"Like the warriors like Leven Bright who fought alongside us," Esna gave an example.

It's much easier to understand with an example as a template. Lan thought for a moment and asked with concern: "By the way, how is Levin's injury?"

"He'll be fine, but it'll be a while."

Lan nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. He was planning to train Levin as the next mayor. He would be an important bridge between Brokilon Town and Brokilon Forest in the future.

In addition, there are other exchanges of forest resources and human creations, and both sides exchange what they have. Lan and Esna have basically confirmed their intentions in this regard and plan to let Levin, a local, come back to negotiate.

Ellie, who was listening in on the side, suddenly asked: "If... there is something we want but the other party is unwilling to give it up, how can we get it?"

Lan En asked curiously: "Can you tell me what it is?"

Ellie hesitated for a moment and shook her head: "No."

Lan thought for a moment and replied, "Then maybe... you can try with more money."

The Dryads actually had a lot of stored currency, including copper coins, crowns, and even marks. When they usually shot invaders, some of them would take the coins away like souvenirs, but after learning that they would trade with humans, all of them were collected by Esna.

After discussing these items, there were no other issues. Lane and Esna each signed the revised agreement in duplicate, with each party keeping one copy.

Lann shook hands with Esna solemnly, and Esna also showed a rare smile like the breeze in the forest on her face.

Lann suddenly suggested, "I think we should drink a glass of Brokilon water to celebrate?"

Ellie on the side raised her eyebrows and looked at Esna. When she nodded with a faint smile, she said, "We did bring some drinks for celebration..."

At this moment, Dengka suddenly appeared from the woods. She ran to Esna and reported to the queen in a low voice while glancing at Lann a few times.

Dengka spoke in a very low voice, but Lann's hearing had long surpassed that of ordinary people.

He vaguely heard a few words.

"Trap", "capture", "poacher"...

Aisna nodded, and seeing Lann's deliberate averted gaze, she invited:

"Dunka spotted a human while on patrol. Do you and Gwenblade want to come over and take a look?"

Lann and White Wolf looked at each other, and he saw a trace of solemnity on the other's face.

"With great pleasure."

Dengka's patrol area was not very large, and he didn't even need to ride a horse on the way to the trap.

When everyone arrived, they saw a girl dressed as a hunter hanging on a tree, shaking slightly, as if she had tried her best to break free.

But after all, she stepped on a lasso trap set by the tree spirit, which was constantly improved and used by Brokilon to deal with invaders over the past hundred years. Even though the girl was exhausted at this time, it was obvious that her efforts were in vain.

There was a homemade short bow and several crudely made arrows under the tree where she was hung. It was obvious that she had no power to resist when she fell into the trap.

When she heard the footsteps of the crowd, the hunter seemed to sense her fate. She did not panic or scream, but Geralt could feel that the girl's momentum and feeling had changed.

It was as if the person in front of him was not a girl who had fallen into a trap, but a young female beast.

Seeing everyone coming, Brian came out from the bushes nearby, her arrow was ready to be strung, and she walked to Esna and whispered:

"Poacher."

The appearance of Brian made the girl scream. For such a long time, she had never noticed that there was a tree spirit squatting in the bushes with a bow and arrow pointing at her heart.

Lann looked at the upside-down girl in front of him in the moonlight. She was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender and fit figure. Her clothes, which were made of various linen and animal skins, were tattered. Tiny scars of various sizes caused by stones, branches, and wild animals were faintly visible on her exposed skin.

"Another child." Lan heard the witcher sigh.

Dengka came forward and said to Esna: "Madam, according to tradition..."

Aisna glanced at Lann and said, "According to tradition, young girls who venture into the forest join us. But according to the new protocol, 'some girls' don't have to."

The tree spirits did not move at Esna's signal.

The Dryad Queen gestured invitingly to Lann in the direction of the girl.

Lan drew his sword and stepped forward. The female hunter thought she was going to be executed, and she opened her mouth to bite him like a female leopard, but Lan dodged sideways and slapped her with his backhand, causing her to swing left and right like a pendulum and feel dizzy.

With a flash of the sword, the vines were cut, and Lann grabbed the collar of his captive to prevent her from hitting the ground and breaking her neck.

Lann asked solemnly, "Ma'am, what is your name and where are you from?"

The female hunter was placed on the ground in a daze. She glanced around and realized that the person holding her was a human knight, not a dryad.

She looked up from the reflective metal greaves to the sword, then to the breastplate, and finally to the face, angular and shadowed in the moonlight.

The female hunter couldn't help but stare at it for a few more breaths, then forced herself to use her life-and-death rationality to lower her gaze and see the ferociously roaring lion printed on the breastplate.

Lion? In Brokilon?

The female hunter suddenly recalled some rumors she had heard while poaching in the royal forests of Soden and Cintra, and also some rumors she had occasionally heard in the nearby towns in recent days.

"My Lord," the female hunter stammered, "I am a hunter from Brokilon Town. My name is Mirva Baringer. Help, help!"

Lann raised his eyebrows, surprised by the girl's answer. At the same time, he heard Geralt let out a long sigh behind him.

So the Lord patted his head to control his expression, turned around and said to Ms. Esna:

"Ms. Esna..."

Before he could continue, Aisna took the initiative to speak: "Since she is a subject of the Earl, and this area is also the activity area we have allocated to the subjects, then the Earl can take her away."

"That was an agreement sworn in the name of the oak tree. It took effect the moment I signed it. This was the choice made by the girl's fate."

Lann could see in the Dryad Queen's eyes that she knew she knew the truth, and she certainly knew she knew she knew she knew the truth.

The favors done in this situation seemed to be an expression of the goodwill of the tree spirits.

Lann felt relieved and thanked the Dryad Queen.

"Then comfort your people, Lannister. Then I have something personal to discuss with you."