“I’m a witcher, and witchers don’t have feelings,” Geralt said, “nor do they have fear.”

"That's good." Lan nodded. "Did you know that I recently rescued a sorceress? Her name is Triss."

Geralt nodded. "I need to thank you for this, Lann. Triss is a friend of the Wolf School and often helps us with magic.

What, did saving her get you into trouble? Don't worry, I will do my best to help you."

No, no, no, this isn't about getting me in trouble.

Lan nodded, then shook his head: "The thing is: Triss is injured, so she needs to contact a fellow warlock to use magic to help. And you should also know that the warlock who has the best relationship with her is Yennefer of Vengerberg..."

In Lann's eyes, the white wolf's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole. The emotionless demon hunter seemed to be surrounded by an indescribable turbulence of emotions.

Geralt interrupted Lann directly: "She is coming? When?"

Lann pretended to check the time and said, "I told Mossak the news this morning. If we calculate the time...she should have arrived in Duen Canal by now."

Geralt stood up suddenly, sweat starting to form on his expressionless face. "It's a long way to Kaer Morhen, I think I should leave with Ciri as soon as possible. What about Mossak? We can use the portal!"

Lann sighed and said, "I really want to help you, Geralt. I really do. But both Mossak and Ciri are now in Duen Canar, and didn't I say that Ciri needs the help of a warlock? Do you think Triss is better or Yennefer is better?"

Bai Lang's expression finally couldn't hold back any longer.

…

Ciri looked warily at the woman in front of her, the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in her life.

It is said that female sorcerers are all beauties, but the beauty in front of me is more beautiful than any other.

Her appearance, her makeup, her dress, and the scent of cloves and currants she exudes are all so perfect and natural that they together give her the crown of "beauty".

In addition to her appearance, this woman also exudes a dazzling self-confidence that cannot be ignored. This makes her the most enviable person in terms of both appearance and temperament.

Ciri thought: It would be nice if this sorceress could teach me magic.

As long as she didn't show herself naked to Lan like Triss did.

However, the beauty's next words ruined Ciri's impression of her.

"Ugly girl, are you the princess of Cintra? Where is Lann who saved Triss? I heard he is also a demon hunter?"

Ciri frowned. She wanted to scream and order the guards to chop off the head of this disrespectful sorceress.

But she was no longer the willful and capricious princess. She recalled what Lan had told her. They now needed to win over the warlocks as much as possible. The sorceress in front of them was the one Lan had specifically mentioned.

How can I win her over? Such a beautiful and confident woman, I heard that she even refused the title of royal adviser. Is there any way to win her favor?

As the little princess thought about this, a face gradually emerged in her mind...

Ciri wrinkled her nose and said angrily: "You are Yennefer? Yennefer of Vengerberg?"

Yennefer looked around and said, "Yes, Triss told you, right? Where is she?"

At this time, the sorceress did not forget the purpose of her coming here. She came here from afar to rescue her good friend, and even her own injuries had not fully healed yet.

“I didn’t hear that from Triss.” Ciri frowned. “I heard it from Geralt. I am his unexpected child, and I will go to Kaer Morhen with him.”

Yennefer stopped searching around, and her violet eyes suddenly fixed on Ciri, sizing her up.

From top to bottom, from bottom to top.

"Ugly girl, you said Geralt mentioned me to you?"

Ciri shook her head: "No, he never talks about his own affairs."

Yennefer snorted disdainfully.

"But he drank the water of Brokilon before and was in a coma for several days. He kept calling your name." Ciri said, "'Yennefer, Yennefer', and sometimes just 'Yenne' or 'Ye'. That voice is almost engraved in my mind. Everything I heard during those days sounded like your name."

Ciri lowered her voice and imitated the sound of a man mumbling incoherently.

Yennefer raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth began to rise uncontrollably as she listened.

Ciri thought to herself: Damn, this woman looks even better when she smiles.

"Does Geralt know I'm here? Where is he?"

Yennefer's voice was neither hurried nor slow, with a beautiful tone, as if Ciri's words did not stir up any emotional fluctuations in her. If it weren't for something important, Ciri would even want to listen to this beautiful voice for a while longer.

"He's in Brokilon Town and didn't know you were coming. But I saw Lann went back to see him excitedly, so he should tell him."

The sorceress smiled even more brightly, and then she noticed Ciri's fixed gaze on her, and her face suddenly changed to another smile.

"You said before that you were Geralt's accidental son, right?"

Ciri nodded.

Looking at the mouse-gray hair that was very similar to the white wolf's silver hair, Yennefer said, "Well, ugly... little girl, I'm beginning to like you now. Tell me where Triss is first, and we can talk about the rest later - we will have plenty of time later."

…

Outside the town of Brokilon, there is a simple gathering place for refugees.

And it’s not known when - or perhaps from the very beginning - a group of people who would paint three lion scratches on their clothes appeared in the places where these refugees gathered.

It is said that they originally planned to paint a lion on their clothes, but were immediately reprimanded by their leader because the lion was now a symbol that only Ciri and the Lannister family could use, so they had to settle for the second best and paint lion claws on their bodies.

They enthusiastically helped all the refugees around them, spontaneously maintained law and order in the refugee areas, cooperated extremely well with the city guards who came to discipline them, and were even more open-minded when dealing with Lannister's retainers.

What stands out is that he has high subjective initiative and actively cooperates with management, and all this does not cost Lane a penny or consume any of his energy.

The only difference from normal refugees is that they gather together every morning when they wake up or every night when they go to bed, and pray towards a flag with the three lions of Sintra, which is old but well-maintained.

After praying, they would gather together, sympathize with each other about past sufferings to relieve the pain, share their recent lives to rejoice, and look forward to their future lives to look forward to each other.

"I dreamt about a lion last night!"

Early in the morning, closest to the three-lion flag, a girl dressed simply but neatly shouted loudly, and her words were greeted with envious glances from the people who gathered to pray.

"As long as we pray earnestly and sincerely dedicate our strength to the revival of Cintra, the lion will come into your dreams at night to bless you!"

All the people were shocked, and they knelt down facing the three-lion flag, clasped their hands in front of their chests, and began to chant praises together:

"May the Lion lead us to the safety of your arms, hold us close with light, and protect us. From the dark sun of the Empire that erodes our souls..."

"Hold us, protect us..."

On the city wall some distance away from the crowd, Lan looked at the praying crowd from afar, the corners of his mouth twitching constantly.

That girl... wasn't she the one I rescued when I landed in Cintra before? How did she become like this?

If you don't dream of a lion at night according to their chanting, then you're a monster. Who came up with the idea of ​​blessing through dreams? Is the idea that you dream at night about what you think about during the day meant to work in this kind of situation?

"Ah!" A refugee who was praying suddenly exclaimed, "I heard the lion's roar, just after I finished praying, I heard it!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone carefully distanced themselves from the refugee with envy on their faces, while the girl under the three lions flag strode forward excitedly, and the crowd automatically made way for her.

"He heard the lion's roar!" The girl patted the refugee's shoulders and chest vigorously, her eyes full of relief. Then she raised the refugee's hand and took him around to enjoy the attention of everyone. "He heard the lion's roar! The lion recognized him! The lion is watching him!"

Not far away, Lan's mouth twitched even more violently.

It’s true that I was watching you, but I didn’t (fourth tone) yell. Even if I yelled, it’s impossible for only one person to hear it…

The girl did not realize that the person she was praying to was actually looking at her. She continued to call out to the people around her: "Let us pray one last morning, and then contribute our strength to the revival of Sintra!"

The crowd became more and more excited. Many patrolling city guards looked at this side from afar. Not only were their eyes not on guard, but they even showed a hint of approval.

"May the lion lead us! To your safe arms!"

"Use the light! Hold us tight! Protect us!"

“…”

In the background of the extremely passionate prayers, Lan felt a group of eyes focused on him from behind. He knew it was Mossak.

The old druid listened to the prayers in the field and looked at Lann's heroic back, and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

"Lane, I have to say..." Mossak chose his words carefully, "You really surprised me. This is not something that ordinary people can do... I've seen wars all over the continent, but they are the most hopeful and harmonious war refugees I've seen in hundreds of years."

At the same time, Lann saw a young refugee carrying luggage for women and children, and the leading girl was also inviting many children who had just arrived at the resettlement site to enter her temporary shelter.

[Mission - Homeless - Completed]

[Character level increase +1]

This was a task that the city guards had not yet had time to complete, but unexpectedly they were solved first.

The upgrade brought about an improvement in basic attributes. The sudden strengthening of the body caused Lann to take a deep breath and also attracted Mossak's surprised gaze.

In the old druid's perception, the aura of the young man in front of him suddenly rose to a higher level. Although it was only a slight change, it was a definite improvement.

this……

The praying crowd and the stronger Lann, all of these combined made the old druid suddenly think of a possibility.

Pupils constrict suddenly.