Aisna chuckled, very satisfied with today's results.

She raised her glass high, clinked it with Lann's in a ceremonial manner, then tilted her slender neck back and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine of the tree spirit is indeed unique. In addition to the sweetness of alcohol and fruit wood, there is also an indescribable fragrance that is refreshing. Lan En plans to put this on the trade list later.

Lan smacked his lips and suddenly said, "It's just... Ms. Esna, do you know that I am only fifteen years old this year? Due to personal considerations, the specific implementation time of this plan of 'introducing the ancient blood into the tree spirit' may have to be slightly delayed."

After these words were spoken, Aisna's facial expression became out of control.

Not to mention the other three tree spirits, they all stared at Lann's tall and mighty figure, which was no less than Geralt's, with their eyes almost popping out of their mouths, and scenes of Lann fighting bravely emerged in their minds at the same time.

There was no way I could reconcile the person in front of me with the fifteen-year-old.

"Ah, this is really... Is this also the effect of the ancient blood? It is really unprecedented and wonderful."

Esna rubbed her head with a headache and looked at Lan's empty wine glass in confusion:

"Never mind, it should be over soon."

Huh? It's going to end soon? What do you mean?

Lan found what the Dryad Queen said incomprehensible and was puzzled when he suddenly felt dizzy. The refreshing aroma of wine rushed into his brain and enveloped his entire consciousness. In an instant, it seemed as if countless colorful stars were twinkling in front of his eyes.

...what...situation?

Lann fell heavily to the ground, and the empty wine glass rolled from his hand onto the grass. A thin layer of wine at the bottom seeped into the soil.

"Really... Isn't this a waste of wine..."

Lann's chaotic mind was thinking wildly. In front of his sight, Geralt seemed to have heard the movement and rushed over here. Esna turned around and greeted him. The two people in the distance seemed to be talking about something, and the two walked farther and farther away.

Then he felt his body lighten, as if it were freed from the heavy armor.

Finally he lost all consciousness.

…

"Is he really only fifteen? Isn't he too..."

"Hurry up."

"Okay, it should be over soon."

…

for a long time.

"Not well yet?"

"Um……"

…

And a long time passed.

"Not well yet?"

"Um... can you help me..."

…

A little longer.

"Didn't you say it would be over soon?"

"Maybe... it's because of the effect of the ancient blood..."

…

In general, for the sake of the future peace and development of both territories and their respective people, the representatives of the Brokilon tree elves had a cordial and friendly conversation with the lord of Brokilon town.

The two sides respected each other, had frank conversations, fully exchanged views and enhanced mutual understanding. At the same time, both sides reserved the right to make further responses to differences.

From the perspective of the overall situation, this meeting was beneficial. Congratulations, congratulations.

The next day, early morning.

The ancient and deep Brokilon Forest looked solemn, dignified and magnificent under the azure sky. The sunlight shone through the lush treetops and fell on the eyelids of the sleeping people.

Lann woke up slowly, feeling only pain in his waist and back, as if he had fought a bloody battle with several enemies with his bare hands for three days and three nights.

He looked away, and saw the armor neatly placed aside. He was only wearing the inner lining, and only half of it, with his muscular upper body exposed. Fortunately, there was soft grass under him, and a layer of clean leaves was specially placed under him.

On his left hand was a cloth bag embroidered with leaves and vines. He opened it and saw that it was full of crowns.

Lann's chaotic mind began to rewind, recalling the conversation he had with the tree spirits before signing the agreement.

[“If… there is something we want but the other party is unwilling to give it up, how can we get it?”

"Can you tell me what it is?"

"no."

"Then maybe... you can try with more money."】

Lann kicked the bag away with all his might and yelled angrily, "Did I teach you to add money so that you can use it in places like this?"

"How can this be! This is simply too much!"

"Do I need this little money? At least give me a few jugs of Brokilon Water!"

"One day I will teach you what it means to be a Lannister and pay your debts!"

The young earl's angry voice echoed through the woods, startling a large number of morning birds.

Hearing the noise here, Geralt and Maria Balin came over from the jungle not far away.

The demon hunter who was rumored to be emotionless now had a playful expression. After looking Lan up and down, he turned around and picked up the cloth bag that was kicked away by the earl whose self-esteem was frustrated, and began to count the coins inside with a skilled technique.

Maria Barin lowered her head, but her eyes were shining where no one else could see, and from time to time she looked up and glanced at Lan with her shining eyes.

"Congratulations, Lord Lannister. You have also become one of the 'few humans'. And you are one of the few among the few - and you even have money to take." Geralt tightened the bag and said, "There are a full five hundred crowns in it."

The demon hunter sighed: "I don't know how many monsters I have to kill to save so much money. After all, there are fewer and fewer monsters now, and it is becoming more and more difficult to get work."

"I'll give it all to you! Consider it your reward for your future missions!"

The demon hunter refused with a serious face: "I can't accept this kind of money. The new armor and warhorse are enough to pay me. We have principles."

Maria Barin trotted over, picked up the lining on the ground and put it on Lan.

“What are you doing!”

Hearing Lann's question, Maria Barin, a female hunter who had been wandering on the edge of the forest and human society for many years, raised her lining with her hands that had never served anyone before and said, "I, I will put on the armor for you, my lord."

Lann's face darkened: "Will you?"

The female hunter lowered her head, but her eyes were shining: "I can learn!"

Lan stared at her and suddenly said, "I don't care who you were or what you did before. Many people have no choice in their lives in this era. Not everyone deserves a second chance, and you have this opportunity, so you must cherish it.

Now that you have become my subject, say goodbye to the past and change your name. From now on, you will be called "Milva" after the red kite. My expectations of you are far more than just a maid, understand?"

Milva raised her head. "As you command, my Lord. Are you still wearing armor?"

Lann gritted his teeth. It was impossible for one person to wear the plate armor of this era.

"wear!"

The White Wolf's mouth suddenly twitched, as if he was laughing. After watching for a while, he threw the purse to Lan.

"Geralt, take this away from me!"

"We only take the money we are supposed to take. We have principles, Lan."

“Take it!”