It's not far from the city of the Dryads, Doon Karnal.

The next day, the group came to the forest of giant trees. Brian knelt down in front of the forest, his forehead buried in his lichen.

The three witchers involuntarily followed the thick trunk upwards until their necks were tilted to the limit, and they could not see the depths of the canopy.

The trees here are old enough to make intelligent creatures feel awe, even if they are immortals such as elves.

Ciri's reaction was simple, she just sighed enviously. It seems to be a pity that there are no such spectacular trees in her royal gardens.

Lann recognized that most of these stout trees were oaks, but also purple shirts, white walnut trees, and so on.

The diameter was basically ten meters upward, and the position where the winding and thick roots gathered together and transformed into a trunk was already two ends taller than Lan En, the tallest of the people.

They walked briskly, for the ground between the trees was devoid of annoying vines and shrubs, and those plants had no resources to survive beneath the trees.

In the vast intervals of the trees, there was only a thick layer of rotting leaves.

Although they walked briskly, the crowd didn't talk much. Even Ciri, who couldn't be idle and smiled evilly from time to time after being safe, was silent and hung her head.

Because among these giant trees, they seem small and insignificant.

Lan was glad that there were no giant phobia in their group, otherwise it would have been a difficult journey for several hours.

Ciri's cold was getting worse, as she sucked her nose more frequently and harder, but there was still snot coming out, making her take out her handkerchief and wipe it clean repeatedly.

Geralt couldn't stand it as the 'mount' carrying the princess on his back, and he taught Ciri how to blow his nose with his fingers, and Ciri seemed very happy.

With a smile and sparkling green eyes, she ran towards Lanen, and the young man knew at a glance that the imp wanted to put on a live show in front of him. Probably also deliberately throwing snot onto his boots.

So he smiled and waited for Ciri to come running, but behind his back, his hands were ready to collapse.

But unexpectedly, after the little girl ran halfway, she looked at Lan En's smiling expression, and suddenly her smile retracted, and her face flushed.

Then the sharp turn was back on Geralt's back.

After Geralt put the princess back on his back, for some reason, the eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the silver-haired young man. With a bit of a dangerous aura.

Lan En didn't realize anything about this, but he was a little regretful that this brain crash didn't get out.

Brian, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, turned around and spoke to the three witchers.

"Demon hunters." As she spoke, she pulled out a few strips of cloth from her body, which were originally the hemostatic straps she had prepared.

"Come here, I must blindfold you before I can bring you into Doon Karnal."

Viselmir and Geralt stepped forward in surprise and asked Brian to tie their eyes. Lan En also nodded, indicating that he would follow the local customs.

The only thing that caught his attention was that Ciri was not asked to wear a blindfold.

After tying his eyes, Geralt couldn't carry Ciri on his back. The feisty imp had almost recovered his ankle at this point, so he offered to pull the witcher forward.

Along the way, she chirped and marveled at the animals and plants she had never seen before, and the magnificent scenery that these things composed.

She struggled to use the grammar she had learned to try to describe what she saw to the witchers.

But the nine-year-old girl's grammar certainly couldn't be asked to be vivid, and Lan En only felt a heat on his face, the feeling of the sun breaking into the trees and falling on his face and blindfold.

Then he shrugged his nose, and he felt the moisture thicken, and the silver necklace on his chest began to tremble for a long time.

The magic of chaos is growing.

"When you arrive, you can unpatch your blindfolds, witchers."

The thick fog of water vapor reached Brian's knees, and she proudly introduced to the witchers who had unwrapped their blindfolds and rubbed their eyes.

"Doon Canal, this is the land of oaks, the heart of Brockleon."

Geralt and Viselmere, both of them have been here. Or for the task, or for something else, they've been here anyway.

And Lane and Ciri are the first to see each other.

It was a settlement built in a sinkhole, the entrance of which was hidden by a vast green canopy, and mist and vapor emerged from the cracks in the dirt and rock. It seems that there should also be geothermal hot springs here.

The buildings in the settlement are all made of trees that grow naturally, and they are scattered in sinkholes like vines clinging to tree trunks.

Dryants have the supernatural ability to interfere with plant growth, and they can obtain a set of buildings of their choice without slashing with a knife or axe.

Just be patient and let the tree grow.

And it just so happens that the immortal tree spirits are not short of patience.

Between the houses arranged vertically in the space, a large umbrella pore mushroom is used as a staircase and passage.

At the beginning of their arrival, there was dead silence in the sinkhole, and there was not a shadow of it.

But when Brian whistled loudly and pleasantly, a dryad stepped down from a slightly taller house with a mushroom.

After they had spoken a few words to each other in a mouthful but beautiful ancient language, Lane heard Viselmir beside him breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew, Asna agreed to meet, that's good news."

The old witcher muttered briskly.

Now Lan Enneng was sure that muttering to himself was indeed the occupational disease of the demon hunters.

The dryads did not have the elaborate etiquette of a human court, bathing, shaving, changing into tight dresses before meeting the king, waiting for the king to summon them before they could go in and salute, and then waiting in line to speak.

At Doon Karnal, Aishna said that if she could meet, she would meet immediately.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Brian led the group directly to the door of a large building.

"Come in, witchers, you can see Lady Aishna. Vá fáill, poor little one. ”

"What?"

Ciri turned her head at Viselmir in confusion, she already knew which of the three was the most knowledgeable. And her relationship with the old witcher is progressing rapidly.

"That's what it means to say goodbye, Ciri. She's saying goodbye. ”

"Ahh Goodbye, Brian. ”

They walked in, Geralt and Viselmir were fine when they entered, but when Ciri entered the room, a male voice that was so grumpy that it was almost mad suddenly roared.

"Little badass! So you're here! I've got you! Good luck for you, I can't get out of bed right now, or I'll make your ass bloom! ”

Ciri pouted.

"You want to spank me?" She wrinkled her nose funny, "I'm a lady. Can't spank a lady's ass! This is not right. ”

Ryan followed Ciri into the house, and he was sure that the guy in front of him, who was lying on the bed with a bandage on his shoulder and oozing blood, didn't really want to do anything to Ciri.

The tone was more like educating disobedient children.

"Sir, in your going to educate this.' Lady's before. "Calling Ciri a 'lady' really made Ran's tongue jam.

The little girl smiled smugly at Lanen.

"Before you do that, should you tell us who you are?"

"My identity, hmph, my identity" The man with the bloody bandage was still indignant at first, but as he spoke, there was a sense of confusion and distress revealed.

"I used to be Baron Bodrog, a governor under King Avel. But what about now? Now?!. you little scoundrel! What do I have left after you run out of my convoy?! ”

"I've gone from being a Governor alive to a wanted man in Verdon! The only thing that awaits me in my fiefdom is the gallows! ”

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