way, what do you want it to do?"

"It's not what I want to do, but what the Fairy of the Lake and Esna want to do." Under the firelight, the Master Mirror's facial features were almost blurred, and it was difficult to tell the truth; "They seem to want to see a clearer future through the power of fate."

"For negotiations with the Great World?"

"Why else?"

Lin You laughed dumbly: "When humans are in doubt, they often seek help from ghosts and gods; gods are no different from humans, and they also place their hopes on a higher level and illusory power than themselves."

"At least they do some things better than humans; because although fate is illusory, it does exist."

As he spoke, the witcher appeared beside the campfire and handed two skewers back to the boy. "Thank you for the barbecue."

"So fast?" Lin You pretended to be surprised, "Did you eat it or throw it away?"

Geralt replied with a straight face: "You use very special seasonings."

"Indeed. It's foreign stuff, very expensive, so I can't give it to you."

"..." The scar on the demon hunter's face twitched rapidly for a few times, which was a rare change in expression. "Who are you, young... Count?"

"You were so busy eating meat that you didn't hear me asking you to take that little girl home?" Lin You questioned unhappily, "Instead of pretending not to know me in the future, it's better not to know each other in the first place. Look, I didn't even ask that little girl's name."

Geralt was silent for a while, and finally returned to the campfire on the other side without saying a word.

The witcher was greeted by the merciless taunts of the little princess of Cintra: "I saw it all. You just looked like a piece of wood. Geralt, you are only mean to me. If it were someone else, even a child, you would be so choked up that you wouldn't know what to say. You don't dare to spank him, do you?"

The little girl vented her anger over the spanking threatened by the witcher during the day, and in return she received a glare that was fierce but not intimidating at all.

Earl Goff spent this night deep in the primeval forest enjoying himself as if he were on a picnic or camping.

Starting from the second day, the pace of progress became faster. The two children who were originally thought to slow down the team - Lin You walked briskly and easily kept up with the forest elves; Ciri almost stayed on Geralt's back, as if she didn't need to go out with her feet at all.

After walking for a whole day, as the trees around them grew taller and taller, even Lin You, who had never been here before, knew that this place was close to the center of Brokilon and getting closer and closer to Dun-Canar, the capital of the forest elves.

As far as the eye can see, there are tall and sturdy trees, most of which are oaks, which fits the ancient meaning of the name Doon-Canal - the land of oaks; occasionally, you can also see yew trees, white walnut trees, etc.

Regardless of the tree species, they were hundreds of times taller than what was visible from the outside; Lin You couldn't see the treetops even when he craned his neck. Often, the roots of these trees exposed on the ground were taller than an average person, not to mention the thicker trunks.

The heavy canopy blocks out almost all sunlight, and the space between the trees becomes deep and dark. However, the good thing is that it cuts off the survival opportunities of low shrubs and vines, and the space between the trunks is open and flat, which is convenient for walking; only a thick layer of rotten leaves is the biggest obstacle for pedestrians.

"Monster Hunter." The forest elf walking in front suddenly stopped and said, "You must cover your eyes before I can take you in." White Wolf showed a puzzled expression, "Am I the only one who needs to cover my eyes?" Although he had known the forest elves' way of hospitality for a long time, he didn't understand why he was the only one being treated differently?

"Yes." The forest elves obviously had no intention of explaining.

It was assumed that Ciri would soon transform into a forest elf; Lin You was the negotiating representative of the big world and a distinguished guest; as for Gaunt O'Dimm, he was simply ignored by the forest elves.

Among the outsiders present, isn't Geralt the only one who needs to wear an eyepatch?
The demon hunter obeyed helplessly and frustratedly. Fortunately, there was a cute little girl chattering in his ear, explaining the beautiful scenery along the way with her thin vocabulary and rhetoric, which was barely a consolation.

The city center of Duan-Kanaar is built in a huge sinkhole. The road leading into the sinkhole is flat but very hidden, which is why the forest elves put blindfolds on outsiders.

The entrance of the sinkhole is covered by dense tree canopies, which not only blocks a large amount of sunlight but also largely blocks the flow of water vapor; fog and steam come out from the cracks in the soil and rocks on the surface, accumulate in the cave, and form thick humidity.

It seems that there should be geothermal hot springs here.

In this forest elf settlement, all buildings are built naturally from tree branches. The unique "natural" houses are like vines clinging to tree trunks, scattered from top to bottom.

Some huge umbrella-shaped fungi grow in the cracks of the stone walls and on the tree trunks, forming stairways between the buildings.

Forest elves have the supernatural ability to interfere with the growth of plants. They can get a set of desired buildings without chopping with knives or axes - as long as they have the patience to let the trees grow.

As it happens, like all immortal species, the forest elves are not lacking in patience.

Lin You had no doubt that most of the buildings here were probably older than Geralt, an "old man" who was nearly a hundred years old.

The cool and pleasant whistle echoed, which was the forest spirits communicating with each other. The leader of Lin You and his group soon received the exact news: "Esna agreed to meet you."

"Who do you want to see first?" Lin You asked.

"Meet all of you." The forest spirit leading the way walked up the mushrooms, "Follow me."

The forest elves' society does not have as many red tape as humans. If the ruler Esna agrees to meet, then they can meet immediately, without any layers of notification, security checks or other bullshit.

As for whether the visitors were dangerous, that was not a question; they had been checked repeatedly by the creatures of the forest more than once before they entered Duan-Kanaar.

Following the guide's footsteps, we climbed along the mushroom stairs all the way to the middle of the stone wall and came to a large "wooden house" surrounded by many other "wooden houses" like stars.

The forest spirit leading the way stopped, turned around and said, "Aisna is inside, please come in."

This simple and rustic "big wooden house" is the "palace" of the ruler of Brokilon.

Walking into the "palace", the only person in sight was a female forest elf; she was wearing a light and thin green dress, her pupils and hair were a silver color, and her tightly pursed lips made her look very serious.

The forest elves bowed and saluted: "Ms. Aisna." Then they retreated at the queen's signal.

Aisna's gaze lingered on the writer for a moment and she saluted him slightly, then quickly turned to the smallest person at the scene.

The silver gaze was so majestic and sharp that even the daring little Princess of Cintra could not help but shrink back and subconsciously wanted to hide behind the witcher.

"The choice of fate." The Forest Elf Queen's low voice seemed to be muttering to herself.

The white wolf protected the girl and stepped forward: "Madam, please forgive me, could you seriously consider Ciri's transformation?" The knowledgeable witcher already knew the forest elves' intention of bringing Ciri here; he felt that he could not sit idly by and watch this little girl being transformed into a forest elf.

“She is the princess of Cintra. If the people of Cintra knew that she was transformed, it would inevitably intensify the conflict with Brokilon. Also, she…” The White Wolf chattered on and on about the reasons why Ciri should not be transformed, but the Forest Elf Queen remained completely indifferent.

“What does Geralt mean by transformation?” Ciri looked around uneasily and whispered to the only familiar person in the room.

Lin You replied succinctly: "It means turning you from a human into a forest spirit."

Ciri's eyes widened, her mouth wide open in shock, and she asked again, "Do I have to stay here forever if I become a forest elf?"

"Yes." Lin You deliberately pretended to be gloating, "The forest elves just want to keep the girl in the forest forever."

Ciri was very angry and asked angrily: "Why are there only girls? I think boys like you should also stay. Not only do you need to change from a human to a forest elf, but you also need to change from a boy to a girl."

Lin You was so angry that his nose almost got crooked. I was kind enough to share the barbecue with you, but you repay me with hatred like this, right?
　Second update
　　This chapter also has 3,000 words, which makes up for the 1,000 words that were missing yesterday for all the book lovers.

　　
　
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