Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 315. 314. Land God

In the stupefied state of the rest of the people, Lan En chatted with the [Silver-eyed Queen] naturally.

He took Arondette from his waist and put his hands in front of him.

"Excuse me, but you also participated in the siege of that thing in early autumn?"

'That thing' refers to Dagon.

To this day, Lan En is still instinctively unwilling to mention Dagon's name in this world.In his feeling, the mere utterance of this name from a mortal's mouth is enough to cause big trouble again.

The ghost knows what outrageous things are in the world that the lady in the lake didn't even dare to let him take a look at.

Esna easily understood the meaning of Lan En's words.

She walked into the room step by step, followed by two dryads carrying bows.

"I did my best, but it's still far from the one who gave you this sword. After all, I can only mobilize the power of Brokleon, and there are endless wildernesses and forests in this world. Owner."

Lan En bowed his head full of respect.

He already understood Esna's level, she was probably an earth god confined within Brokleon, but she was born among the dryads and served as the queen of the dryads at the same time.

"Please don't salute, Lan En. You have contributed to the safety of the whole world. Logically speaking, everyone in this room counts as one, and everyone should salute you."

The two witchers, Sir lying on the bed, Ciri, and even the dryads in the room all looked at Lan En with disbelief.

Among them, the Sir who was placed in a nursing position by Lan En still had guilty conscience and fear in his eyes.

Only now did he realize that the hands that could kill more than 200 people in one night were holding his shoulders and arms just now, swinging back and forth.

I seemed to have scolded him at the time, and called him 'good sir'.

Just thinking about it made cold sweat break out.

"Stop joking." The young witcher put 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 only because I was the only suitable candidate there. If Geralt was there at that time, it probably wouldn't make any difference. "

When choosing what vocabulary to use to refer to those "existences" that hunted and blocked Dagon in the deep realm of the world, Lan En still felt a headache.

Just looking at it now, their ingredients are too complicated.

There are conceptual gods like Lady of the Lake, natural gods like Dana Maybee who basically don't care about anything in the world, and alien demons like Gaunt O'Dim. It's too difficult to find a collective name for these guys.

"There is no 'if' in this world, there is no 'what if'. It is you who solved that thing, there is no doubt about it."

The resolute and majestic voice of the Silver-Eyed Queen sounded again.

"But I think that you are not here to talk about something that is not easy to talk about. It is not the etiquette of the host to let other guests participate in a conversation that is not easy to interrupt. Then our topic will come to an end."

Lan En readily accepted the proposal of the Dryad Queen.

So Esna turned her eyes slightly, and landed on the other two witchers.

She also waved her hand, telling Brian to take Ciri out directly.

The little girl woke up from the confusing conversation just now, her green eyes filled with tears, like a piece of shining glass, looked at Geralt and Lane.

But neither of them could refuse Eisina here.

No mortal can deny Ethna in Brokleon Forest.

"It's really strange. Is it an old acquaintance from the outside world who made an appointment to visit today? Vesemir and Geralt?"

"I salute you, Esna, queen of the dryads."*2
The master and apprentice of the Wolf Faction spoke in unison, making Lane wonder if Vesemir had given Geralt special lessons.

"I came with Vesemir."

Geralt's voice remained unmoved, and Vesemir followed suit.

"I came here on a mission."

Having identified the real master, Esna showed a stiff and sharp smile.

"Oh, that would explain your recklessness, Vesemir. Entering Brokleon without telling me was dangerous even for you. I can imagine the mission upon you What is it. Lobbyist? Messenger? That's what you humans call this kind of role."

"But Vesemir, I have to reiterate that your actions are very dangerous. It's your human rule not to kill your envoy, and I don't accept it. Dryads don't recognize human rules, and you can still take your apprentice with you now. Standing here is only because the people who walked with you have done a great cause, and we creatures who live on a material basis have to accept his affection."

Vesemir's lips murmured, and then he regained his composure.

The old man understood very early on that there are so many strange people and strange things in this world that it is unimaginable, and it is just wishful thinking for individuals to explore all the mysteries on the scale of life.

He has long been used to encountering situations that he cannot understand, and has summed up a set of coping methods——

Get rid of the factors that he can't understand in the whole thing, and focus on the factors that can be solved.

In short: I know how much I am, and I don't care about how much I have, and I can't control it.

"You should at least know who sent me?"

Vesemir spoke cautiously.

"To be honest, I don't want to know. I have no reason to listen to the message, proposal, or ultimatum of a human being, an emissary of a race whose thoughts and habits are completely different from mine. King Wenslav's thoughts have nothing to do with me."

Vesemir looked up in surprise.

"You know he sent me?"

"It's not hard to guess, he's the only one of the surrounding kings who doesn't hate me enough, and isn't stupid enough."

"Then you should seize this opportunity to increase allies for yourself and Brokleon. Isn't it?"

"What are you kidding, Vesemir?"

The dryad's queen stared in disbelief with those silver eyes.

"Yes, King Wenslav is one of the few kings around, who is smart and doesn't hate dryads. But doesn't he buy the scalps of dryads? His purpose is not to occupy Brokleon's land, timber, and minerals, and to obtain legal principles Claiming to drive the dryads into the human sanctuary to live?"

"Among a group of vicious robbers, there is a guy who can pray a few words when stabbing a knife, and you tell me that you want to treat him as a friend? This is too funny."

Vesemir was speechless.

In fact, in his opinion, what humans want to do to dryads is many times worse than robbers.

Eighty percent of the robbers only want to make money, not to kill.

But human beings' attitude towards dryads is genocide, and then a small number of survivors move into protected areas and raise them as ornamental animals.

This is not conjecture, but the status quo that human beings have done it many times and are still doing it.

In the race reserve in the north of the mainland, cat people can always bring a lot of sightseeing expenses to the reserve.

And thanks to the racial characteristics of the dryads, if there is a day when they enter the protected area, human males probably use them far more than simply watching them.

After all, in addition to transforming little human girls into the same kind, most of the dryads achieved racial expansion by borrowing seeds from human males.

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