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"I resisted the urge of revenge and didn't kill everyone I wanted to kill. Although the taupe owl ruined my face, I restrained myself and didn't kill him..."

Hearing this, the old hermit seemed extremely happy in his ethereal tone:

"I knew you were going to win, Javier. I knew you were going to walk into this tower, I read it, it's all been written down..."

It wasn't until this moment that Shirley suddenly realized and realized a very important problem:

"We're talking, how is this possible... Visogota, don't you..."

"Yes, Ciri, I'm dead. Oh, it doesn't matter, what matters is that I found the answer I've been looking for! I finally know where I went when I disappeared, and what happened to you in the desert , I also know how you disappeared under the eyes of the chasing soldiers..."

"And how did I get here, eh?"

"That's right! The blood of the ancients flows from your body. It gives you strength, allowing you to transcend time and space, dimensions and worlds. Ciri, you are a powerful force, the master of all worlds, don't Let those bastards take that power and abuse it for their own purposes!"

"I will not."

"Farewell, Ciri. Farewell, little Swift."

"Farewell, Visogota. Farewell, old raven..."

When the voice of the old hermit disappeared, Ciri tried her best to gather her mood, passed through the last door, and walked into the dazzling light...

. . .

Slowly opening her eyes, Ciri looked down and found that she was still holding the rein in her hand, and the black mare was still accompanying her.

However, when she raised her head and looked at the scene in front of her, she was very sure that she had come to another place.

A completely strange, but very beautiful place.

The water is rippling, and the shore is submerged among flowers and green grass.

The magic tower is reflected on the green lake, and the breath of spring is coming.

In the last second, she was still in a frosty November, on the slippery ice, having a big battle with her pursuers;

In the next second, she passed through the tower and came to a place full of wild roses and black cherries, like a fairyland.

She felt that in this unknown place, the season at this time should be in May.

The silver-haired girl's face was calm and composed.

Having just experienced the mysterious journey of magic, Ciri will no longer be surprised...

In the ears, there was some kind of flute sound, full of cheerful tunes.

Two snow-white horses were drinking water by the shore of the lake with their heads lowered.The black mare let out a hiss from its nostrils, raised its hooves and knocked on the rock, making a "clang".

In the next second, the two white horses raised their heads, revealing a spiral horn between their eyebrows.

It turned out that it was not a horse, but a unicorn!

An increasingly clear melody came from the grass full of flowers, and the black mare seemed to hear the call, and walked there on its own.

The two unicorns just stared at her quietly, motionless like statues, as if they were not surprised by her appearance.

Behind the extremely green grass, a slightly thin male elf with light-colored hair, deep eyes, sitting on a regular stone.

His slender fingers danced lightly on the hole of the flute, and the brisk minor tune flowed out slowly like a clear spring.

Although he had noticed Ciri and the black mare, he didn't look at them, but continued to play.

The small white flowers sway slightly with the breeze and the melody, exuding a strong floral fragrance, and the taste of black cherries is completely different from any black cherries I have seen before.

This made the girl more certain that she had come to another world.

After a while, the elf ended the melodious tune with a long trill.

Immediately afterwards, he put down the flute in his hand, stood up, and showed a faint smile to the silver-haired girl:

"Jiweier, why are you here now?"

Chapter 573 Walking in the rivers and lakes vest is very important

"It's so cold"

Breathing out a mouthful of hot air, Dandelion on the horse couldn't help tightening his neckline, and continued to curse the damn weather:

"It's only November, why is it so cold?"

"Persist a little longer. After arriving in Toussaint, it won't be so cold." The demon hunter beside him said flatly, patted "Carrot" on the horse's head.

"Damn it, then I'd rather freeze to death here than be sent to the gallows or guillotine in public. I'm not afraid of death, but mainly because I'm afraid that my memoirs haven't been completed yet."

"You've said it countless times," Lu Qi replied casually, "Don't worry, we won't let you go to the gallows. Your memoirs will continue to be written."

It was part of a pilgrimage to Toussaint's Mikweed Forest.

After meeting in the Sansreto Valley, the girl-seeking team continued to head for Toussaint.

However, before we had gone far, the temperature, which was already a bit chilly and windy, took a sharp turn for the worse.

In the words of the witcher, this biting wind reminded him of his winter in Kaer Morhen.

Immediately afterwards, hoarfrost began to float in the sky.

Facing the cold wind, everyone put on thick clothes and fur coats to withstand the abnormal cold.

On the way, the group met a pilgrimage team going to Toussaint, and learned that the Druids lived in the Mikweed Forest in Toussaint.

So, in order to prevent Dandelion from being hanged or having his heart cut off, the girl-seeking team took advantage of the opportunity to join the pilgrims, deliberately bypassing the main road, avoiding the ranger knights wandering on the border of Toussaint, and headed for Mikvader

. . .

The mist of Mikvaid Forest, dense and elusive,

This mysterious mist reminded the demon hunter of Brokilon Forest.

For the purpose of protection and concealment, Dryad Forest is often covered by magical fog, so that outsiders dare not easily enter or explore.

Just when the group thought they would see Druid soon, "Trouble" came to them first.

At the edge of the forest, when camping and resting in an open space, the sound of hurried hooves and armor clashing suddenly resounded.

Immediately afterwards, several knights in full armor, riding war horses, their coats and flags fluttering in the wind, broke through the fog and came straight to the camp.

"Damn it, it's those ranger knights who are idle all day looking for fights"

Cursing in a low voice, the poet immediately turned his head away, trying to hide himself, not forgetting to pray in a low voice that the other party would not come over.

However, several knight-errants with polished armor ignored his prayers and came directly to the pilgrim camp.

As if wanting to confirm whether there were any robbers or villains in the team, several knights rode war horses around the camp, asking various questions, and inspecting everyone's expressions and clothes.

Among them, the girl-seeking team, which is obviously different from the pilgrims, has received the focus of attention without any surprise.

When a knight in silver armor with the bull's head emblem printed on the shield glanced at Lu Qi and the witcher, and fixed on the poet and the lute behind him, the poet could no longer escape

"Viscount Julian?!"

"The Baron de Perrin?"

"You know this man?"

The knight with the bull's head emblem on the shield ignored his companion's inquiry, but just stared closely at Dandelion's handsome face, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"On my honor! My eyes have not deceived me?! You are indeed Viscount Julian himself! Ha! The Duchess will be delighted."

"Who is Viscount Julian?" the witcher asked curiously.

"I am," Dandelion said in a low voice, "don't meddle in this."

Hearing this, Lu Qi at the side, from this short conversation, guessed the general idea.

Obviously, this self-proclaimed "Love Saint" bard is not stupid enough to use his real name to make trouble everywhere.

Sure enough, whether it is now or in the Middle Ages, vests are very important when walking in the rivers and lakes!

Thinking that the other party recognized Dandelion and was going to take him back to Bauclan for execution, the witcher certainly wouldn't let his friend be arrested like this, then have his chest cut open and his still beating heart pulled out.

So he stepped forward and said:

"Sorry, we have some very important matters, and we have to go to the forest to meet the druid. After that, let's think about what we should do on this increasingly interesting day. What do you think, Lord Baron?"

"I swear on my honor, of course you can do what you want." After a pause, the baron on horseback said immediately:

"But, Viscount, you can't. You have to go with us to Beauclair Castle. The Duchess will not forgive us if I don't take you back. I will not stop others, and I will not interfere with their decisions. As Viscount Julian Your companion, Duchess Anarietta, will be waiting for you at the castle, if you dare to underestimate her hospitality."

Hearing the faint threat in the other party's tone, the demon hunter, Lu Qi, and the vampire exchanged glances before Lu Qi took a step forward and said aloud:

"Master Baron, please let us discuss it, shall we?"

"Of course!"

Coming to the side and getting together, Lu Qi looked at the poet and joked:

"Dandrian, judging by their attitudes, the duchess seems to miss you very much. Even her subordinates know her strong feelings. Moreover, the moment they saw you, they didn't draw their swords immediately. Good omen."

"I also wonder, this Baron Perrin is a loyal vassal of the Duchess, he will only obey Anna's order to see how he looks, if I don't go with him, they may really draw their swords, not joking. "The poet frowned, with a bitter look on his face.

"How about this? Anyway, the forest is nearby, and no one dares to make trouble in the druid's territory. Why don't we split up?"

"Alex, what do you mean?" the vampire asked.

"Geralt, Regis and I went to the forest to meet the druids. You will accompany Dandelion to Bauclair. What's more, Milva is still pregnant. It is best to find a place with a pleasant climate. A place where you can rest well."

Hearing this, the female archer was the first to be unhappy: "Hey! I'm not that delicate yet!"

However, the protest was ineffective.

Because witchers and vampires think so too.

As for Angoulin's opinion, it doesn't matter.

After reaching an agreement, the witcher came to the knight, informed the other party of the team's decision, and emphasized meaningfully: "I only hope that our friend, that is, Viscount Julian, and his two female companions, will be in Bauclair. There will be no humiliation or slight."

"I swear on my honor!" The baron suddenly smiled, "I assure you, Viscount Julian and his companions will never be humiliated or neglected. By the way, Viscount, I forgot to tell you, Raymond The Duke died of a stroke two years ago."

Hearing this news, Dandelion's face was broken and his face suddenly brightened:

"You said the duke died of a stroke?! What a happy news ahem, I mean, sad and sad news, may he rest in peace"

"In that case, let us go to Beauclair, gentlemen!"

"Geralt, Alex, Regis, see you in the castle!"

Chapter 574 Tree Monster and Female Sage

Watching the three of Dandelion leave under the escort of the ranger knights, Geralt, Lu Qi and Regis waded across the river and urged their horses into the misty Mikvaide Forest.

The entire forest is full of tall and lush oak trees and bushes as high as stirrups, like a plant kingdom independent of the world.

From the perspective of being close to nature, this kind of place is indeed the druid's favorite living environment.

"I always have a feeling that our meeting with the druid is destined."

"Why do you say that?"

"They used to live in Dor Angra and Cade Du, then migrated to Loch Menden, and finally came to the Mykweed Forest in Toussaint. Along the way, all kinds of clues and news are telling us Guided here. I can think of no other explanation than fate."

"I don't believe in fate." The witcher replied coldly.

"It's one thing not to believe, but another thing to respect."

"Among the druids, are there any friends of yours?" Lu Qi couldn't help asking.

"Not counting, but it can be said to be an acquaintance. I haven't seen her for a long time, so long that I don't know if she is still the same as before"

As soon as the voice fell, the earth suddenly began to tremble!

Immediately afterwards, there was a swishing sound from the bushes, and the branches creaked one after another.

Following the sound, the three of them saw a tall and sturdy figure rushing towards this side from among the dense bushes.

Pulling out the long sword around his waist, Lu Qi who immediately activated [Eagle Eye Vision], saw the appearance of the comer clearly in advance, couldn't help frowning, and reminded:

"A running oak tree? Don't tell me, Geralt, you don't know what it is?"

Obviously, the demon hunter drew a conclusion from Lu Qi's description:

"Oh, hell! That's a tree monster!"

As the ground thumped, the horses under the three of them began to panic, jumping wildly and snorting fiercely.