From Demon Hunter to Lord of the Empire

Chapter 41: Let’s talk about fate

Aisna laughed contemptuously, and she walked up to Rann and raised her head, forcing Rann to look her straight in the eye.

It was clear that she was looking up, but in a trance, Lan felt that he was looking up at the giant.

It was the unspeakable momentum of the superior, and Aisna was already faintly angry.

“I heard that the people of Sintra call you ‘Little Lion’, but in my eyes you are just a ‘lion cub’. If you are really a smart person, then you should understand: since I know everything, I did not bring up this topic, then there is no need to talk about it. Did Caranther spoil you too much, Lannister? You’re a little cute ignorant.

The little lords of Sintra want to talk to us about cooperation? If you have listened well to the conversation I just had with Gwynbride, you should understand that I do not care about the so-called peace of your humanity. And soon there will be no peace between us, and you will not be able to bring back your princess. ”

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

She knew exactly what she was doing and what the consequences would be.

But her dedication to Ciri is extraordinary, and she wants Ciri to become a member of the Dryads, even at the risk of war with Sintra.

Lane understood why. This is to preserve the tradition of the dryads and to introduce the blood of the Ancients into the dryads.

“It’s fate’s choice, leave, the only smart thing about you is not stubbornly wanting to take the princess, which allows you to go back alive and prepare for battle.” The dryad said, “But I’m willing to show mercy and give you one last look at your princess.” Tomorrow you and Gwyndred can come together. ”

In the eyes of those who cannot predict the future, Ciri’s stay here seems to have become a certainty, unless Sintra’s army can descend to Duane Kanal in half a day, otherwise tomorrow Blochlon will definitely have one more newborn tree spirit.

Lane has a different opinion on this, he knows what will happen tomorrow and the transformation process will fail.

For the dryads, who have adhered to thousands of years of tradition, this is a big thrill that almost shakes their faith, and will deal a huge blow to the dryad queen’s defense.

That’s when Lane struck. He felt that he could use this to plant a seed in the heart of the Dryad Queen, and when this seed germinated and grew, it would bear his fruit.

To maximize the effect, he intends to lay the groundwork.

Here again: the most complex ideas often require only the simplest expressions. And explaining his mysterious ideas to the occult bosses often requires only simple occult skills.

Facing the imposing Dryad Queen, Lan, who had been suppressed and unable to make an expression, suddenly smiled.

He said confidently, “Actually, Ms. Esna, I think fate made me come. Whether it’s to negotiate a contract with you or to take Ciri, I believe fate will make the best choice. ”

Until the point is reached, it is rude to say more.

This statement surprised Aisna, who expected that the young knight in front of her would have a variety of reactions, just as the humans had reacted in front of his eyes. Or bow down and pray for the princess to be released, or grit your teeth and threaten with an army to try to frighten yourself.

But this is definitely not any of the kind she expected, the human in front of her actually talks about fate with herself, a teenage human and her own hundreds of years old tree spirit queen talks about fate?

“Destiny? Lann of Sintra, are you telling me about fate? ”

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

Aisna glanced at Geralt, who was expressionless on the side, and turned to look at Rann.

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

“Len Lannister Rayanlen. Aisna chewed the name and closed her eyes for a while.

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

With that, Aisna left with the Dryad guards.

She left, but there were still people in the house who could not calm down because of her words.

The baron of Verdon realized something was wrong.

“Geralt? “Fisnette’s face turned pale” What does that tree spirit mean, and why did she want Ciri to stay?” Even at the expense of a war with Sintra? ”

Geralt sighed, “Aisna is going to turn Her Royal Highness into a dryad and give her a new name.” Then, within two or three years, her arrows would be in the eyes of her brothers and even her parents—if only they dared to break into Blochlon. ”

The demon hunter stepped forward and patted Lan on the shoulder, as if to comfort the other party.

“! Fisnet shouted, his face pale, “Evel will be furious.” Geralt? Can’t you…”

“Can’t. The demon hunter interrupted him, “Don’t even try.” Otherwise, you don’t want to get out of Doun Kanal alive. ”

Fisnet muttered, “We’re going to lose that little one?” I actually like her…”

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The next morning, Lane and Geralt are led by the Dryad to the Dryad Queen’s residence.

Brian, who led the way, was expressionless, his lips tightly pursed together.

According to Geralt’s introduction last night, Rann knew that the dryad in front of him was also converted by a human girl, but she seemed to have a slight residual memory of her human days, apparently she had not been converted long enough.

This conversion to Ciri seems to have brought back some bad memories of the young tree spirit.

Lane asked softly, “What’s your name before, Brian?” You know when I’m referring to. ”

Brian was expressionless: “Gwenbrade also asked me this question, and I gave the same answer: it doesn’t matter.” Speak carefully, Rann of Sintra, there is no friendship between us. ”

Rann shrugged and stopped talking, Geralt’s expression was heavy and there was no thought of speaking, so there was no more conversation on the way to the Dryad Queen.

Aisna’s residence is a huge oak tree. More precisely, three oak trees clinging to each other during growth. They are at least three hundred years old, but the branches are still verdant and show no signs of dryness. The trunk is hollow, the interior is quite spacious, with a high conical ceiling, and a faint oil lamp illuminates the plain but quite comfortable room.

Esna knelt on the carpet in the center of the room, slowly and carefully combed Ciri’s long hair, and said terrifying words in a gentle tone:

“This hair is beautiful and should be able to keep it afterward. ”

Ciri sat cross-legged and motionless in front of Esna. She seemed to have taken a bath, pink and clean, her back straightened, and her almond-colored eyes were wide open.

“Come in, sit down. ”

The two saluted, and then sat upright on the ground.

“Rested? She asked, but didn’t look this way or stop combing her hair, “When do you want to go back?” How about tomorrow morning? ”

“As you wish, ruler of Blochlon. Geralt replied coldly, “As long as you say a word, I will not continue to hinder your eyes at Duane Kanal.” ”

(End of chapter)