Chapter 106 105. The power of Dagon
The precise physical condition allowed Lan En to wake up from meditation on time at six o'clock in the morning.
Pressing the ground lightly with his fingers, the strong body and heavy armor stood up silently.
On the bed, Aaliyah, who was huddled under the quilt, was talking in her sleep and talking about some names.
Words like "Sansa is a fool", "Robb, help", "Jon, help me".
Everything happened last night so cruelly and suddenly, even with Aria's character, she was really frightened.
The names in her mouth are those of her relatives.
On the surface, this little girl seems to be immersed in the excitement of seeing new things every day, but in fact, the fear of missing home and leaving home lurks deep in her heart, which even she may not be aware of.
Lan En shook his head gently in the dim morning light.
The distance represented by the intersection of the celestial sphere is too far even for interstellar civilization.
He is just a special kind of witcher.
He can't save everyone.
But it is precisely because of this that Lan En wants to save those people who he may have a way to save.
How about just giving it a try?
Put on the studded leather gloves again, fix the steel wrist armor, and carry the stiffened corpse.
The demon hunter, who was getting taller and taller, walked out of the room lightly and headed towards the appointed lake.
The morning mist floats on the lake, which is different from the mysterious and deep atmosphere under the moonlight, giving people a moist and refreshing feeling.
Lan En rented a small fishing boat by the lake. It was very different from the one he used when he went to kill water ghosts with Bernie.
Lan En can drive it by himself.
Rejecting the fisherman's offer to sail the boat, the witcher paid a little extra deposit.
The bow of the boat split the water waves and lotus leaves, and just a dozen meters into the lake, a "clatter" sound different from that of a sailing boat rang from all around.
The messenger of the lady in the lake, the nymph from last night, followed Lan En's boat like an elf in the water.
"Hello, Nymph."
After Lan En glanced at her, he looked away and no longer looked at her from the front.
Trivia: Plump fat is a semi-solid substance.
As the water waves flow and beat, the nymph's naked body perfectly demonstrates the elasticity of semi-solid materials.
"Hello to you, Witcher."
The nymphs themselves don't care at all. In fact, there are often rumors among the people that villagers have wild unions with nymphs, swamp daffodils, and even harpies. story.
The villagers were very interested in this, but the witchers were noncommittal.
It is true that there are men who can taste the sweetness of these wild creatures, but most of the men who come to their doorstep are just adding to their meal.
Literally "added food".
Lan En believes that the nymph who serves the Lady of the Lake will not be as barbaric as her counterparts in the wild.
But she didn’t seem very happy today.
“Are you in trouble?”
Nymph was leading the way in the water ahead. Lan En felt a little bored at the helm, so he asked bluntly.
The other party also answered very directly.
“I lost my necklace. It was a necklace made of precious gold and rubies.”
“Didn’t the lady listen to the information in the entire area? She didn’t tell you anything. ?”
“The lady will definitely tell me, I’m just taking you there, just asking.”
Nymph answered naturally, which surprised Lan En.
In his long-term impression, the attitude of gods towards requests is that they are all arrogant and indifferent.
Otherwise, it can be done at your fingertips. Whether it is the antecedent or the consequence, it will be completely dealt with with a wave of your hand.
This is the case in the Eastern myths of the hometown world, otherwise it would be so shameless?
But from what Miss Nymph looked like
except for the lady who used her own power to search, it seemed that she didn’t use extraordinary power at all.
Even the location has to be asked by the nymph in front of the lady.
Lan En briefly imagined this scene based on the myth of his hometown. ——The Queen Mother passed down the imperial edict of immortal magic and ordered the maid to come and embroider with her and chat with her about household matters and gossip?
If you think about it, it seems so life-like.
Maybe this is the God in the Western context.
Lan En didn't have any opinion on this, because he didn't believe in any god.
Black Tern Island is not far from Dusky Water Village, it only takes about 40 minutes by boat.
This small island in the lake should have a wonderful view, but when Lan En approached the island, he frowned.
Like a passenger who is motion sick and wants to vomit.
“I feel an inexplicable nausea. Even the scenery is beginning to disgust me.”
Is this where the Lady of the Lake should live?
The fishing boat stopped at the shallows and carried the body to the island.
Nymph and Lan En walk together.
Her expression is not pretty either, but she is more adaptable than Lan En.
“This is the power of Dagon, isn’t it hard?”
Nymph frowned and explained to Lan En, who was also frowning next to her.
"But it should be hard for you to imagine that this level of feeling is already the result of the lady mobilizing the power of Vizima Lake to suppress it."
Lan En was slightly stunned. .
My willpower has long been proven through the surgery I performed on myself to open my chest.
He can cut open his own heart and blood vessels without hesitation when he has a clear and rational understanding.
But with such willpower, just stepping onto Black Tern Island will make you feel irritated and nauseated.
If it were an ordinary person, it would be equivalent to entering a manic state immediately upon landing on the island, right?
If this continues for a long time, you may go crazy directly.
And this is after being suppressed. Dagon is indeed a terrifying evil god.
“You say it’s Dagon’s power, but my badge doesn’t vibrate.”
While wading in the water, Lan asked the nymph for more information.
“The witcher’s badge does not react to all supernatural forces. Dagon’s power is deep and strange even in the eyes of a lady. It is normal for no reaction. It is precisely because of this characteristic that the lady Only then do you think that using his power to control the souls of the deceased will not cause an imbalance in the local magic power."
"That is a force outside the world that does not participate in building balance."
On the lake. The island couldn't be that big. Lan En followed Nymph and after walking a few steps, he arrived at a small pool in the center of the island.
Nymph raised her hand to stop Lan En behind her.
She knelt down on one knee lightly and lowered her head.
"Good day, madam. As you requested, I brought the witcher you expected—Lane of Cintra."
Lane also put his shoulder on his shoulders. Throwing the body aside, he touched his chest with his left hand, stretched his right hand flat to his side, and bent down to bow.
This is the palace etiquette in this world, mentioned when chatting with Triss.
Lan En feels that it is better to follow local rules when worshiping local gods.
The memories of the Emperor's Children, which are full of beauty every second, have made a considerable upgrade to Lan En's artistic sense.
This makes even if he is performing a ritual that he has only heard of, the details of his movements are full of ritual beauty.
If a Temerian palace steward came to see it, he would probably not think that this was the etiquette of his country.
Because there are many irregularities.
But to say that this is a similar etiquette in a distant country, then he probably dare not say more.
Because this etiquette looks really solemn.
Lan En sent a greeting to the clear spring.
"Good day, madam."
Shuitan responded.
First order required!
(End of this chapter)