Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the study, and Mossak appeared in the study driving the portal.

"I found Triss, Lan, your dream was right." Mossak sighed, "I found her in her secret laboratory. I didn't expect that she would be... injured like this."

Thinking back to the girl he met in the laboratory, if Lann hadn't prepared Mossak psychologically in advance, the old druid wouldn't even have recognized that she was his former friend.

"I brought her to Duen Canar to heal her. Do you want to go and see her? If you want her to join us in the future, now is the best time for you to meet her."

Lan looked at the portal in the air, his face pale as he swallowed his saliva: "I don't care... The main thing is that Ciri is over there, after all, she needs to learn magic from the warlock later..."

…

The center of Brokilon Forest is Dune Carnal, which means "Land of Oaks" in the Old Tongue.

Triss felt as if the burning sensation of the flames still remained on her skin. She even felt that the flames on her body had not yet gone out, although she knew it was just an illusion.

Along with a faint burning sensation, a cool and gentle stream of water washed over Triss's body at the same time. The interweaving of cold and hot made her feel unbearable pain and numbness at the same time.

She heard what seemed to be women's conversations around her, some adults and some children.

Then there was a wave of magic in the air, and Triss felt that the water that soaked her suddenly seemed to have its own consciousness and clung to her wounds.

“Don’t use potions…” Triss screamed in despair, “I’m allergic to potions…”

"Are you awake?" A gentle voice sounded beside my ears, and that voice was like leaves blown by the summer breeze, which made me feel calm:

"Don't worry, the Fourteenth Person of Sodden Mountain. The water of Brokilon is not just magic. It is also a gift from nature. It is the effect of herbs."

This sound is calming.

"Aigrace, will she be okay?" Triss heard a little girl's voice again.

"Yes, little princess."

Triss noticed the words these two people used. Water of Brokilon? Is this Brokilon Forest? Then the two people around are dryads, but what does the little princess mean? Is the dryad queen having a child again?

Triss tried hard to open her eyes and look around, but she couldn't muster the strength.

Ciri looked at the sorceress soaking in the spring water with pity for a while, lowered her head and hurried away.

Outside, Lan, who had just arrived at the Oak Tree Land, was holding onto a tree and retching, while Mossack rubbed his back with an amused look on his face.

"Lane, do you want to go in and see her? The seriously injured sorceress."

Lan wiped his mouth and nodded.

"But she had no clothes on." Ciri wrinkled her cute nose. "Although it was burned and looked ugly, but she had no clothes on."

"And it's almost the same with Aigras. Why are all tree spirits like this? Lan, can you go in with your eyes blindfolded?"

Mossak took a step back with a kind smile, stroking his beard while watching the conversation between the two lions, one big and one small.

Lann held Ciri in his arms and touched her little head which was only as high as his waist: "Does Triss look terrible?"

Ciri nodded. "That's terrible. I hope she gets better soon."

"With the blessing of our kind little princess, she will surely recover as soon as possible."

Ciri suddenly slapped Lann's hand away, took two steps back and said angrily: "Don't treat me like a child anymore, especially you!"

She stared at Lann, who was still smiling, and pursed her lips: "She is naked now... Lann, is she really important to the future, to Cintra, and to us?"

Lan nodded: "It's very important. You have to build a good relationship with her. She will be one of your magic teachers in the future. Believe me, you will like her in the future."

Hearing Lann's explanation, Ciri's pout deepened even more.

But she still said, "Well, go in. She definitely needs comfort now."

After saying that, Ciri suddenly stepped forward and pushed Lann hard. The Lion-Eyed Demon Hunter took two steps back in cooperation, otherwise, with his steady lower body, Ciri would have been knocked to the ground by the reaction force.

This time, Mossak couldn't help laughing out loud.

…

In the Brokilon spring, Triss finally gathered up a little strength to open her eyes. Her eyes, which had not been exposed to light for a long time, were stung for a moment by the sunlight projected through the leaves.

After she took a long time to adapt to the brightness of the surroundings, she suddenly heard the sound of iron boots stepping on the ground.

That was the sound of combat boots and shin guards. This sound frightened Triss, who had just retreated from the battlefield. She used all her strength to move her eyes and saw the figure of a man.

Blonde hair as dazzling as the sun, cheeks as handsome as a statue, and eyes as majestic and captivating as a lion.

For some reason, the fear that had emerged from Triss's heart suddenly disappeared.

"Lane?" Triss' voice was a little doubtful. She had heard rumors in the north about the death of the person in front of her. "I see... Am I dead?"

Lann looked at the sorceress with burns all over her skin with pity in his eyes: "I'm not dead, Triss. The same goes for you. You won't die either."

"But I heard rumors..."

Lann sat cross-legged by the pool, scooped up some water and gently poured it over Triss's wound.

[Discover the source of magic]

He glanced at the dryad doctor Aegles who was busy at the side, and at Esna who was obviously watching silently at the side, and gave up the tempting idea of ​​absorbing all the water in the pool of Brokilon.

Compared to a few skill points, this strange healing method is more strategically significant to Lann now. Everything must be irreplaceable.

The most important thing for him at this moment was to communicate more with Triss: "You have heard my rumors, and I have heard your rumors: Fourteen warlocks died on Sodden Mountain, and you are one of them."

"Soden Mountain..." Triss's expression suddenly became confused, and then painful memories came flooding back. Her body, which should have been weak, even began to struggle slowly.

"I was shot by an arrow... Then there was a flame that set my skirt on fire, and then a soldier's dagger... Lan, I screamed in the laboratory for several days, and no one found me..."

"I found you, Triss, I found you. Now you are saved." Lan reached into the spring and held Triss's hand.

Triss's soft palm grasped the hard touch, and the struggling body gradually calmed down.

"I have screamed in despair but no one responded. I have struggled in agony day after day. Now I have survived, and so have you, Triss. What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger."

Lann tried to keep his voice as low as possible, even producing a few bubbling sounds. According to Ciri, she particularly liked this sound and once hoped to use it to listen to bedtime stories.

If the sorceress hadn't been immune to the Axis Sign, he would have already held it in his hand.

Fortunately, Triss's emotions finally calmed down. Finally, she was exhausted and her consciousness became hazy. She muttered unintentionally: "You have been through it too. You understand me..."

As he murmured, Lann held Triss's hand, and with his other hand he held the Spring of Brokilon and watered Triss's body from time to time.

A few minutes later, as if her sanity had suddenly returned, Triss's eyes suddenly became clear: "Lan, I need you to do me another favor."

"I need to contact other warlocks and pass on the news that I am still alive. At the same time, I also need their magic to speed up the healing of my body and repair my appearance..."

Lann nodded and agreed, "It's nothing. I'll call Mossak in. He has a magical device to contact your warlock. Just tell him."

"No, don't let him in." Triss's voice suddenly became quieter. "I don't want others to see me like this..."

…

Geralt has recently become close to the artisans of Brokilon.

Although the plan is to take Ciri back to Kaer Morhen, unlike the original book, Ciri is not fleeing this time, but going to seek refuge, or to "study".

So the Lannister retainers naturally would not allow Ciri to go to Kaer Morhen empty-handed. They had to prepare some other luggage.

At first, Ens prepared casual clothes, dresses, and skirts for various occasions, but Geralt rejected them all expressionlessly.

The old butler then asked the craftsmen in Brokilon to make training protective gear for Ciri. Taking the little girl's physical development into consideration, the craftsmen prepared to tailor-make a complete set that could be replaced every once in a while.

This time Geralt did not object, and was even very interested in getting a few more sets back. Although the Wolf Clan lived in a big castle, they couldn't even afford to repair the roof.

In the evening, when Geralt returned to the lord's mansion where he was staying temporarily, he saw Lann telling Ens something, and it sounded like he was going to arrange a room.

"What's wrong? Are there new guests?"

Lann noticed what White Wolf said and sighed.

Poor Geralt, he had no idea what he was about to face.

"Sit down." Lann took the white wolf back to his study, gestured with his hand, and his tone was indescribably polite.

Only he himself knew that he was trying hard not to laugh out loud.

"Geralt, I'm going to tell you something. Don't be afraid."

Lann's expression was indescribably serious. Geralt looked at the pair of glowing lion eyes and his expression became serious as well.