Aisna is as petite and graceful as most tree spirits. Her emerald green skirt has a straight back and a high head, making her look extremely proud.

His face is old-fashioned and serious, his hair and pupils are pure silvery, as if he has no feelings.

In Roy's eyes, she was like a burning green flame, which made people unable to look directly at it. This momentum also comes from her strength.

Aisna

Age: 324

Gender: Female

Identity: Queen of Tree Spirit, Skiller

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Aisna did not pay attention to the young witch hunter. She passed everyone and went straight to Xi, lifted the girl's chin and stared at her eyes. After a long time, until the girl was scared and shivered and tears were shining, she asked Brian to take her out of the house.

"Get up, Gwenbrad."

"Salute to you, Aisna, the supreme ruler of Brockleon."

"Welcome to my forest again, but you are extremely dangerous when you don't tell me. Do you understand?"

"I have to come with a great mission." Bai Lang lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Oh," the silver-haired tree spirit smiled, "No wonder it's so reckless. So is this child with you?" Her Yin-shu's pupils finally turned to Roy.

It seemed as if an invisible giant palm pressed down head-on, forcing him to bend over and kneel.

Roy finally understood why Senior Warden was so humble. In the face of power that could not resist, Geralt had already learned to be respectful.

"Mr. Aisna, he is still young, please don't make things difficult for you."

"Raise your head..." Aisna reached out to stop the begging white wolf, "Child, let me look at your eyes." Then, Aisna saw a pair of dark gold eyes as she wished.

Her silver eyes vortexed like a vortex of information, but after a moment, her impeccable momentum became a little loose, and her steadily gaze like ice became a little surprised.

But soon, she recovered from calmness.

"Gwenbrad, for your sake, he can go with you later."

"Hu..." As Aisna's eyes drew away, Roy breathed a sigh of relief on his forehead with a slight sweat. The lady's stare for a short moment actually made him feel a substantial pressure.

However, he remained calm and after facing legendary creatures such as Goddess Meritelli, a high-level vampire, Dagan projection, and fairies in the lake, his mental immunity became much stronger.

"Now, Gwenbrad, let me guess what you are doing." Aisna said, "Eckhard is too stupid, and Eville and Vilaxus want to eat my flesh and blood. In the surrounding kingdoms, only King Vincelav of Bruger will send someone to propose to me."

“As you said, that’s exactly what it is.”

"You must understand that inside and outside the Brockleon are two worlds of ice and fire, humans and us, and hundreds of years of hatred cannot be resolved by just a few words."

"But war is not what I hope, and I don't want to see any child die again. I can now give you a letter of confidence, and you will tell the king of Bruger that as long as his subjects do not step into Brockleon from now on, we will naturally be at peace."

The witch hunter's lips moved, and Aisna interrupted him again, "Stop talking for him, or be arrogant and arrogant to let Brockleon cut the soil and seek peace."

"but……"

"You just reply to him!" Aisna made the final decision, "He won't bother you, a humble witch hunter. Now, if you want, let's talk about another trouble."

Aisna smiled rare, and looked at Governor Fesnath, a tall, bear-like man who had been left aside for a long time, "He is your friend, this scalp hunter."

"Don't scare him you..." Geralt gave the Governor a reassuring look, "You should know that he came for the girl just now. Otherwise you wouldn't save him."

"But I don't know what to do with him. It will take a long time to heal his injuries." Aisna walked towards the bed made of branches. Fesnett's face turned pale and curled up in despair.

"Do you have children?" Aisna stared at the governor for a long time, "Answer honestly!"

"I'm still..." Fesnett retreated to the wall, and had no choice but to clear his throat and said softly, "I'm not married yet..."

"It doesn't matter whether you have a family or not, I just want to know," Aisna glanced at the Governor's face with a blunt look, "Is that thing below you working? For the sake of the giant tree! Tell me, have you ever made a woman pregnant, or is she as powerless as a witch hunter?"

"Ah..." Fesnett waved his hands, exclaimed, and then said with his neck in his mouth, "Of course there has been! My body is... OK... But respectful lady, why do you ask that?"

He paid attention to Geralt's merciful gaze.

"Take care, man." Roy also murmured a few seconds in his heart. The strong body of the governor, paired with a little sexy mustache, could no longer meet the aesthetics of the tree spirits. It was definitely the perfect breeding machine in their minds.

There were countless tree spirits, one after another, sitting on a wooden stake.

Sit down and get up, sit down and get up...

Roy shivered all over, and it was terrible just thinking about it.

Aisna got a satisfactory answer and turned to Geralt,

"After he recovers, he leaves enough offspring for freedom."

"Thank you for your kindness, Aisna..." Geralt dared not look at his old friend again,

"Ms. Aisna..." Roy couldn't help it, "I want to ask, about that girl, Xiri, how did you decide?"

"Interesting boy... I only saw a fog in your eyes." Aisna stared at him with interest, "You don't need to care about this. After a while, tomorrow, you will leave Brockleon with Geralt."

"But she is not an ordinary girl, she is the princess of a country."

"Gwenbrad, what's the matter? My decision will not change. If you want to, come to my room to watch the ceremony tonight."

Aisna waved her sleeve coldly and turned to leave.

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Time flies, in the evening.

Countless fluorescent flying insects appeared among the tree houses.

They comfortably scatter ambiguous and warm green light, allowing Dun Canal's strange plants to present a completely different enchanting posture from the daytime, swaying in the wind.

Two witch hunters, leaving behind the fact that Fesnett, who is still digesting the fact that "he is about to become the father of many little tree spirits", enters Aisna's huge oak house.

Aisna was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the house, gently combing the girl in front of her with a rat-gray silver hair.

The little girl sat quietly in front of the lady cross-legged. Her back was straight, her green eyes were wide open, and her small face was washed clean, and she was no longer as naughty as before, and she looked a little dull.

"You are here..." Aisna greeted, without stopping the combed action in her hand.

"Gwenbrad, I know you never hurt tree spirits, water see fairies, little goblins, on the contrary, you are willing to protect them. So I respect you and ask you to come and watch the ceremony. Now, I need your respect, and by the way, look at the little guys around you, don't let him make trouble."

Geralt first knelt on one knee, then sat upright on the ground, and Roy also sat on the ground like he was.

"Ms. Aisna, before the ceremony, I ask you to hear what I said."

"As you said, Brockleon and the outside are two worlds of ice and fire, and the girl in front of you, IMHO, does not belong to your world."

"It belongs soon." Aisna said casually.

"Asina," Geralt argued abnormally, "I beg you to return her to me and let her return to her own world. Her destiny should be determined by herself."

"How dare you disobey me?" Aisina stopped the comb in her hand and looked straight into the witch hunter's eyes. After a moment, she let out a "hoho" sneer in her throat, "I understand. It turns out that you have the same idea as me."

"I have heard that witch hunters cannot give birth, and all witch hunters who have made accident laws are eager to get their unexpected sons."

"I know, you have participated in the marriage of Princess Paveta, Calante's daughter, and helped her beast husband break the curse and restore her original body. At that time, you also spoke out the law of accident and hoped that a boy would inherit your mantle, right?"

"What a pity..." Aisna lifted Xiri's chin, "The unexpected son is a girl, and the girl cannot become a witch hunter. So, she is mine now, and she will inherit Brockleon's will."

"Shit!" Geralt shouted, with a firm attitude, "Look at her now, her eyes are dull, because fear and drugs can't move. You are kidnapping!"

"No, Geralt..." Cili shouted, with rebelliousness, "I'm not dull, and I'm not afraid. Besides, my grandmother said that the tree spirit is not a bad person. I won't be in danger here!"

"Haha!" Aisna laughed at the sound, "Look, Gwenbrad, this is the choice of the ancient son, this is her fate, it has nothing to do with you."

Roy's heart thumped. Sure enough, this sorcerer with high magic power had already seen through the girl's background.

"Son of the Ancient Bloodline?" Geralt's face was solemn, "You said Cili is..."

"That's right, I saw dazzling flames in her eyes, the dazzling stars, she is the heir to the ancient blood, and will surely become a member of Brockleon and embark on the road of glory."

Aisna waved backwards, and a tree spirit walked out of the curtain behind her.

Brian, with honey hair color, Brian handed over a silver cup with trembling hands. Aisna took it and held it high, "Do you know the ancient runes above? Two."

"know."

"Then read the text on it, this is Cleg Ann's Communion Cup, and the king who drank wine in this cup has long been forgotten."

“Duetaean aef cirran Caerme Gleddyv. Yn esseth”

The young witch hunter gently read the text above, "The Sword of Destiny has two blades."

"And Xiri is one of them." Aisna said in a deep voice, turning the little girl's body and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "Drink, the son of the ancient bloodline, this is the water of Brockleon."

"I finally waited for you - the legendary mysterious liquid."

Roy suppressed the excitement in his heart, and Dark Gold's pupils turned to the cup.

Brockleon Water

A kind of magic-producing hallucination water. After drinking it, human girls will lose almost all their memories, create illusions of the past and the future, and their bodies and minds will change to tree spirits, but they are extremely poisonous to men.

This water will purify the ancient bloodline and take it with the herb "Sun Blood" to the extreme effect.

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To be continued...