Eithné chuckled, very satisfied with today's results. She raised her drink high, clinked the glass with Lann in a ceremonial manner, and then raised her slender neck to drink it all in one gulp.
The drinks of the dryads are truly unique. In addition to the sweetness of alcohol and fruity wood, it had an indescribable aroma that was comforting. Lann planned to add it to his trade list later.
Lann smacked his lips and suddenly said: "But... do you know, Miss Eithné, that I am only fifteen years old? For personal reasons, perhaps the plan to 'introduce the Elder Blood into the dryads' will have to be postponed a bit."
As soon as these words came out, Eithné's expression management got out of control.
Not to mention the other three dryads, everyone looked in amazement at Lann's tall and powerful figure, who was not inferior to Geralt. Scenes of Lann's brave battles appeared in their minds at the same time. They could not relate this individual to someone who was fifteen years old.
"Ah, this is really...is this also the effect of the Elder Blood? It's really unheard of and wonderful." Eithné rubbed her head in annoyance and looked doubtfully at Lann's empty cup. "Anyway, it should happen soon."
Um? Happening soon? What does it mean?
Lann was confused by the words of the Queen of the Dryads. Suddenly he felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the refreshing aroma of wine rushed into his brain and enveloped his entire consciousness. In an instant, it seemed as if countless colorful stars were twinkling in front of his eyes.
...What's going on?
Lann fell heavily to the ground, and the empty wine glass rolled from his hands onto the grass. A thin layer of wine at the bottom seeped into the soil.
"Really... isn't this a waste of wine..." With his mind confused, Lann began to wander.
Geralt seemed to have heard the noise and approached. Eithné turned to receive him. They were walking away quickly, apparently having a conversation. The two were getting further and further apart.
Then he felt a lightness on his body, and his body was released from the heavy armor. Finally he lost all consciousness.
...
"Is he really only fifteen years old? Isn't that a bit..."
“Hurry up.”
“Okay, it should be over soon.”
...
Sometime later
"It's not over yet?"
"Mmm..." Ellie replied with a muffled moan.
...
Long after.
"Isn't it over yet?"
"Mmm... Well... Mmm... Could you help me..." Ellie responded between moans.
...
And much more time later.
"It's not over yet?"
"Maybe... Mmm... It's because of the effect of the Elder Blood... Mmm..." Ellie responded between gasps.
...
Generally speaking, for the sake of peace and the future development of both territories and the people of their respective territories, the representatives of the Dryads of Brokilon held a cordial and friendly conversation with the lord of the town of Brokilon.
The two sides respected each other, talked candidly, fully exchanged views, and enhanced their understanding of each other. At the same time, both parties also reserve the right to make further reactions to differences.
Overall, the meeting was beneficial. An occasion to celebrate!
The next day, early morning.
The ancient forest of Brokilon looks solemn, dignified and magnificent under the blue sky. The sun shines through the lush canopy of trees and onto the eyelids of the sleeping man.
Lann woke up leisurely, feeling only pain in his waist and back, as if he had fought bloody battles with several enemies for three days and three nights with his bare hands.
Looking around, his armor was neatly placed to the side. He was only wearing the inner lining at this time, and only half of it. His muscular upper body was naked. Fortunately, he was lying on soft grass and an extra layer of clean leaves had been placed under him.
On his left hand side is a cloth bag embroidered with leaves and vines. When he opened it, he saw that it was full of crowns.
Lann's confused mind began to rewind, recalling the conversations he had with the dryads before signing the agreement.
'If... There is something we want but the other party is unwilling to give up, how should we get it?'
'Could you please tell me what it is?'
'No.'
'Then maybe... You can try adding more money.'
Lann kicked the bag away with all his strength and yelled angrily: "Did I teach you to increase the money so that you can use it for this kind of thing?"
“That’s unreasonable! It’s just, it’s just too much!”
“Am I short of this little money? Why don’t you give me a few pots of Brokilon water!”
"One day I'll let them know what it means: A Lannister always settles his debts!"
The young earl's angry voice echoed through the forest, frightening the birds that were beginning to wake up with the dawn.
Hearing the commotion, Geralt and Maria approached from the nearby forest.
The witcher, who was rumored to be emotionless, had a playful expression at the moment. After looking Lann up and down, he turned around and picked up the bag kicked away by the frustrated Earl and began to count the coins inside with a familiar technique.
Maria lowered her head, but her eyes were shining in a place where others could not see. From time to time, she raised her head and glanced at Lann secretly with her shining eyes.
"Congratulations, Earl Lannister, you have become one of the 'few humans' to become involved with a dryad. And among those 'few', in fact, they still gave you money." Geralt tightened the bag and said: "This There is a full five hundred crowns in it."
The witcher sighed: "I don't even know how many monsters I have to kill to save so much money. After all, there are fewer and fewer monsters now, and the work is getting harder and harder."
"I gave them to you! Take them as a reward for your future missions!"
The witcher refused with a straight face: "I can't ask for this kind of money. The new armor and war horse are enough to pay my reward. I have principles."
Maria trotted over, picked up the lining on the ground and put it on Lann's body.
"What are you doing?"
At Lann's question, Maria, a wandering hunter, lifted his shirt with hands that had rarely served others and said: "I... I am going to serve you, my... My Lord."
Lann frowned. "Can you?"
The huntress looked down, but her eyes were shining. "I can learn!"
Lann stared at her and said suddenly: "I don't care who you were before or what you did. Many in this day and age have no choice. Not everyone deserves a second chance, but you have received it. So you should value it. Now that you are one of my subjects, say goodbye to the past and take on a new name. From now on, you will be called 'Milva'. My expectation towards you goes beyond being a simple maiden, understand?"
Milva raised his head: "I follow your order, Lord. Are you still wearing your armor?"
Lann gritted his teeth. The plate armor of this era was really impossible for one person to wear.
"Put the armor on me!"
Suddenly, Geralt smiled slightly. After watching for a while, he threw the bag of money at Lann.
"Geralt, take this!"
"We witchers only take what we must take, we have principles, Lann."
"Take this away from me!"
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Eithné chuckled, very satisfied with today's results. She raised her drink high, clinked the glass with Lann in a ceremonial manner, and then raised her slender neck to drink it all in one gulp.
The drinks of the dryads are truly unique. In addition to the sweetness of alcohol and fruity wood, it had an indescribable aroma that was comforting. Lann planned to add it to his trade list later.
Lann smacked his lips and suddenly said: "But... do you know, Miss Eithné, that I am only fifteen years old? For personal reasons, perhaps the plan to 'introduce the Elder Blood into the dryads' will have to be postponed a bit."
As soon as these words came out, Eithné's expression management got out of control.
Not to mention the other three dryads, everyone looked in amazement at Lann's tall and powerful figure, who was not inferior to Geralt. Scenes of Lann's brave battles appeared in their minds at the same time. They could not relate this individual to someone who was fifteen years old.
"Ah, this is really...is this also the effect of the Elder Blood? It's really unheard of and wonderful." Eithné rubbed her head in annoyance and looked doubtfully at Lann's empty cup. "Anyway, it should happen soon."
Um? Happening soon? What does it mean?
Lann was confused by the words of the Queen of the Dryads. Suddenly he felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the refreshing aroma of wine rushed into his brain and enveloped his entire consciousness. In an instant, it seemed as if countless colorful stars were twinkling in front of his eyes.
...What's going on?
Lann fell heavily to the ground, and the empty wine glass rolled from his hands onto the grass. A thin layer of wine at the bottom seeped into the soil.
"Really... isn't this a waste of wine..." With his mind confused, Lann began to wander.
Geralt seemed to have heard the noise and approached. Eithné turned to receive him. They were walking away quickly, apparently having a conversation. The two were getting further and further apart.
Then he felt a lightness on his body, and his body was released from the heavy armor. Finally he lost all consciousness.
...
"Is he really only fifteen years old? Isn't that a bit..."
“Hurry up.”
“Okay, it should be over soon.”
...
Sometime later
"It's not over yet?"
"Mmm..." Ellie replied with a muffled moan.
...
Long after.
"Isn't it over yet?"
"Mmm... Well... Mmm... Could you help me..." Ellie responded between moans.
...
And much more time later.
"It's not over yet?"
"Maybe... Mmm... It's because of the effect of the Elder Blood... Mmm..." Ellie responded between gasps.
...
Generally speaking, for the sake of peace and the future development of both territories and the people of their respective territories, the representatives of the Dryads of Brokilon held a cordial and friendly conversation with the lord of the town of Brokilon.
The two sides respected each other, talked candidly, fully exchanged views, and enhanced their understanding of each other. At the same time, both parties also reserve the right to make further reactions to differences.
Overall, the meeting was beneficial. An occasion to celebrate!
The next day, early morning.
The ancient forest of Brokilon looks solemn, dignified and magnificent under the blue sky. The sun shines through the lush canopy of trees and onto the eyelids of the sleeping man.
Lann woke up leisurely, feeling only pain in his waist and back, as if he had fought bloody battles with several enemies for three days and three nights with his bare hands.
Looking around, his armor was neatly placed to the side. He was only wearing the inner lining at this time, and only half of it. His muscular upper body was naked. Fortunately, he was lying on soft grass and an extra layer of clean leaves had been placed under him.
On his left hand side is a cloth bag embroidered with leaves and vines. When he opened it, he saw that it was full of crowns.
Lann's confused mind began to rewind, recalling the conversations he had with the dryads before signing the agreement.
'If... There is something we want but the other party is unwilling to give up, how should we get it?'
'Could you please tell me what it is?'
'No.'
'Then maybe... You can try adding more money.'
Lann kicked the bag away with all his strength and yelled angrily: "Did I teach you to increase the money so that you can use it for this kind of thing?"
“That’s unreasonable! It’s just, it’s just too much!”
“Am I short of this little money? Why don’t you give me a few pots of Brokilon water!”
"One day I'll let them know what it means: A Lannister always settles his debts!"
The young earl's angry voice echoed through the forest, frightening the birds that were beginning to wake up with the dawn.
Hearing the commotion, Geralt and Maria approached from the nearby forest.
The witcher, who was rumored to be emotionless, had a playful expression at the moment. After looking Lann up and down, he turned around and picked up the bag kicked away by the frustrated Earl and began to count the coins inside with a familiar technique.
Maria lowered her head, but her eyes were shining in a place where others could not see. From time to time, she raised her head and glanced at Lann secretly with her shining eyes.
"Congratulations, Earl Lannister, you have become one of the 'few humans' to become involved with a dryad. And among those 'few', in fact, they still gave you money." Geralt tightened the bag and said: "This There is a full five hundred crowns in it."
The witcher sighed: "I don't even know how many monsters I have to kill to save so much money. After all, there are fewer and fewer monsters now, and the work is getting harder and harder."
"I gave them to you! Take them as a reward for your future missions!"
The witcher refused with a straight face: "I can't ask for this kind of money. The new armor and war horse are enough to pay my reward. I have principles."
Maria trotted over, picked up the lining on the ground and put it on Lann's body.
"What are you doing?"
At Lann's question, Maria, a wandering hunter, lifted his shirt with hands that had rarely served others and said: "I... I am going to serve you, my... My Lord."
Lann frowned. "Can you?"
The huntress looked down, but her eyes were shining. "I can learn!"
Lann stared at her and said suddenly: "I don't care who you were before or what you did. Many in this day and age have no choice. Not everyone deserves a second chance, but you have received it. So you should value it. Now that you are one of my subjects, say goodbye to the past and take on a new name. From now on, you will be called 'Milva'. My expectation towards you goes beyond being a simple maiden, understand?"
Milva raised his head: "I follow your order, Lord. Are you still wearing your armor?"
Lann gritted his teeth. The plate armor of this era was really impossible for one person to wear.
"Put the armor on me!"
Suddenly, Geralt smiled slightly. After watching for a while, he threw the bag of money at Lann.
"Geralt, take this!"
"We witchers only take what we must take, we have principles, Lann."
"Take this away from me!"
---
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