Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 318 317. Prophecy

At this moment, Brian came in from outside the house with a large ornate drinking glass.

"But before you take the girl from me, I have only one request. Lane let her drink from that glass."

Geralt jumped to his feet.

"Are you going back on your word, ma'am? It's the water of Brokleon. Girls drink it and they turn into dryads, and men drink it and they die!"

Esna didn't look at the other two witchers, her silver eyes were fixed on Lan En.

"There is only one request, Lane. You have been in contact with Blaine for a few days, and you know very well that this water will not destroy a person's logic and thinking, and it will not even affect his personality. It can still retain the memory of being a human. It just gave the girls beautiful skin, strong muscles, and an affinity for the forest."

Esna's eyes met Lan En's, and there was an emotion that rarely appeared in Silver's eyes - obsession.

It was a rare emotion for a transcendent creature who had already lived with Brokleon.

"As long as you let her drink the water of Brokleon, and let me watch her drink it with my own eyes, I will have nothing else to ask, and let you come and go."

Lan En stared at her in silence for a long time, and then he seemed to understand something, and tentatively said.

"You want... to witness a certain phenomenon? Something will happen after Ciri drinks this water?"

"Yes. I can tell you all about it. Maybe the water won't work on her. But it's a proof."

Asna spoke bluntly.

"It proves that the era is not over yet, it proves that everything has just begun, and it proves that there is still a turning point for everything."

"You are too poetic, can't we speak plainly? Just because she is the son of what. The ancient bloodline? Can you prove so many things?"

"Because she is the son of the ancient blood."

Lane rubbed his forehead.

He felt now how Geralt and Vesemir felt when he spoke to Eisna.

There are many things in the other party's words that are not clear at all, and they seem unwilling to say more.

"Okay." Lan stood up, walked to the carpet where Esna and Ciri were, squatted down and looked at the little girl. "Well, what do you think? Let me tell you first, I think it will be uncomfortable to drink this water."

Brian and the white wolf who were holding the cup said in unison: "It must be uncomfortable."

But Ciri didn't hesitate much, and nodded emphatically: "If I can leave like this, I will drink it."

Esna ignored them, took the cup from Brann's hand, turned around, and faced Geralt.

"Do you know the ancient words on this, White Wolf?"

"The sword of fate has two blades, and you are one of them."

Ciri could be taken away even if he turned into a dryad. After making this mental preparation, Geralt seemed much more relaxed.

"Are you still emphasizing the illusory fate with me?"

"'Earthless'? We'll find out soon. Now, drink, Son of the Old Blood."

Esna held the water glass and handed it to Ciri's mouth.

Everyone was looking at the little guy who drank the magic water, but under everyone's gaze, there was no fainting, convulsions, fever, or vomiting.
She just flushed a little and was out of breath from drinking too much water in one go, nothing else happened.

Until Esna said "Enough" and pressed the cup in Ciri's hand.

The little girl lifted her face from the mouth of the huge cup, looked straight into the dryad's silver eyes, and said the same words as before: "I will follow the path of destiny."

So the Dryad Queen had a complicated expression on her face.

Fortunately or disappointed, exhausted or relaxed. Both Lane and Vesemir feel that their experience is too shallow at this moment, so that they can't understand how many unspeakable emotions are contained in this expression.

Ciri stood up from Esna's arms and walked towards Lan En.

Asna didn't stop her.

The little girl looked up, and it wasn't until Lane patted her on the shoulder that she jumped over the young man and threw herself into Geralt's arms.

"It seems." The young man said tentatively, "You have seen the phenomenon you want to witness?"

"How is the result?"

Eisina waited for a while before answering to Lan En: "Not bad, the result is not bad."

Lan En noticed that an inexplicable color was fading in those silver eyes.

She cast a spell just now?

Because Dunn Kanal was filled with chaotic energy, the demon hunter's silver necklace trembled all the time, so it couldn't give an effective warning.Lan En can only speculate based on the existing situation.

When Ciri drank the water of Brokleon, she cast a spell, saying that she wanted to witness the 'time', 'turning point', etc. Did she just prophesy?

Using Ciri, or the ancient blood in her body as a medium, to cast a prophecy?
This is another unfamiliar field. Lan En is still in the novice stage of curse knowledge, let alone this kind of prophecy, which is a high-end knowledge in the circle of warlocks.

Then, before any of them had any reaction, a sudden sense of dizziness hit everyone's brain.

Lan En was no exception. He only felt that the dizziness was several times worse than that of the portal, and it made him lose consciousness almost instantly.
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When Lan En suddenly opened his eyes again, he only saw the gleaming golden sun in the sky, like a big uncut gold coin, hanging above the clouds in the cold winter wind.

The tree roots on his back hurt him a lot.

He straightened up abruptly, and there was a dull crash on his forehead.

"Ouch!"

Ciri's painful cry came from the side of his head.Turning his head to look over, the little girl was sticking her head into his face just now, and bumped into him with her body.

Lan En touched the tooth marks on his forehead expressionlessly, which were made just now.

"What were you trying to do just now?"

The little girl covered her chin and lips and turned her face aside, and responded in a low voice: "I didn't want to do anything, I just wanted to wake you up. As soon as I opened my eyes, it was dawn, and we were no longer in the big forest. I panicked." Can't you?"

Lan En crooked his mouth and sneered, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Hmph, you're panicking and want to call someone, why don't you wake up Geralt. He's the one connected to your fate."

"Isn't this how close you are?"

Facing the little girl's unhesitating remarks, Lan En squinted at Geralt, whose head was tilted at Ciri's feet.

"Wake up! Geralt, wake up!"

Seeing Ciri knelt beside Geralt, pulling at his mail piece, Lane sighed helplessly.

Turning and running to the lying Vesemir.

Before he could do anything, the old man lay on the ground and stretched himself.

There was a crackling sound of joints on the body.

Geralt over there also opened his eyes, and was talking in a daze, "Look where I am in the plague?"

The old man here seemed to wake up in his own bed calmly: "Good morning, child."

Lan En couldn't help sighing, Jiang was still old and spicy.

Geralt - no!
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(End of this chapter)