From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the study, and Mossack appeared in the study driving the portal.

"I found Triss, Lan, your dream was right." Mossack sighed, "I found her in her secret laboratory, I didn't expect that she would... so."

He would think of the girl he saw in the laboratory. If Lane hadn't given Mossak a psychological preparation in advance, the old druid wouldn't even recognize that she was his former friend.

"I brought her to Dun Canal for healing. Do you want to go and see? If you want her to join us in the future, now is the best time for you to meet her."

Lan looked at the portal in mid-air, and swallowed with a pale face: "I don't care... The main thing is that Ciri is there, after all, she needs to learn magic from the warlock..."

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The center of Brokilon Forest, Doon Kanal, the word means "land of the oak trees" in Old Speech.

Triss felt that the burning sensation of the flames still remained on her skin, and she even felt that the flames on her body had not been extinguished, although she understood that this was just an illusion.

Accompanied by a faint burning sensation, a stream of cool and gentle water washed over Triss's body at the same time, the intertwining of hot and cold made her feel unbearably painful and itchy at the same time.

She heard what seemed to be women's conversations around her, adults and children.

Immediately afterwards, there were magical fluctuations in the air, and Triss felt that the water soaking her suddenly clung to her wound as if it had its own consciousness.

"Don't use potions..." Triss screamed in despair, "I'm allergic to potions..."

"Are you awake?" A soft voice sounded in my ears, the voice was like the leaves blown by the summer wind, calming the mind:

"Don't worry, the fourteenth person of Soden Mountain, the water of Brokiron is not just magic, it also has a gift from nature, which is the effect of herbal medicine."

The sound is soothing.

"Aigress, will she be okay?" Triss heard a little girl's voice again.

"Yes, little princess."

Triss noticed the words the two men used. Water of Brokiron? Is this Brokilon Forest? The two next to me are dryads, but what does the little princess mean, the queen of dryads has a child again?

Triss tried her best to open her eyes to look around, but she couldn't gather any strength.

Ciri looked at the sorceress who was soaking in the spring water with pity, then lowered her head and left in a hurry.

Outside, Lan, who had just arrived in the Oakland, was retching while leaning on the tree, and Mossak stroked his back with a smile on his face.

"Lan, do you want to go in and see her? The seriously injured sorceress."

Lane wiped his mouth and nodded.

"But she doesn't have any clothes on." Ciri wrinkled her lovely nose, "Although she was burnt very badly, she didn't have any clothes on."

"And Agnes is similar. Why are dryads like this? Lane, can you go in blindfolded?"

Mossak took a step back with a kind smile, stroking his beard while watching the conversation between two lions, one big and one small.

Lan embraced Ciri in his arms, touched his waist-high little head: "Triss, does she look bad?"

Ciri nodded: "It sucks, I hope she gets better soon."

"With the blessing of our kind little princess, she will definitely recover soon."

Ciri suddenly slapped Lan's hand off, took two steps back and said angrily, "Stop treating me like a child, especially you!"

She stared at Lan En, who was still smiling, and flattened her mouth: "She is not wearing clothes now... Lan En, is she really important, for the future, for Sintra, and for us?"

Lane nodded: "It's very important, you also have to have a good relationship with her, she will be one of your magic teachers in the future. Believe me, you will like her in the future."

Hearing Lane's explanation, Ciri pouted even higher.

But she still said: "well, you go in. She definitely needs comfort now."

After finishing speaking, Ciri suddenly stepped forward and pushed Lan En hard. The lion-eyed demon hunter took two steps back in a cooperative manner, otherwise, with his steady footing, Shirley might have been thrown to the ground by the reaction force.

Mossak finally couldn't hold back his laughter this time.

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In Brokiron Spring, Triss finally gathered a little strength and opened her eyes. Her eyes, which had not received light for a long time, were stung by the sunlight projected through the leaves for a moment.

After it took her a long time to adjust to the brightness around her, she suddenly heard the sound of iron boots trampling in her ears.

That was the sound of combat boots and greaves. This sound terrified Triss, who had just retreated from the battlefield not long ago. She turned her eyes with all her strength, and saw the figure of a man.

Blonde hair shining like the sun, cheeks like a statue, eyes majestic and breathtaking like a lion.

For some reason, the fear that Triss had raised from the bottom of her heart suddenly disappeared.

"Lan?" Triss's voice was a little puzzled. She had heard rumors about the death of the person in front of her in the north. "So that's it... am I dead?"

Lan looked at the sorceress with large burns all over her skin in front of her eyes, with pity in her eyes: "I'm not dead, Triss. Neither are you, and you won't die either."

"But I heard rumors..."

Lan sat down cross-legged by the pool, scooped up a splash of water and gently poured it on Triss's wound.

【Discover the source of magic power】

He glanced at the dryad doctor Agnes who was busy on the side, and Esna who knew she must be watching silently, and gave up the tempting idea of ​​​​absorbing all the water in the pool of Brokiron .

Compared with a few skill points, this strange means of healing is more strategic for Lann.

Of course, if one day Lann is strong enough, and the dryads are no longer useful to Lann, or even fall out, then the water of Brokiron will not be able to escape from his palm.

This is a matter for the future, and at this time he will communicate more with Triss: "You have heard my rumors, and I have heard your rumors: Fourteen warlocks died on Soden Mountain, and you are one of them." one."

"Mount Soden..." Triss's expression suddenly became confused, and then painful memories flooded up, and her body that should have been weak even began to struggle slowly.

"I was shot by an arrow...then there was flames setting my skirt on fire, then a soldier's dagger...Lan, I screamed in the lab for days and no one saw me... "

"I found you, Triss, I found you. Now you are saved." Ran reached into the spring water and held Triss's hand.

Trissy's soft palm grasped the hard touch, and her struggling body gradually calmed down.

"I have also screamed in despair and no one answered, and I have struggled day after day in pain. Now I am over it, and you are the same, Triss. What doesn't kill us will only make us worse powerful."

Lann controlled his voice to be as low as possible, and even suppressed a little bubbly sound. According to Shirley's description, she particularly likes this voice, and once hoped that she could use this voice to listen to bedtime stories.

If it wasn't for the female sorceress who didn't want to eat the Axi sign, he would have already pinched it in his hand now.

Fortunately, Triss' emotions finally calmed down gradually, and she was finally exhausted. Her consciousness also became hazy, and she muttered unintentionally: "You have also experienced it, you understand me..."

In the murmur, Lan just held Triss's hand like this, while using the other hand to hold the Brokilong Spring to water Triss's body one after another.

A few minutes later, it seemed that reason suddenly returned, and Triss's eyes suddenly became clear: "Lan, I need you to do me a favor."

"I need to contact other warlocks to pass on the news that I am still alive. At the same time, I also need their magic to speed up the healing of my body and restore my appearance..."

Lan nodded and agreed: "It's nothing, I'll call Mossak in, he has a magic device to contact your warlock, just tell him."

"No, don't let him in." Triss's voice suddenly dropped, "I don't want others to see me now..."

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Geralt has recently become very close to the artisans of Brokilon.

Although the plan is to bring Ciri back to Kaer Morhen, the difference from the original book is that Ciri is not fleeing at this time, but is going to seek refuge, or "study".

Therefore, Lannister's retainers naturally would not allow Ciri to go to Kaer Morhen empty-handed and light, and they had to prepare some other luggage.

In the beginning, Ens prepared casual clothes, dresses, and skirts for various occasions, but Geralt rejected them all with a deadpan face.

Then the old housekeeper asked craftsmen in Brokilong Town to make training protective gear for Ciri. Considering the little girl's physical development, the craftsman planned to tailor a complete set, which could be replaced every once in a while.

This time Geralt didn't object, and even enthusiastically wanted to get a few more sets back. Don't look at the wolf faction living in the big castle, but they can't even get the money to repair the roof.

In the evening, when Geralt returned to the lord's mansion where he was temporarily staying, he saw Lan explaining something to Ins, and it sounded like he wanted to arrange a room.

"What's the matter, are there any new guests?"

Lan noticed what the white wolf said and sighed.

Poor Geralt, not knowing what he was about to face.

"Sit." Lann led the white wolf back to his study, and gestured with his hand in an indescribably polite tone.

Only he himself knew that he was holding back his laughter at the moment.

"Geralt, I will tell you one thing next, you must not be afraid."

Lan En's expression was indescribably serious. So Geralt looked at those glowing lion eyes, and his expression became solemn.