Chapter 315 314. God of the Earth
While the others were in a state of confusion, Lan En naturally struck up a conversation with the [Queen of Silver Eyes].
He took Arondette off his waist and held his hands in front of him.
"Please forgive my presumption, did you also participate in the encirclement and suppression of that thing in early autumn?"
'That thing' refers to Dagon.
To this day, Lan En still instinctively does not want to mention Dagon's name in this world. In his feeling, just saying this name from a mortal's mouth is enough to cause big trouble again.
Who knows what kind of outrageous things there were in that world that the lady in the lake didn't even dare to let him take a look at.
Aisna easily understood the meaning of Lan En's words.
She walked into the room quietly, followed by two dryads carrying bows.
“I have contributed a little, but I am still far from the one who gave you this sword. After all, I can only mobilize the power of Brok Leon, and there are endless wilderness in this world. Like the forest, they have their own owners.”
Lan En lowered his head with respect.
He already understood Aisna's level. She was probably an earth god limited to Brokleon, but she was born among the tree spirits and also served as the queen of the tree spirits.
"Please stop saluting, Lan En. You have contributed to the safety of the entire world. Logically speaking, everyone in this room should salute you."
< br>The two demon hunters, the knight lying on the bed, Ciri, and even the dryads in the room all looked at Lan En with disbelief.
Among them, the knight who was placed in a nursing position by Lan En still had guilt and fear in his eyes.
Only now did he realize that the hands that could kill more than two hundred people in one night were holding his shoulders and arms at close range, swinging them back and forth.
I seemed to have scolded him at that time and called him 'Mr. Kindhearted'.
Just thinking about it made me break into a cold sweat.
"Stop joking." The young demon hunter hung the Lake Lady's Sword back on his waist and shook his head indifferently.
“Without the efforts of you and other adults, I wouldn’t even be qualified to stand in front of that thing. And it was just because I was the only suitable candidate there. If it was Geralt who was there at the time , there is probably no difference.”
Lan En still has a headache when choosing what words to use to refer to the 'beings' that are pursuing and blocking Dagon in the deep realms of the world.
At present, their ingredients are too complex.
There are conceptual gods like the Lady of the Lake, nature gods like Dana Mebi who basically don’t care about anything in the world, and otherworldly demons like Gunter O’Dimm. Find one for these guys. The collective name is too embarrassing.
"There is no 'if' in this world, no 'what if' then. It was you who solved that thing, there is no doubt about it."
The resolute and majestic voice of Queen Silver Eyes sounded again .
"But I think you are not here to talk about something that is not easy to talk about. It is not the etiquette of a host to let other guests participate in a conversation that is not easy to interrupt, so our topic comes to an end."< br>
Lan readily accepted the Dryad Queen's proposal.
So Aisna turned her gaze slightly and landed on the other two demon hunters.
She also waved her hand and asked Blaine to take Ciri out directly.
The little girl woke up from the confusing conversation just now. Her green eyes were full of tears, like a piece of shining glass, looking at Geralt and Lan En.
But neither of them could refuse Eisna here.
No mortal could refuse Esna in the forest of Broklon.
"It's strange. Are old acquaintances from the outside world coming to visit today? Vesemir and Geralt?"
"Salute to you, Esna, Dryad Our queen."*2
The master and apprentice of the Wolf Faction said in unison, making Lann wonder if Vesemir had given Geralt special lessons.
"I came with Vesemir." Geralt's voice remained calm, and Vesemir followed closely.
“I am here with a mission.”
Finding the rightful owner, Aisna showed a stiff and sharp smile.
"Oh, that would explain your recklessness, Vesemir. Entering Broklon without greeting me is a dangerous act even for you. I can What's your mission? A lobbyist? That's what you humans call this role."
"But Vesemir, I have to reiterate again, your actions are very dangerous. It is your human rule not to kill, and I do not accept it. The tree spirits do not recognize human rules, and you can still take your apprentice with you now. I am standing here just because the people who are traveling with you have done a great deed, and we creatures who live on a material basis have to accept his gratitude."
Vesemir's lips murmured. , and calmness returned.
The old man understood very early that there are so many strange people and strange things in this world that it is unimaginable, and it is just wishful thinking for an individual to explore all the mysteries on the scale of life.
He has long been accustomed to encountering situations that he cannot understand, and has summed up a set of coping methods-
Exclude the factors that make him unable to understand the whole thing, and focus on the things that can be solved factors.
In short: I know how much I weigh, and it’s too much for me to care about or care about.
"You should at least know who sent me here, right?"
Vesemir said cautiously.
"To be honest, I don't want to know. I have no reason to listen to a message, proposal, or ultimatum from a human being, a messenger from a race whose thoughts and habits are completely different from mine. King Vinslav's thoughts are with me It doesn't matter at all."
Vesemir looked up in surprise.
"You know he sent me here?"
"It's not difficult to guess. He is the only king among the surrounding kings who neither hates me enough nor is stupid enough."
"Then You should seize this opportunity to add allies to yourself and Broklon, right?"
"Are you kidding, Vesemir?"
The Queen of the Dryads. Those silver eyes gave out an incredulous look.
"Yes, King Wenslav is one of the few kings around who is smart and doesn't hate the tree spirits. But doesn't he buy the scalps of the tree spirits? His purpose is not to occupy the land, timber, and minerals of Brokleon and obtain legal rights. Claim to drive the dryads into a human protected area to live?”
“A guy who can say a few prayers when stabbing a knife appears among a group of vicious bandits, so you tell me that you want to treat him as a human being. Friend? This is too funny."
Vesemir was speechless.
In fact, in his opinion, what humans want to do to tree spirits is many times worse than bandits.
Eighty percent of robbers only want money, not life.
But humans' attitude toward tree spirits is genocide, and then a small number of survivors move into protected areas and are kept as ornamental animals.
This is not a conjecture, but a current situation that humans have done many times and are still doing.
In the ethnic protected areas in the north of the mainland, cat people can always bring a lot of sightseeing expenses to the protected areas.
And thanks to the racial characteristics of the dryads, if they ever enter the protected area, human men will probably use them for much more than just watching.
After all, apart from transforming little human girls into their own kind, most of the dryads achieve racial expansion by borrowing seeds from human males.
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