Esna still didn't understand what went wrong. For hundreds of years, no race other than the tree elves had no reaction after drinking the water of Brokilon.

Could this really be the guidance of fate?

Brochilon, tell your daughter, what do you want to convey?

"Ms. Esna..." Brian was stunned by the situation. She seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Esna.

"As you wish, son of the ancient bloodline." Esna's tone was cold and stiff. "You can go home now."

Brian sighed heavily.

"Let me be quiet for a while." Aisna turned around and faced away from the others. "You guys can leave first."

Brian wanted to go to Lahiri, but Lan avoided her hand. If Ciri's transformation failed, then Brokiron would have no intentions towards them. But Lan wanted a lot from Brokiron.

And in order to get what he wants, he needs a little bit of guidance.

Lann held Ciri in one hand and sincerely thanked the Dryad Queen: "Thank you, Ms. Esna."

First, the witcher expressed his gratitude to the Dryad Queen, and then the young earl expressed his gratitude again. This seemed to turn on a switch, causing Esna to slowly turn around.

"Why thank me? Gwynblade, Lann of Cintra, what are you thanking me for? What are you thinking about?"

The words of the Dryad Queen were no longer calm, but full of resentment. Feeling her emotions, Geralt seemed to have turned on a switch.

The demon hunter took a step forward. He had been feeling very depressed for the past two days. At this moment, his face no longer had the usual indifference of the Wolf School;

"For fate." Geralt said jokingly, "For your decision. This is not the Water of Brokilon, right? Fate wants Ciri to go home, and the one who plays fate is you. Esna, you know the current situation of the dryads, and you are not as hostile to humans as you show. I know, I understand you."

"The tree spirits need a chance to survive, and you hold their fate in your hands, Esna. Whether you like it or not, humans' control over the world is a fact. Only by integrating with them can the race continue, otherwise it will die. After all, we are so similar, and humans can have offspring with you.

What good have you gained from the war? Men who could have been the fathers of your children have been killed one after another by your arrows. How many kidnapped girls have received an education?

The witcher said sincerely that he had a lot of sincere feelings for the Dryad race, which was why he accepted the offer from another kingdom to negotiate a peace agreement with the Dryad. For the Wolf School witcher, who was strictly forbidden from participating in politics, he even broke the rules.

"I know the tricks of the human king," said Esna. "You are not the first person King Wenslav has sent to negotiate peace, Gwenblade. The human wants cedar, oak, and white walnut trees, as well as mahogany, birch, yew for bows, and pine for planks, as well as gold, copper, and iron mines under the land. In exchange, he will give us an enclave, a small piece of primeval forest.

Do you really think I would accept that, Gwynblade? After my daughter had her head crushed by a knight from Brugh. Have you forgotten about Maureen now?"

Hearing this, the demon hunter finally retreated step by step, with a very disappointed expression on his face, and stopped talking. To him, Morien seemed to be a very important name, and it was because of this name that he formed a relationship with the tree spirits.

Wonderful! Lann shouted in his heart.

He remained silent in order to allow the witcher to debate with the Dryad Queen first. This was too important for what he was going to say next.

Relying on his deep connection and emotions with the Dryads, the Demon Hunter exposed what was in the mind of the Dryad Queen, as well as the Queen's bottom line towards humans and the softest spot in her heart.

With an almost brutal attitude, he tore apart the diplomatic shell that the Dryad Queen used to deal with humans.

This step is very important. When many diplomatic teams debate, they spend the first ten days doing almost all this. You attack me, I attack you, and you test each other. Isn't it just to feel the bottom line of the opponent? All the serious matters are left to the last day. The key is to pull each other.

As for how to do this? It's very simple. The demon hunter demonstrated how to break her defense, silence her, and finally reduce her health.

As an outsider, Lann could not achieve these through simple negotiations. Whenever he negotiated an agreement with the queen, he would only get a cold rejection or a cold arrow. He could not arouse any emotional fluctuations. How could he lead the team to such a situation?

However, since the Demon Hunter's defense was also broken by the opponent, the final step of "reducing blood" could not be completed.

In the BOSS scene of Brokilon, the witcher Geralt leads the charge, and now it is time for Lord Lannister to come out and reap the rewards.

Lann stood up and said, "Ms. Esna, I am here for this purpose as well, for the future of the tree spirits and for our future. Fate is guiding me."

It seemed that Esna was badly beaten by the demon hunter, and she was still breathing heavily in anger. Hearing Lann's words, she said with a mocking look on her face:

"Is fate guiding you? Cintra is no better, and you are one of their cunning ones, Lannister. Does your fate tell you to leave my sister hostage outside the forest?"

Lann shook his head and said, "You have a misunderstanding about Cintra, but in fact, I am not here today on behalf of Cintra. I am here to see you as a lord for my people, so I don't have any deep, hidden but greedy reasons. I care about my people just like you care about your daughters. Brokilon is very big, and we all need to plan for their future."

"What high-sounding words! Since you are not representing Cintra, who gave you the courage to speak so arrogantly in front of me? I have changed my mind: the son of the ancient bloodline can be brought back to Cintra by the witcher.

And you, Lannister, will remain at Durn Canar forever. You can understand that this is for the future of your people. This is your destiny!"

Queen Esna's words were cold, and she was already furious, which she now vented on Lann. The witcher and Ciri's faces changed drastically when they heard this, wondering how things had developed to this point.

"Ms. Aisna, you served fate, but now you want to play your own fate?"

Esna showed a mocking look on her face: "Are you scared? Lannister? It seems that you are no different from the humans out there. You appear to be righteous on the surface, but in reality you are hypocritical."

"I have always said that it was fate that led me here, Ms. Esna. No one can decide fate, not you, not me. It seems that fate has split into two paths in front of us. My fate leads me to my path, and you also have your interpretation of fate."

Lan pointed to the silver cup, which still had three-quarters of Brokilon Water left, and said something that puzzled Ciri, made Esna tease him, and made the witcher's face change drastically:

"Then let me drink the water of Brokilon and let fate decide!"

"As you wish, Lannister." Esna took another wooden cup and poured some from the silver cup. "You are not worthy to use Craig Ann's chalice."

"The Sword of Fate has two blades, Lady Esna, and I am one of them."

Lan took the cup and drank it all.