Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 317 316 Son of Destiny Ancient Bloodline

Chapter 317 316. Son of Destiny Ancient Bloodline

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 spirits and humans in this day and age.

The lioness of Cintra, the strong woman named Calanthe is a queen known for her wars.

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

Until then, Ciri will fire 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.

It was a simple and comfortable room, lit by a cage of extremely bright fireflies.

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 didn't speak. This was the second time Eisner emphasized Lan En's so-called 'huge contribution'.

They didn't know what this extremely young witcher had done, and now they were confused.

But the three of them had discussed it outside. Lan En would look at the situation and use his 'contribution' to leave Ciri at the last moment.

So the three demon hunters nodded and said they would leave the tree spirit's 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."

Knowing that Lan En's 'contribution', or face, was so weighty, Geralt could finally make a request to the Dryad Queen without any psychological pressure.

Vesemir didn't stop him anymore.

The Dryad Queen's response was as straightforward as ever.

"No, White Wolf. Her coming to Broccolion is destiny, and you should also know about destiny."

"I?"

"Yes and you."

Finally, the silver eyes moved away from the comb for a moment.

"Broch Leon's information is not closed. I know very well that you activated an unwritten law that has been circulating for a long time at the palace banquet in Sintra ten years ago."

Geralt's body began to sway restlessly, and Lan's eyes began to narrow in earnest.

Eisna continued.

"The law of accident."

"You solved a curse at that banquet, and then used the law of accident as payment for your work. In the end, you were destined to have a child."

"You are trying to use fate to fight against the physical defects of the witcher, to have a destined child, and let him help you avoid the forgetfulness after death and fight against the nothingness of life. Why are you and I doing the same thing, but you are always the same? Looks like you can’t understand?”

During the gap between Esna's words, Lann stretched his head to Geralt's ear, and whispered with a calm face but gritted teeth: "You never said it! Ciri is your unexpected son!"

White Wolf's expression was consistent with Lan En's: "That's just superstition! How can there be such a thing as fate in this world?!"

If Lan En hadn't had too much contact with beings like the Lady of the Lake and Gunter O'Dimm, he most likely wouldn't have taken a mere customary law seriously.

But what he hangs on his waist now is the divine weapon of a concept god. The law of accident has spread in this world even as far back as the emergence of human beings.

Lan En is a materialist who does not believe in God, but the first important thing for a materialist is not to ignore the facts before him!

Destiny works!

If he hadn't been in another world at the time, he would never have said those words to Ed Stark as a joke.

Lan En and Geralt's whispers could not be hidden from Eisna, and she did not pay attention to the whispers and just talked to herself.

"No, I will not give this child back to you, Geralt. She is so healthy and strong, and there are not many girls like her left these days."

Vesemir did not get involved in the bickering between the two 'children' in his eyes, and just frowned and asked Eisna.

“What does ‘not much more’ mean?”

His silver eyes returned to the comb.

"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 humans in this world regarding racial conflicts made his sense of déjà vu become stronger and stronger.

"Okay, okay, the local humans are really fucking bastards."

Lan En rubbed his forehead and sighed, 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 from me."

Eisna 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, 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 Ciri's own intention, which made the young man feel that he had done nothing wrong.

Geralt, who was 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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