Lan En shook his head slightly as he listened.

From the perspective of a liberal arts student who is a history buff, Aisna should indeed accept a 'robber' as her friend.

Humiliating and dangerous, it is a strategy that must be accepted once the overall gap between the Treants and the human has reached this point.

But on the other hand, no one is in a position to persuade the dryads to accept the cooperation of those who want to exterminate them.

No one is qualified.

After being silent for a while, Vismere asked bluntly, "What about my mission, Lady Esna?" ”

"I'll listen to you, but that doesn't mean I'm not the slightest interested in what you say, I'm just trying to make you feel good about giving King Vinslav a good idea of what you do and that you deserve to be paid. That's all. ”

"Thank you very much."

Vismere knew he couldn't change Queen Treant's mind, he was just an old witcher, and he should only focus on his mercenary money.

Suddenly, his fingerless glove grabbed Geralt's forearm beside him without a trace.

The old witcher was well acquainted with the apprentice he had brought out, and before Geralt could speak, Viselmir knew he wanted to speak.

Normally, Geralt would have listened to the old man's experience, which was completely different from the other foul-mouthed and arrogant wolf witcher.

But this time it's different. Viselmir didn't hold Geralt down.

"That child, Ms. Aishna! What about that child? ”

"Why are you asking this?" Aisina looked at Geralt with warm eyes, "What will happen to her, you know better." ”

"But she's not an ordinary peasant girl, she's a princess!"

"The princess or the queen doesn't matter in Blocleion, and no one cares. If you want to talk about it again."

Asna said this and looked at the young man.

"I'll give you a chance to watch the ceremony for Lan's sake, just tonight. Come or not come as you like. ”

The slender, but imposing and majestic Queen of Treants walked out of the room after speaking, leaving only four men.

Both Viselmir and Geralt frowned, looking distressed and serious.

Lan En stood against the wall with his hands on his chest, his expression not distressed, just a little hesitant.

The atmosphere fell silent, and everyone was entangled and depressed in their own hearts.

Until Jazz on the bed, he spoke.

"That, you, you really are. Lanne of Sintra, Lord Hunter? ”

There was an embarrassment in that tone that made you want to curl your toes.

When Lane heard this, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and glanced at Jazz who was lying on the bed.

The wounded's body tensed involuntarily.

"Yes, sir. I'm the 'damn Lord Hunter' in your mouth." But you don't have to put on that expression, I won't draw my sword and cut you because you said a few words lightly. ”

"In fact, if my actions really get you in trouble, I think it's normal for you to complain."

Baron Bodrog looked strange and re-lay down in the nursing position that Rann had given him.

Perhaps it was rumored that [Lord Hunter] had distorted his personality and style into a brutal and ferocious appearance, but when he saw a beautiful and reasonable person now, the sense of absurdity even overcame the panic.

Jazz's interaction with Lann breaks the silence in the room.

Geralt's paralyzed face gave a rare look of distraction.

"Lan, old Aisina seemed to look at you differently just now. I don't want to chase after what the hell is going on there, I just want to ask, um. Can you take Ciri away? Bring out Brock Leon? ”

The young man raised an eyebrow.

In front of Ms. Ai Sina, the old Ai Sina behind her back, right?

How dare you say that you're in a treehouse in Brockleon! Everyone can hear it!

Without waiting for Lane to answer, Viselmir was the first to interrupt Geralt's questioning.

"I stopped you, white wolf. Why do you keep talking and question Aisna in front of her? Do you know how dangerous this is? You and I almost couldn't get out of this forest! ”

"That's about Ciri's future, she can't turn into a dryad."

"Yes, I'll admit that little girl is very likable. But I have to think about your safety first, white wolf! ”

Viselmir grabbed the gap in Geralt's shoulder chain mail and forced him to make eye contact with him. It was like an old father reprimanding his son for his repeated teachings.

"Geralt, I'm here for a mission! A quest that is no different from slaying water ghosts and evil ghosts! Make money and leave, it's as simple as that. But when you come, the nature changes! I'm going to take care of you first! I will not allow it."

"I will not allow you to do stupid things in front of me! Did you hear me clearly?! ”

This was the first time since Len met with Viselmir that he had seen this kind-looking old man really angry.

Geralt, the cold-faced star, bowed his head under the old man's spittle, and didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

But at the same time, Geralt also stubbornly closed his lips, and the 'unchanging son' refused to admit his mistake.

The situation was deadlocked, and the atmosphere was so frozen that the baron almost crawled out of the room despite his injuries.

But a pair of large hands with studded leather gloves pressed directly against Viselmir's hands and Geralt's shoulders, and the force forced the two to separate.

"There's no need to be so nervous, Viselmir. Aisna won't do anything to you, Geralt just said a few words. ”

Even for my sake, you will get out of the forest safely.

Lan En thought to himself.

After calming the angry Viselmir, Lane turned to face Geralt again.

"If Aisna really left Ciri just to expand the race, I'm sure she'll leave. But here's the thing, Geralt."

Speaking of this, the young man's cat's eyes looked seriously at the other party's cat's eyes, which had bloomed with joy.

"I'm not sure, will Ciri's life be fine when she walks out of the forest?"

"What do you mean? She is the princess of Sintra, and of course she will live a well-fed and carefree life when she goes out! ”

"Yes, you can be sure. But carefree? ”

Lan asked rhetorically.

"While she is enjoying fine clothes and fine food, she wants to marry someone she hates and have children. If she was really a person who could accept this situation for the sake of fine clothes and food, it would be fine, but. What do you think of Ciri? ”

Geralt was momentarily speechless.

He remembered the bits and pieces of the past few days, the disapproving tone of the little gray-haired and green-eyed guy when he talked about the court, and the joyful laughter when he ran freely in the forest. No.

There are people in this world who are willing to sleep with a person they don't like at all and have children for the sake of fine clothes, food, glory and wealth.

But that's not Ciri!

She is a free swallow, and if she wants to live in a birdcage made of gold to be materially abundant, then she would rather forage for food and take risks on her own.

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