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It was a dryad speaking—obviously, who else could it be?

She has emerald green skin and a good figure, with no strands all over her body. A red flower was caught between her smooth black hair, adding a touch of color.

The dryad jumped from the huge tree and landed lightly. She came to Geralt and He Shenyan to sit down without hesitation, staring at him with a look that made Geralt very uncomfortable.

"How dare you call the protector of nature that?" she said solemnly. "Did you know what he did has spread all over Doon Canal?"

"...with all due respect, ma'am, this companion of mine was with me all the way. So, what did he do?"

Geralt asked inexplicably, and at the same time gestured to He Shenyan with his eyes to give himself some hints. The mage just smiled and shook his head, letting him listen.

The dryad snorted coldly: "His heroic deeds in the Amelia Forest have long been conveyed to our ears by nature, through the soil, trees, and flowers. The grass and reptiles bring their messages, and the wind still lingers. The screams of those hateful thugs remain..."

Amelia Forest?

Geralt frowned and began to think about it, then realized that was where they had found the Cultists. He wanted to ask more, but the dryad's words were like a dirty joke from the dwarves in the tavern, one after another, without stopping.

"They set up camp there, but you humans who claim to be righteous have never thought about them! For forty years, they have killed countless humans there. Although I don't like you, your blood and pain make the whole The forest became restless."

The Dryad said angrily, "How abominable!"

...that's all? Geralt thought silently. Why didn't the heart say that he killed people but didn't burn the forest, it makes you excited.

The tree spirit didn't care about his expression, this pompous woman (?) stretched out her hand as if to shake hands with He Shenyan: "I've seen you humans shake hands with each other, esteemed protector, is that what you do?"

"Yes." The mage smiled and shook hands with her.

The skin of the tree spirit is very soft to the touch, and the body has a fragrance of a plant. They were called the daughters of the forest, and that's right.

"My name is Sisina, Protector. What is your name?"

He Shenyan turned to use the ancient language to say his name, which is good, the tree spirit also began to use the ancient language.

In Geralt's old three-legged cat language, it was impossible to hear what the two of them were talking about, especially since the dryad named Sisina became more and more advanced, and even started to use the dryad dialect later.

What's even weirder is that He Shenyan was able to catch it. The two of you said one sentence to another, and the witcher sat dejectedly where he was, and began to reflect on why he had to cut corners into Brokilon Forest. His original idea was to walk back to Novigrad. According to the map, taking a shortcut through the forest was the fastest way.

But now, he's stuck himself here.

Seeing the way they were chatting, Geralt couldn't believe that nothing would happen to the dryad and the mage.

never mind.

The witcher quickly changed his mind - I was tired anyway, and spending two or three days in the famous Brokilon Forest would be a good thing to talk about. When the time comes back to Kyle Morhan and Eskel and Lambert to drink, he will blow it.

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At noon they arrived at Doon Canal. Translated, it's called the Heart of the Oak. For Geralt, it was nothing short of a miracle.

You know, the location of the Heart of the Oak has always been a mystery. People only know that there is such a place in the original Brokilon Forest. It is hidden in the valleys and forests, but no one has ever actually entered it.

Originally, Sisna had to put a blindfold on Geralt to prevent him from remembering the way in.

But He Shenyan dispelled her concerns with just one sentence - "This friend of mine is also a noble person, he will not divulge the location of Dun Canal, I use my reputation I swear to you."

He said so, what else could Sisina do?

As a result, Geralt and He Shenyan became the only humans who were lucky enough to enter Dun Canal in the past few hundred years, even without being blindfolded.

The place that appeared in front of them was a huge open space. The overhead is completely covered by the vast green canopy, and the sunlight leaks through their crevices and shines above the ground. The mist rises from the dirt and the rocks, even over the knees.

He Shenyan heard the sound of water and asked, "Is there a river nearby?"

"No, Protector." Sisina smiled proudly. "It's a hot spring!"

They moved on, past the clearing and into the woods. On the trunks of those giant trees hang many houses made of vines, delicate and small. Some are close to the ground, others are far away, and some are even placed on top of trees.

There are several massive buildings on the ground, made of intertwined branches. It seems to have its own beauty, which is another kind of beauty beyond human architecture.

"Welcome to Doon Canal, Protector...and you, Cat's Eye."

Sithina grimaced at Geralt, her tongue a dull pink. Frankly speaking, the witcher was very angry with her. All along the way, she was looking for opportunities to hurt him with words, and Geralt had nothing to do.

"I have a name, Miss Sithina. My name is Geralt."

"Geralt?"

"Yes, Geralt of Rivia."

The dryad's eyes changed instantly, her green cheeks darkened a bit, and Sithina stammered in Common, "I, I'm sorry—Gwenblade, I didn't know it was you. !"

"What did you call me?"

"That's 'white wolf', Geralt. It's an old saying—well, interesting. Looks like you have a title in the eyes of the dryads too."

He Shenyan explained it to him, and then smiled with great interest. He turned his head and asked, "Sisna, why do you call him Gwenblade?"

"It's related to a prophecy. It is said that a witcher named Gwenblade will save the whole world with the swallow and the black-robed man."

As she spoke, Sisina's eyes became wrong.

She looked at He Shenyan who was wearing a black robe, and then at Geralt, who had white hair and two swords, and was dumbfounded.

The mage shrugged at the witcher: "Well, Geralt, although it is related to the prophecy, it is not a bad thing. At least you can finally be treated by them."

Geralt squeezed beside him in two or three steps and complained softly, "I don't believe anyone else except your prophecy."

Their small talk didn't last long, and a full, low, firm voice came from the other side: "Welcome, the man in black, Gwenblade. Welcome to Doon Canal."

A dryad came slowly from the other end, and Sisina saw her and knelt down slowly. She wore a thin, light green dress, and was as petite and slender as most dryads, but held her head proudly.

Her expression was serious, her lips pressed together, giving the impression of majesty and power. Her hair color and eyes were like melted silver.

It happened to be opposite He Shenyan's black eyes, and they looked at each other like two extremes. Almost in an instant, a smile appeared on the mage's face.

"Interesting," Geralt heard him say softly. "very interesting."

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