This time, when Lann went to Dun Canar, the oak land of the dryads, he no longer went alone as before, but brought with him Milva, who was relatively familiar with the dryads, Levin Blot, the grandson of the mayor who was already very familiar with the dryads, and House, who now stayed with him all the time.

One after another, trees thicker than humans flew past the crowd, and as they went deeper into the forest, the trees became taller and taller, presenting a natural environment completely different from Sintra.

Heifeng snorted in disdain. He was almost jogging at a speed without even exerting any effort, but the horses of the others around him were already panting and could not bear it.

"Black Wind, slow down." Lann patted his companion's neck helplessly, looked at the people riding horses around him, and suddenly asked Levin, whom he hadn't seen for a long time:

"After you were sent to Duen Canar, I never paid attention to the follow-up. What happened afterwards?"

Levin said respectfully, "I have never thanked you before. You avenged my father. The ladies of Duen Canal also told me that I was qualified to be sent there for treatment because of your request."

Lann waved his hand nonchalantly: "You fought for me, so it's only natural. And you were brave enough, even the ladies praised you highly."

Levin thanked Lann respectfully again, then he looked hesitantly at Silsa at the front of the team and said, "After the injuries that should have killed me healed, the ladies kept me in the cabin for a while and asked me to pay... for it."

Lan was silent.

He followed Levin's gaze and looked at Sirsa at the front of the team. Before, Levin had been consciously avoiding Sirsa, which Lan En thought was strange, but now he suddenly understood.

No wonder Ms. Esna sent Silsa to Brochilon Town. It turned out that both parties knew each other well.

After two days and one night of traveling, they arrived at the Giant Tree Forest again at dusk. Even though Lan had been there once before, he was still shocked by the sight.

The tree spirit Silsa dismounted and knelt to pray. Milva stepped forward and hugged the root of a huge tree, gesturing to where her height was on the root.

The girl sighed in a low voice: "My Lord Earl, are these trees all grown through magic..."

The scene before him was indeed easy to misunderstand. Lann's thoughts when he first saw it were exactly the same as Milva's now. However, after becoming a demon hunter, Lann had a different feeling when he saw these giant trees again.

If we plant two circles of these trees around the Kael Siren, will we be able to prevent that devastating avalanche?

Silsa, who had finished praying on the ground, heard the girl's sigh and corrected her: "This is not magic, it is nature, it is the grace that Brokilon gives to its children."

Milva muttered quietly, "That sounds even more magical."

After leaving the giant forest, everyone except Lann was blindfolded by Silsa, including Levin and Milva. This attitude made Lann strange, because the only people who could enter the oak land without blindfolding were the "own people" of the tree spirits, such as Ciri who was almost transformed into a tree spirit.

Why did he deserve such treatment? With this inexplicable doubt, Lan met the tree fairy queen Aisna.

Compared to the last time we met, perhaps because of the change of seasons, Aisna's dress became more "natural". At this moment, she was only wearing a plain white silk skirt with a circle of heather, lily of the valley and daylily around her waist; her upper body was almost completely exposed to the air, revealing the queen's boldness in sharp contrast to the petiteness of ordinary tree elves, only slightly blocked by her silver hair.

Lann secretly admired in his heart, she is worthy of being the Queen, with such an astonishing amount of hair!

As expected of a tribe of tree spirits, their culture is clearly distinct from that of humans!

The guys who followed Lan in all turned their heads slightly unnaturally, but Milva stared at him with an indescribable expression on her face.

Behind Esna stood Dunka and Brian, both old friends.

"Long time no see, Lann of Cintra."

Lan looked meaningfully at Esna and the two guards behind her: "I miss you too, Ms. Esna."

Facing Lann's eyes, Esna seemed not to notice, or she had seen too many similar eyes: "Perhaps I should call you 'Corianm' now - the lion. I feel sorry for what happened to Cintra, but don't worry, Brokilon will always welcome you."

Lan pointed to his eyes and said, "Since you are so familiar with Geralt, you must know my current situation."

Aisna smiled and shook her head: "No, no, Lann, our friendship is built on a more solid foundation, just you. The town of Brokilon is not even important, and other humans are not important either, just you. Although the situation now seems to be much worse than before, we are still firm allies."

While speaking, the Dryad Queen took two steps closer to Lann to appear sincere; the guards behind Lann took two steps back, probably to appear polite.

But then they seemed to remember their duty, and with a straight face and heads held high they took a step back to Lann's side.

Lann knew that he had to be extra careful when facing Esna. Once things were related to the tree spirits of the Brokilon Forest, the situation would change and he might be banned if he was not careful.

Lan wrinkled his itchy nose, his face remained calm: "I don't know why I deserve your kindness. I also heard that you told Luca that I would definitely come back?"

Aisna nodded: "This is exactly why I asked you to come here today. I have two friends who want to meet you, and one of them told me this news."

Friends? Lan raised his eyebrows.

"Friend." As if she knew what Lann was thinking, Esna repeated, "But before you meet that 'well-informed' friend, there is another friend you must meet. I believe you will be very happy."

A friend I'm glad to see? Lane was starting to get interested.

Esna made a "please" gesture, and the group followed her lead. They left the largest oak tree and found themselves walking towards the center of the forest.

The real center of the forest is a clear spring in the mountains. When Lann arrived here, he felt a misty vapor in the air. At the same time, the witcher badge on his neck began to vibrate violently.

A bold guess came to his mind - this clear spring might be all water from Brokilon, right?

But Lann didn't have much time to think about this now. His attention was all drawn to the two people in the spring: one of them was a tree elf wearing "traditional" tree elf clothing; as for the other one -

"Uncle Mossack!" Lan shouted in surprise.

It turned out to be the old druid who hadn’t been heard from for a long time!

At this moment, Mossak lay in a stone cave, the water of Brokilon flowing out of the cave washing over his body, and his limbs were entangled with sheepskin and Cornichella, a climbing plant with healing properties.

"Lan, long time no see." The druid looked at Lan running towards him, and he seemed to be in good spirits. "Don't worry, I feel fine now."

The tree spirit who was healing Mossak saw Lann approaching, and surprisingly showed no repulsion towards outsiders. She took the initiative to nod and greet Lann: "Hello, Corianm, I am Aigles."

Lann had an impression of this name. In the original novel, she seemed to be the doctor leader of the tree spirits. She hated harming people and had sworn a peace oath, so she could never leave the Oak Land. She would heal Geralt's broken arms and legs in the future, although Geralt left without waiting for the treatment to be completed, and suffered a great loss later.

And now, Aigles was bathing in the Bruchilon Spring with Mossak. Her chestnut hair and other floating objects floated in the spring water, flashing beautiful colors in the sunlight.

Aigrais carefully removed the sheepskin and healing vines from the druid's body. Judging from her reaction, Mossak was indeed fine.

"Lane, I'm sorry I haven't been with you and Ciri recently." Mossak had the strength to move his body. He coordinated with the doctor's movements and said, "I was trapped by the portal used by the warlocks of Nilfgaard. After I escaped, I only had the strength to treat him here."

Esna nodded in agreement, "Mossak was brought here by another friend of mine. I was shocked at the time. I have known Mossak for decades, but I have never seen him in such a miserable state. His injuries have not fully healed, but today he is able to move around normally. The first thing I asked you to do was to bring Mossak back. He can't wait any longer."

Mossak shook his head, seeming to be concerned about his experience of being besieged by the Nilfgaardian sorcerers, and he also blamed himself for not being able to save Ciri:

"No one would have thought that Nilfgaard would train sorcerers like soldiers."

Lann comforted him, "Those warlocks are war machines specially trained by Nilfgaard. I captured two of them. They can indeed use offensive magic, but they can't even open a portal. According to my interrogation, they were all selected by Nilfgaard from those warlocks who lived in poverty, and their purpose in coming to Cintra was to deal with you."

"You caught two?" Mossak was stunned. He noticed Lan's eyes and suddenly became distraught. "The thing I was most worried about has happened, Lan. Did you make this sacrifice for Cintra?"

Lan shook his head: "No, Uncle Mossak, this is my own choice. Only in this way can I better protect myself, Ciri, and you."

"But after becoming a demon hunter, you can no longer have children. Lann, what will happen to the Lannister family in the future? The price is too high!"

Mossak sighed. Aisna, who was standing behind Lan, nodded in agreement, looking at Lan's back with complicated eyes.

"Don't worry, this is not a big problem for me right now." Lann comforted, "And I already have a solution to this problem."

Lann smiled at the old druid who was caring about him like an elder, and asked to divert attention, "Ms. Esna, didn't you say you would introduce me to a friend today, and it was this friend who saved Mossak? I also want to thank her."

Hearing Lann's question, the Dryad Queen chuckled and pointed to the center of Brokilon Spring.

"She is right here."

The surface of the Brokilon Spring suddenly began to ripple, and there was actually a third person soaking in the spring water.

There seemed to be a faint sound of a harp in the air, or maybe it was just Lan's imagination. A woman with dark green hair slowly rose from the lake. Her movements did not cause any splashes, as if her whole body had merged into the spring water.

Compared with the dryad queen Esna beside her, this woman's dress was even more "thoroughly natural" than the dryads. From Lan's perspective, he could almost see her completely, and even see the residual water of Brokilon on her body sparkling in the sunlight, as if it had its own holy light.

Bad news: There is Holy Light.

Good news: the holy light is not in the key positions and is even dotted just right.

Her figure is as slender and standard as a statue. The little bit of "holy light" not only does not hinder the exploration of the vision, but instead cooperates with every curve in her body and the changing color of her skin, triggering people's imagination to the greatest extent.

At least Lann was thinking about nature now, about the slender trees, about the flowers on the branches, about the large fruits that the flowers produced, about...

It is no surprise that throughout history there have always been knights willing to die for the lady before them, and it is no surprise that artists were able to reproduce her portraits and statues almost perfectly just by listening to the knights' retellings. This fairy is truly impressive in a literal sense.

Lann coughed lightly and covered his face slightly, feeling that the adrenaline secretion in his body was starting to become too abundant. House seemed to have shared the skill of [Anger Control], which allowed him to use the adrenaline release seal. Should he open an Arden or Axel to release it on the spot?