Chapter 317: 316 Son of Destiny Ancient Bloodline

Chapter 317: 316 Son of Destiny Ancient Bloodline

Chapter 317 316. The Ancient Bloodline of the Son of Destiny

In the end, Lan was persuaded by Geralt to remove Ciri from the ritual of transforming the tree spirit.

Because Geralt told him that he still underestimated the intensity of the racial conflict between tree elves and humans in this day and age.

The lioness of Cintra, the strongwoman named Calanthe, was a queen known for her wars.

After losing Ciri, Cintra will definitely go to war with Broklon.

At that time, Ciri will shoot her arrows at her former subjects. Her former subjects would crush Ciri's skull with their horses without mercy.

If Ciri really becomes a dryad, then this day is not far away.

At night, the three demon hunters came to the tree room where Esna held the ceremony on time.

This is a simple and comfortable room, illuminated by a particularly bright firefly in a cage.

In the middle of the room, Eisna was sitting on the carpet with Ciri, and the silver-eyed queen was holding a comb to smooth her frizzy mouse-gray hair.

Come in, witchers.

Three demon hunters from three generations, old, middle and young, walked in, looked around, and then sat cross-legged on the floor.

When are you going to leave? Eisna asked simply and neatly, without any human mincing words. "When are you going back? How about tomorrow morning?"

"As for Lan En, you can leave whenever you want. With all due respect, I respect your contribution to nature and the world, but Doon Kanal has not received outsiders for a long time. He has stayed with us for too long. Everyone will feel uncomfortable.

"You can't give the tree spirits children, so the reasons why ordinary human men linger here don't apply to you. Because the tree spirits will appreciate your appearance, but will not have desire for your body."

Vesemir and Geralt did not speak. This was the second time that Esna emphasized Lan Ens so-called huge contribution.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

They don't know what this extremely young witcher has done, and now they are confused.

But the three of them have discussed it outside. Lan En will look at the situation and use his "contribution" to leave Xili at the last moment.

So the three demon hunters nodded, indicating that they would leave the tree spirit city tomorrow.

"Esna, please think again. Return this girl to me and let her return to the outside world, the world where she should go."

After learning that Lan Ens contribution, or face, was so weighty, Geralt could finally make a request to the Dryad Queen without any psychological pressure.

The silver eyes returned to the comb again.

"Humans abandoned sick girls into the forest, diphtheria, scarlet fever, and recently even smallpox. They thought that the dryads in the forest had no immunity, and thought that they could use large-scale infectious diseases to exterminate us, or at least drastically reduce their numbers. But they were wrong, so wrong. We have something more powerful than immunity, and Brok Leon will take care of His daughters."

When Lan En heard that infectious diseases were used to carry out genocide, he couldn't help but cover his forehead again.

The actions of human beings in this world regarding racial conflicts made him feel more and more familiar.

Okay, okay, the local humans are really **** bastards.

Lan En rubbed his forehead and sighed and spoke, and immediately everyone in the room focused their eyes on him.

"To be honest, Ms. Aisna, I thought that letting Ciri stay in Broklon would be a choice that suits her, but now it seems that this is a bit too dangerous."

You want to take her away from me.

Esna's expression didn't look surprised.

Lan En also made no secret of his intentions.

I find her quite pleasing to my eye. She is not a careless loner. She has connections by blood and destiny.

"If you are the one who speaks, then of course I will let you go. Most lives in this world should give you a reward, whether others know it or not, but as long as you speak to me, I will give it. But don't you want to hear it? ? This is the personal statement of the son of the ancient bloodline."

Lan En's brows wrinkled inadvertently, what is a 'son of the ancient bloodline'? It sounds so awesome.

But now that this was the showdown, he put aside his doubts and bowed his head to the silver-eyed queen whose face was as calm as ice.

Thank you very much, it would be best if you can let Xili speak for herself.

"Then repeat it, Ciri. Repeat what you said to the White Wolf, to Geralt of Rivia, son of the ancient blood."

"The most noble lady." Ciri said intermittently: "Please don't force me to stay. I want to leave and follow Geralt. I must follow him."

Why, Ciri?

Because this is my destiny.

Lan En breathed a sigh of relief. His request to Aisna was also what Ciri wanted, which made the young man feel that he had done nothing wrong.

Geralt next to Lan En turned pale after the word 'destiny' appeared, as if he was a husband who was told that his wife was pregnant before he was ready.

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