Chapter 313: 312 Dunkanal

Chapter 313: 312 Dunkanal

Chapter 313 312. Duane Canal

Its not far from the city of the dryadsDun Canal.

The next day, a group of them came to the forest of giant trees. Blaine knelt down in front of the forest and buried his forehead in the lichen.

The three demon hunters involuntarily looked up the thick tree trunk, until their necks were raised to the extreme angle, and they still could not see the depth of the tree crown clearly.

The age of the trees here alone is enough to awe the intelligent creatures, even the immortals like elves.

Hiri's reaction was simple. She just sighed in envy. It seemed a pity that there was no such magnificent tree in her royal garden.

Lann recognized that most of these sturdy and majestic trees were oak trees, as well as yew trees, white walnut trees, etc.

The diameter is basically ten meters. Just the thick and winding tree roots gathered together and transformed into a tree trunk are already two heads taller than Lan En, the tallest among them.

They moved forward quickly because there were no annoying vines or shrubs on the ground between the giant trees, and those plants had no resources to survive under the giant trees.

There is only a thick layer of rotten leaves among the huge gaps between trees.

Although he walked briskly, no one spoke much. Even Xili, who couldn't take any time off and smiled evilly from time to time after being safe, remained silent and lowered her head.

Because they looked small and insignificant among these giant trees.

Lan En was glad that there was no one with macrophobia in their group, otherwise the journey of several hours would have been very difficult.

Xili's cold is getting worse, which is manifested in the fact that her sniffing frequency and intensity are getting heavier and heavier, but there is still mucus coming out of her nose, which makes her take out a handkerchief to wipe it clean many times.

Geralt was the first to be unbearable as the 'horse' carrying the princess on his back. He taught Ciri how to blow her nose with her fingers, and Ciri seemed very happy.

She ran towards Lan En with a smile and sparkling green eyes. The young man knew at a glance that this kid wanted to perform live in front of him. Maybe even deliberately flicking snot onto his boots.

So he smiled and waited for Ciri to run over, but behind his back, his hands were ready to make his head collapse.

But unexpectedly, after the little girl ran halfway, she looked at Lan En's smiling expression, and her smile suddenly faded and her face turned red.

Then he turned sharply and returned to Geralt's back.

After Geralt put the princess on his back again, for some reason, his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the silver-haired young man. With a bit of danger.

Lan En didn't know anything about this, but he was a little regretful that he didn't fight this crazy guy.

Bryan, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and turned around to speak to the three demon hunters.

"Witchers." She said as she took out a few pieces of cloth from her body, which were originally the hemostatic straps she had prepared.

The old witcher muttered briskly.

Now Lan Enneng was sure that muttering to himself was indeed an occupational disease among witchers.

The dryads do not have as cumbersome etiquette as human palaces. Before meeting the king, they have to bathe, shave, and put on tight clothes. They must wait until the king summons them to go in and salute, and then wait in line to speak.

At Duan Canal, Aisna said that she could meet, which meant that she could meet immediately.

After receiving a positive reply, Brian led the group of people directly to the door of a large building.

Come in, witchers, you can see Lady Esna. Vfill, poor little thing.

"What?"

Hiri turned her head towards Vesemir in confusion. She already knew who was the most knowledgeable among the three. And her relationship with the old witcher progressed rapidly.

"It means goodbye, Ciri. She's saying goodbye."

Ah! Goodbye, Blaine.

They walked in. When Geralt and Vesemir entered, there was nothing there, but when Ciri entered the room, a man's voice was so violent that it was almost crazy and suddenly yelled out.

Little rascal! So youre here! Ive caught you! Good luck to you, I cant get out of bed now, or Ill make your **** explode!

Hiri pouted.

"You want to spank me?" She wrinkled her nose funny, "I am a lady. You cannot spank a lady! This is wrong."

Lan followed Ciri into the house. He was sure that the guy in front of him, who was sitting on the bed with a bandage on his shoulder and bleeding, didn't really want to do anything to Ciri.

That tone was more like educating a child who was disobedient and ran around.

"Sir, before you educate this 'lady'." Referring to Ciri as a 'lady' really made Lan En's tongue stuck.

The little girl smiled proudly at Lan En.

Before that, should you tell me who you are?

My identity, hum, my identity. The man with the bleeding bandage sounded indignant at first, but as he spoke, a sense of confusion and distress emerged.

"I was once Baron Bodrog, a governor under King Iver. But now? Now?!. You little scoundrel! What's left of me after you run away from my caravan? ?!

I have transformed from a governor into a wanted criminal in Verden! The only thing waiting for me in my fief is the gallows!

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