In the state of the rest of the people in a daze, Lan En naturally talked to this [Queen of Silver Eyes].

He pulled Arondaite from his waist and propped his hands in front of him.

"I beg your pardon for taking part in the encirclement of that thing in early autumn?"

'That thing' refers to Dagon.

To this day, Lane is still instinctively reluctant to mention Dagon's name in this world. In his senses, the mere fact that the name came out of a mortal's mouth was enough to cause big trouble again.

The devil knows what was out of the world that the lady of the lake didn't even dare to let him look at that time.

Ai Sina easily understood the meaning of Lan En's words.

She walked into the room, followed by two bow-wielding treads on her left and right.

"I've done a little bit of effort, but I'm not far from the one who gave you this sword. After all, I can only mobilize the power of Brock Leon, and there are endless wildernesses and forests in this world, and they have their own masters. ”

Lan En bowed his head respectfully.

He had already understood Ai Sina's level, which was about a land god confined to Brockleon, but he was born among the tree spirits and served as the queen of the tree spirits.

"Please don't salute, Lane. You contribute to the safety of the whole world, and it stands to reason that if there is one in this room, everyone should bow to you. ”

The two witchers, the knight lying on the bed, Ciri, and even the dryads in the room all looked at Lan with incredulous eyes.

Among them, the jazz who was placed in a nursing pose by Lan En still had a weak heart and fear in his eyes.

He only now realized that the hands that could kill more than 200 people in one night were holding his shoulders and arms at zero distance, swinging back and forth.

I seemed to be scolding him at the time, and calling him 'Mr. Kind'.

Just thinking about it made a cold sweat break out.

"You're not kidding." The young witcher hung the Lake Maiden's sword back on his waist and shook his head absently.

"Without you and the others. My lord? I wasn't even qualified to stand in front of that thing. And it was just because I was the only one there, and if it was Geralt who was there at the time, it probably wouldn't make a difference. ”

When choosing what words to use to refer to those 'beings' in the deep realms of the world, chasing and blocking the Great Gun, Lan En still felt a headache.

At the moment, their composition is too complex.

There are conceptual gods like the Lady of the Lake, nature gods like Dana Mebi who don't care much about anything in the world, and otherworldly demons like Gangt Odim. It's too embarrassing to come up with a collective name for these guys.

"There is no 'if' in this world, there is no 'what if' in the future. It's you who solved that thing, no doubt about it. ”

The resolute and majestic voice of the Silver-Eyed Queen rang out again.

"But I don't think you're here to talk about something that's hard to talk about. It's not etiquette to involve the rest of the guests in a conversation that is not easy to interject, and that's the end of our conversation. ”

The Treant Queen's offer made Lan En gladly accept.

So Aisna turned her gaze slightly and landed on the other two witchers.

She also waved her hand and asked Brian to take Ciri out directly.

The little girl woke up from the inexplicable conversation, her green eyes filled with tears, like a glittering glass, and looked at Geralt and Lane.

But neither of them could refuse Aisna here.

No mortal can refuse Aisna in the Brockleon Forest.

"It's really strange, is it an old acquaintance from the outside world who has made an appointment to visit today? Viselmir and Geralt? ”

"Hail to you, Aishna, Queen of the Treants." *2

The two masters and apprentices of the Wolf Sect spoke in unison, making Lan En wonder if Viselmir had given Geralt a special lesson.

"I'm following Viselmir."

Geralt's voice didn't wave, and Viselmir followed.

"I'm here on a mission."

Finding the right person, Ai Sina showed a stiff and sharp smile.

"Oh, that would explain your recklessness, Viselmir. Entering Brock Leon without saying hello to me is dangerous even to you. I can imagine what your mission is. Lobbyists? Emissary? That's what you humans call this character. ”

"But Viselmere, I must repeat that your actions are dangerous. It is the rule of your human race not to behead, and I don't accept it. The dryads do not recognize the rules of man, and you can still stand here with your apprentice because the people who are with you have done a great deed, and we creatures who live on a material basis have to accept his affection. ”

Viselmere's lips twitched, and he regained his composure.

The old man understood early on that there were unimaginable strange things in this world, and that it was only wishful thinking that individuals wanted to explore all the mysteries on the scale of life.

He has long been accustomed to encountering situations that he cannot understand, and has summed up a set of coping methods -

Eliminate the factors in the whole thing that he can't understand, and focus on the ones that can be solved.

In short: I know how many pounds and taels I have, and I don't care about it, and I can't care about it.

"You should at least know who sent me, right?"

Viselmir said cautiously.

"Seriously, I don't want to know. I have no reason to listen to the message, proposal, or ultimatum of a human being, an emissary of a race whose thoughts and habits are very different from mine. King Vincislaw's thoughts have nothing to do with me. ”

Viselmir looked up in surprise.

"Did you know he sent me?"

"It's not hard to guess, he is the only one among the surrounding kings who neither hates me enough nor is stupid enough."

"Then it's all the more important for you to seize this opportunity to increase your allies for yourself and Brockleon. Isn't it? ”

"What are you kidding, Viselmir?"

The queen of the dryads gave her an incredulous look with those silver eyes.

"Yes, King Vinslav is one of the few kings in the neighborhood who is wise and does not hate the Dryads. But doesn't he buy the scalp of the dryad? Wasn't his aim to occupy the land, timber, and minerals of Brockleon, to get a legal claim, and to drive the dryads into the human sanctuary? ”

"There's a guy in the midst of a group of vicious robbers who prays when he stabs him, and you're telling me that you're going to treat him as a friend? That's ridiculous. ”

Viselmir was speechless.

In fact, in his opinion, what humans have to do to dryads is many times worse than that of robbers.

Eighty percent of robbers only seek money, not death.

But the attitude of humans towards dryads is. genocide, and then a small number of survivors moved into protected areas and kept as ornamental animals.

This is not speculation, but the status quo that humanity has done many times and is still doing.

In the ethnic reserve in the north of the continent, the cat people always bring a lot of sightseeing expenses to the reserve.

And thanks to the racial characteristics of the tree spirits, if they really enter the reserve, it is estimated that the human men will use them far more than just spectators.

After all, in addition to transforming human little girls into their own kind, most of the dryads have achieved racial expansion by borrowing seeds from human males.

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(End of chapter)