Chapter 317 316. The Ancient Bloodline of the Son of Destiny
In the end, Lan was persuaded by Geralt to remove Ciri from the ritual of transforming the tree spirit.
Because Geralt told him that he still underestimated the intensity of the racial conflict between tree elves and humans in this day and age.
The lioness of Cintra, the strongwoman nad Calanthe, was a queen known for her wars.
After losing Ciri, Cintra will definitely go to war with Broklon.
At that ti, Ciri will shoot her arrows at her forr subjects. Her forr subjects would crush Ciri's skull with their horses without rcy.
If Ciri really becos a dryad, then this day is not far away.
At night, the three demon hunters ca to the tree room where Esna held the ceremony on ti.
This is a simple and comfortable room, illuminated by a particularly bright firefly in a cage.
In the middle of the room, Eisna was sitting on the carpet with Ciri, and the silver-eyed queen was holding a comb to smooth her frizzy mouse-gray hair.
Co in, witchers.
Three demon hunters from three generations, old, middle and young, walked in, looked around, and then sat cross-legged on the floor.
When are you going to leave? Eisna asked simply and neatly, without any human mincing words. "When are you going back? How about tomorrow morning?"
"As for Lan En, you can leave whenever you want. With all due respect, I respect your contribution to nature and the world, but Doon Kanal has not received outsiders for a long ti. He has stayed with us for too long. Everyone will feel uncomfortable.
"You can't give the tree spirits children, so the reasons why ordinary human n linger here don't apply to you. Because the tree spirits will appreciate your appearance, but will not have desire for your body."
Vesemir and Geralt did not speak. This was the second ti that Esna emphasized Lan Ens so-called huge contribution.
They don't know what this extrely young witcher has done, and now they are confused.
But the three of them have discussed it outside. Lan En will look at the situation and use his "contribution" to leave Xili at the last mont.
So the three demon hunters nodded, indicating that they would leave the tree spirit city tomorrow.
"Esna, please think again. Return this girl to and let her return to the outside world, the world where she should go."
After learning that Lan Ens contribution, or face, was so weighty, Geralt could finally make a request to the Dryad Queen without any psychological pressure.
Vesemir didnt stop him anymore.
The Dryad Queen's response was as straightforward as ever.
"No, White Wolf. Her coming to Broccolion is fate, and you should also know about fate."
"I?"
"Yes and you."
Finally, the silver eyes moved away from the comb for a mont.
Blockleons information is not obscure. I know very well that you activated an unwritten law that has been circulating for a long ti at the palace banquet in Sintra ten years ago.
Geralt's body began to sway restlessly, and Lan's eyes began to narrow seriously.
Esna continued.
The law of accident.
"You solved a curse at that banquet, and then used the law of accident as paynt for your work. In the end, you were destined to have a child."
"You are trying to use fate to fight against the physical defects of the witcher, to have a destined child, and let him help you avoid the forgetfulness after death and fight against the nothingness of life. Why are you and I doing the sa thing, but you are always the sa? Looks like you cant understand?
During the gap between Esna's words, Lann stretched his head to Geralt's ear, and whispered with a calm face but gritted teeth: "You never said it! Ciri is your unexpected son!" The white wolf's expression was different from Lann's. Unanimous: "That's just superstition! How can there be such a thing as fate in this world?!"
If Lann hadn't had too much contact with beings like the Lady of the Lake and Gunter O'Dimm, he most likely wouldn't have taken a re customary law seriously.
But what he is hanging on his waist now is the divine weapon of a concept god. The law of accident has spread in this world even as far back as the ergence of human beings.
Lan is a materialist who does not believe in God, but the first important thing for a materialist is not to ignore the facts before him!
Fate is effective!
Had he not been in another world at the ti, he would never have said those words to Ed Stark as a joke.
The whispers of Lan En and Geralt could not be hidden from Eisna. She did not pay attention to the whispers and just talked to herself.
No, I will not give this child back to you, Geralt. She is so healthy and strong, and there are not many girls like her around these days.
Vesemir did not get involved in the bickering between the two 'children' in his eyes, and just frowned and asked Esna.
What does not much more an?
The silver eyes returned to the comb again.
"Humans abandoned sick girls into the forest, diphtheria, scarlet fever, and recently even smallpox. They thought that the dryads in the forest had no immunity, and thought that they could use large-scale infectious diseases to exterminate us, or at least drastically reduce their numbers. But they were wrong, so wrong. We have sothing more powerful than immunity, and Brok Leon will take care of His daughters."
When Lan En heard that infectious diseases were used to carry out genocide, he couldn't help but cover his forehead again.
The actions of human beings in this world regarding racial conflicts made him feel more and more familiar.
Okay, okay, the local humans are really **** bastards.
Lan En rubbed his forehead and sighed and spoke, and imdiately everyone in the room focused their eyes on him.
"To be honest, Ms. Aisna, I thought that letting Ciri stay in Broklon would be a choice that suits her, but now it seems that this is a bit too dangerous."
You want to take her away from .
Esna's expression didn't look surprised.
Lan En also made no secret of his intentions.
I find her quite pleasing to my eye. She is not a careless loner. She has connections by blood and destiny.
"If you are the one who speaks, then of course I will let you go. Most lives in this world should give you a reward, whether others know it or not, but as long as you speak to , I will give it. But don't you want to hear it? ? This is the personal statent of the son of the ancient bloodline."
Lan En's brows wrinkled inadvertently, what is a 'son of the ancient bloodline'? It sounds so aweso.
But now that this was the showdown, he put aside his doubts and bowed his head to the silver-eyed queen whose face was as calm as ice.
Thank you very much, it would be best if you can let Xili speak for herself.
"Then repeat it, Ciri. Repeat what you said to the White Wolf, to Geralt of Rivia, son of the ancient blood."
"The most noble lady." Ciri said intermittently: "Please don't force to stay. I want to leave and follow Geralt. I must follow him."
Why, Ciri?
Because this is my destiny.
Lan En breathed a sigh of relief. His request to Aisna was also what Ciri wanted, which made the young man feel that he had done nothing wrong.
Geralt next to Lan En turned pale after the word 'destiny' appeared, as if he was a husband who was told that his wife was pregnant before he was ready.
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