Several dryads went deep into the woods and stopped at a place where they could be seen from afar. The witcher estimated the distance and nodded to Lann.

"I am the Earl of Lannister of Cintra. Since you said you are my subject, you are my property. Do you understand?"

"Now tell me, what is your name? And who are you from?"

The female hunter, curled up on the ground, glanced in the direction of the tree spirits, her whole body trembled, and she nodded hurriedly.

Judging from what she had just heard, if it were not for the Earl's kindness, she would have certainly fallen victim to the deadly attacks of the tree spirits.

She knelt down and said, "You saved me, and from now on you are my lord. I am Maria Barin of Soden."

Lan nodded, asked Geralt to look after the new subject for a while, and walked towards Esna and the others.

Behind him, the voices of Geralt and the girl talking could be heard.

"Kid, you shouldn't come to the dryad's territory to poach. How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen... I've always lived like this, since I was a kid."

As he walked, several words inexplicably began to arrange themselves in Lan's mind: Brokilon, dryad, sixteen years old, trap, poacher, Soden, Maria Barin.

It feels like déjà vu.

Lane frowned: Maria Baringer...Milva Baringer...Milva...Milva?

A name flashed in his mind: "Red Kite" Milva!

Lann turned around and walked back, startling the two people who were talking.

"Tell me why you are here and how you started poaching, now!"

Maria Barin stammered as she began to recount her experience:

She was born into a forest ranger family in Soden and learned hunting skills from her father. After her father's death, she wandered around the north to hunt for a living. She had made gains in many royal hunting grounds and forbidden forests. She had been discovered by guards, but she managed to escape every time except this time.

The scrutiny the girl described was almost exactly the same as what Lann had seen in the original book in his previous life. If they matched, it must be her.

Lan looked at the girl with a determined gaze, as if he saw her future.

It was supposed to be tonight, after the sixteen-year-old girl was caught in the dryad's lasso trap, she was supposed to hang in the cold night for a night, then be discovered by the dryads and put down by Lady Esna herself, who accepted her and retained her human identity, giving her the name "Milva" - which means "Red Kite" in ancient elven language.

In the future, Milva will join Geralt's team to find Ciri after Geralt loses her again, and will die as a result.

Lan knew even more how amazing this girl actually was.

Milva has two major achievements.

One is to pass intelligence to the tree spirits and complete infiltration work as a human. As a spy, he thwarted four human expeditions against Brokilon.

Second, in the final battle to save Ciri, in order to cover his teammates, he used his life to suppress all the archers of the entire opposing mercenary group, almost creating a vacuum zone for long-range attacks.

This is a top talent in many fields. To express Milva's combat power in a more intuitive numerical way: in the Gwent card game designed based on the characters in the "The Witcher" series, Milva's attack power is "10".

And in the Scoia'tael Gwent camp, there are two legendary gold cards of Milva.

Gold cards, two.

Looking at Maria Barin, who was looking anxious with her head down, Lan couldn't help but sigh.

I haven't had time to play cards for so long since I traveled through time, but I didn't expect that I would be the first to collect the real people of the gold card.

With the sudden arrival of a great general, Lann's good mood, which had originally been due to the signing of the peace agreement, became even happier. He walked towards the tree elves with joyful steps and saw that they were also whispering about something.

Ellie, Dunka and Brian seemed to have serious expressions.

"Ms. Esna, I have finished my business here. I heard that you have any personal matters you want to discuss with me?"

The Dryad Queen nodded.

Ellie took out a water bag, and Dunka and Brian each took out a silver cup to hold water.

Lann's eyes suddenly lit up and he was quite expectant, thinking it was the Water of Brokilon.

Unfortunately, the Cat Faction badge on his chest did not light up, and the system did not respond with a corresponding prompt when he took the silver cup.

Seeing the change in Lann's expression, Esna covered her mouth and chuckled: "This is just a celebratory wine to celebrate the signing of our contract. You seem to be looking forward to the Water of Brokilon.

When you were in Duan Canar, after you drank the water of Brokilon, there seemed to be a fleeting fluctuation of magic in your body, but you did not seem to be of magical origin. "

Esna's eyes were playful. "So, I guess the water of Brokilon has benefits for your body that we don't know about. Is that right, son of the ancient bloodline?"

Lan's heart skipped a beat, but he glanced at the three tree elves and they seemed to have no intention of attacking.

And Esna didn't seem to show any anger after her secret was exposed, which made Lann feel a little relieved.

Lann smiled awkwardly and said, "Fate is always wonderful. I didn't know that my bloodline would have such magical power. Perhaps this is why fate led me to Brokilon."

Esna walked to the side and gently stroked the drooping branches, like a mother caressing a spoiled child.

She said: "Yes, fate is always wonderful. My daughter once hoped to have a child with Gwenblade, but unfortunately the demon hunter could not bring him anything. And many years later, he brought us the son of the ancient bloodline.

I thought Princess Cirilla was the person I had been waiting for, the one who would break the dryads’ predicament. But it turned out that she was not. ”

The branches swayed slightly as if by spirit under Esna's touch, rustling in the breeze.

The Dryad Queen looked at Lann whose expression changed, and said in a tone that was almost like singing: "The Sword of Fate has two blades, and you are one of them. It turns out that you are the son of the ancient bloodline we are looking for, Lann Lannister Rhaanron."

"I originally planned to include this in the terms of the peace treaty. But for you human nobles, this doesn't seem very decent? So I decided to negotiate with you in the form of a private request:

I hope to have the Old Blood join the Dryads, Lann."

The Dryad Queen's tone was indescribably gentle, a tone she had never used before when speaking to humans.

Lann, who was listening to all this, almost lost control of his expression, and a guess slowly grew in his mind.

"Uh... the Water of Brokilon has no effect on me, and if I remember correctly, the Dryads don't have any other types of transformation magic, so if I understand correctly..."

Aisna said gently: "The Dryads have more than one way to increase their population, you know."

Lan wanted to say something but stopped, and kept thinking over and over again.

"In principle, I have no problem with that."

This is a necessary sacrifice for the peace and friendship of Brokilon Town and Brokilon Forest!