The moment I received the cup, the system prompt sounded again.

[Discover the source of magic power, absorb it to gain skill points. ]

Lan used all his strength to restrain himself from laughing out loud. There was nothing more to say. This was the moment he had been waiting for.

The warm magic power flowed into his magic-drained body, and the cat-head emblem on his chest became increasingly restless.

[Absorb the source of magic power, skill point +1]

As the magic power was absorbed by Lann, the Brokilon water in the cup lost its original color in an instant and turned into an ordinary cup of water.

Very good, Lann thought. Very good, the Water of Brokilon. If it is according to the original book, the dryads have a whole "spring" of Brokilon Water. When the White Wolf was seriously injured and sent here later, they even soaked the White Wolf in it to heal his wounds, which shows how many there are.

This is a huge amount of skill points, although it is not something Lann can obtain now. But he has set his sights on it, and there will always be a chance for him to obtain these Brokilon Waters.

While Lan was pondering this, the other people in the room had different reactions.

The demon hunter heard Lann say, "The Sword of Fate has two blades, Lady Esna."

"Wait, kid, don't!"

Geralt strode forward and knocked over the cup. At first, Ciri drank the water in the cup and was fine, which made him think that Esna had replaced the water in the cup to save Ciri from the conversion.

But it seems that this is not the case now. If it was just ordinary water, why would Esna let Lann drink it? In her rage, Esna really wanted to kill someone.

The cup is definitely authentic Brokilon Water! Geralt doesn't know what the water is made of, maybe it's really magical, or maybe it's some weird toxin or hallucinogen. The point is that women who drink it will be transformed into tree spirits, and men will be killed, 100%!

After knocking over the cup, the witcher glared at Queen Esna, then quickly turned to look at Lann, and saw him swallowing in his throat with a firm and confident look in his eyes.

Finished.

The witcher closed his eyes. Another child died because of the tree spirit, and it was the rising star count of Cintra. The century-old conflict between humans and tree spirits deepened again.

The witcher walked towards Ciri, wanting to take the girl away from here so that she wouldn't see the terrible scene. But then he suddenly felt something was wrong - the girl didn't cry.

Turning around, the young knight was still standing there intact, without pain, or death.

Esna ignored the demon hunter's rude behavior, and her anger seemed to have dissipated all at once. She just picked up the silver cup and took a sip with an expressionless face, looking at the silver cup, then at Lan, and then at Ciri.

Finally she looked at the witcher.

"Uh... Ms. Esna?" The witcher racked his brains for words, feeling that he had seen too many unexpected things today.

He may not really understand the Dryad Queen. The Queen let Ciri go, and also let Lann who offended her go. Maybe the method was a little awkward, but the result was good.

The demon hunter said tentatively, "Thank you, Ms. Esna."

The Dryad Queen ignored what he said.

"There's still a little left, Geralt." Esna held out her hand. "Do you dare to drink it?"

Geralt was stunned, not knowing what the other party meant.

"You know too little about fate." The dryad said bitterly, "Too little, witcher. Really too little. You don't understand the overall situation at all. You thank me? Do you think this is just a show? Show me your evidence and prove to me that human logic controls the world and your theory is the truth. This is the water of Brokilon, and there is still a little left. Conqueror of the world, do you dare to drink it?"

The dryad, whose expression had been dull since Lann drank the water of Brokilon, spoke in a plaintive tone. Her words unnerved Geralt, but he hesitated only for a moment.

Even if it was real Brokilon Water, it would not have any effect on him. Witchers are completely resistant to the hallucinogenic elements in water. And how could it be Brokilon Water? Ciri drank it, Lan drank it, and nothing happened. He took the chalice with both hands and looked into the eyes of the dryad.

Without warning, the ground began to shake beneath his feet, as if the whole world was pressing down on his back. The huge oak tree began to spin and tremble. Geralt groped around with numb hands and managed to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy as marble coffin lids. Esna's eyes shone like mercury, and the others' eyes were emerald green. The badge around his neck hummed and vibrated.

As everyone watched, Geralt drank the Water of Brokilon.

Geralt fell down amid Ciri's screams.

The Dryad Queen watched all this expressionlessly. She picked up the silver cup from the ground. After hearing Ciri's scream, she pointed at Geralt and explained:

"The demon hunter is resistant to magic, he won't die."

After saying this, Esna sat down exhaustedly. Everything that happened today was too fantastic for her. She seemed to understand it, but she couldn't fully understand it.

"Take him with you, and leave at once. Brian will show you the way. As for the rest, we can wait until my sister comes back."

Brian, who had been in a state of amazement today, brought the three of them back to the cabin, and the dryad felt as if his world was shaken.

"Pack up, I'll prepare a wooden stand for you so that you can carry Gwenblade." After hesitating for a while, she said, "Mona."

"What?"

"When Gwenblade wakes up, tell him that my former name was Mona."

Lann looked at the honey-haired tree spirit and whispered, "No problem, Ms. Mona."

The dryad shook his head. "I am not a lady, nor am I Mona anymore. I just wanted him to know that. You can call me Brian."

Back in the cabin, Ciri told Freixenet the good news that she could leave, but the Baron did not show any joy on his face. Instead, he had a strange expression on his face, as if he didn't know whether he should smile or not.

He stroked his throat, probably because he was fed something when Lan and the others left.

"I may not be able to leave for a while."

Ciri looked at the Baron who was wrapped in leaves and said regretfully: "Oh, I'm sorry you were so badly injured. But it doesn't matter, we will come to pick you up when you recover."

Ciri was very understanding, but she didn't fully understand what the Baron meant.

"That's not what I meant." The Baron looked at Ciri, as if he didn't know what to say.

Lann understood and stepped forward to gently cover Xili's ears. This action made the little girl very unhappy, and she kept twisting and struggling.

Lann said: "Let me guess, the tree elves need you to stay and give birth to a few little tree elves for them?"