Chapter 57 Lord’s Obligations

Several tree elves went deep into the woods and stopped at a place where they could be seen from a distance. The witcher estimated the distance and nodded towards Lann.

"I am Lord Lannister of Cintra. Since you say you are my subject, you are my property. Do you understand?"

"Now tell me, your name? And, who are you?"

The female hunter who was huddled on the ground glanced in the direction of the dryads, her whole body trembled, and she nodded hurriedly.

Judging from what she just heard, if it weren't for the kindness of this Lord Count, she would definitely have been killed by the tree spirits.

She knelt down and said: "You saved me, and from now on you are my lord. I am Maria Balin of Sodden."

Lann nodded, asked Geralt to keep an eye on the new citizen for a while, and walked in the direction of Esna and the others.

Behind him, the sounds of Geralt and the girl talking could be heard.

"Child, you shouldn't have come to the dryad's territory to poach. How old are you?"

"Tell me why you're here and how you started poaching, right now!"

One is to pass information to the tree spirits as a human and complete infiltration work. As a spy, he foiled four human expeditions against Brokiron.

The Dryad Queen looked at Lann, whose expression changed, and said in an almost chanting tone: "The Sword of Fate has two blades, and you are one of them. It turns out that you are the son of the ancient bloodline we are looking for, Lann Lannis.

Terre Allen."

This is a top talent in many fields. A more intuitive numerical representation of Milva's combat power is: In Gwent cards designed with characters from the "The Witcher" series, Milva's attack power is "10"

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Unfortunately, the Cat Pie badge on his chest did not light up, and the system did not respond accordingly when he took the silver cup.

Lann's heart skipped a beat, but he looked at the three tree spirits quietly, and they seemed to have no intention of attacking.

The branches swayed slightly spiritually under Esna's touch, swaying and rustling in the breeze.

Lann frowned: Maria Balin...Milva Balinger...Milva...Milva?

As he walked, several words began to arrange and combine in Lan's mind inexplicably: Brochlon, dryad, sixteen, trap, poacher, Thorden, Maria Balin.

Eisna walked aside and gently stroked the hanging branches, like a mother caressing her coquettish child.

At first, I thought Princess Cirilla was the person I was still looking forward to, the person who would turn the tree spirits around. But it turned out that she was not."

The Dryad Queen's tone was indescribably gentle, a tone she had never shown to humans before.

It was supposed to be tonight, after the sixteen-year-old girl was caught in the tree spirit's noose trap, she was supposed to hang in the cold night all night, and then she was discovered by the tree spirits and put down by Ms. Esna herself, and she was accepted.

She retained her human identity and was named "Milva" - which means "red kite" in ancient Elvish language.

There is a feeling of déjà vu.

I haven't had time to play cards after traveling for so long, but I didn't expect to collect the real person of Jinka first.

In the future, Milva will join Geralt's girl-hunting team after Geralt loses Ciri again, and sacrifices himself as a result.

She said: "Yes, fate is always wonderful. My daughter once hoped to have a child with Gwenblad, but unfortunately the witcher could not bring him anything. But many years later, he brought us

The son of ancient blood.

She was born into a forest ranger family in Soden and learned hunting skills from her father. After her father's death, she wandered in the north and made a living hunting. She had harvests in many royal hunting grounds and forbidden forests, and was discovered by guards, but

I can escape every time except this time.

Second, in the final battle to save Ciri, in order to cover his teammates, he single-handedly used his life to suppress all the archers of an entire mercenary group on the opposite side, almost creating a vacuum zone for long-range attacks.

And Eisna didn't seem to show any anger after revealing her secret, which made Lan feel a little relieved.

"Ms. Aisna, I've finished handling the matter here. I heard that you have any other personal matters that you would like to discuss with me?"

Lann's eyes suddenly lit up, he was looking forward to it, thinking it was the water of Brokilon.

The Dryad Queen nodded.

With the sudden appearance of a general, Lann's good mood became lighter due to the signing of the peace agreement. He walked towards the dryads happily and saw that they were also talking in a low voice.

And in the Gwent camp of the Scoia'tael, there are two legendary gold cards of Milva.

The scrutiny told by the girl is almost exactly the same as what Lan saw in the original work in his previous life. If it matches, it's her.

Esna's eyes were playful: "So, I guess the water of Brokilon has benefits for your body that we don't know about. Is that right, son of the ancient bloodline?"

Looking at Maria Balin with her head lowered and uneasy in front of her, Lan couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing the change in Lann's expression, Aisna covered her mouth and chuckled: "This is just a celebratory drink to celebrate the signing of our contract. You seem to be looking forward to the water of Brochlon.

The expressions of Ellie, Dunka and Brian seemed solemn.

When you were in Duan Canal, after you drank the water of Brokilon, there seemed to be fleeting magic fluctuations in your body, but you didn't seem to be the source of magic."

Lann even knew how stunning and beautiful this girl actually was.

I hope that the ancient blood can join the tree spirit clan, Lann."

A name flashed in his mind: "Red Kite" Milva!

"I'm sixteen years old... I've always lived like this, growing up."

"Originally, I planned to put this in the terms of the peace treaty. But for you human nobles, this does not seem very decent? So I decided to use a private request to negotiate with you:

Maria Balin began to stammer about her experience:

Milva has two main achievements.

Lan turned around and walked back, startling the two people who were talking.

"Uh... the water of Brokilon is ineffective on me, and if I remember correctly, the dryads don't have other types of conversion magic, so if I understand correctly..."

Listening to all this, Lan almost lost control of his expression, and a suspicion slowly amplified in his mind.

Gold cards, two.

Lan En looked at the girl with determined eyes, as if he saw her future.

Ellie took out a water bag, and Dunka and Brian each took out a silver cup to fill the water.

Lann smiled awkwardly and said: "Destiny is always wonderful. I didn't know that the bloodline I carry has such magical power. Maybe this is why fate guided me to come to Brokilon."

Esna said softly: "The tree spirit clan has more than one way to increase its population, you know."

Lan En wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking but wanted to, and thought over and over again.

"In principle, I have no problem."

This is a necessary sacrifice for the peace and friendship of Brochlon Town and Brochlon Forest!
Chapter completed!