Druid Circle is the stronghold and town of the druids.
Therefore, there are naturally businessmen here.
The currency of the outside world still has circulation value here. Even the druids cannot completely escape from the secular life. They also need to contact the outside world, and naturally they also need currency.
Relying on the magic-patterned leather bag, Lynn did a lot of shopping at Druid Circle, especially the druid's potions, not missing a single bottle.
Druid's potions are different from Witcher's potions. The former can also be taken by ordinary people. Although there are relatively few types, they also include healing wounds, strengthening strength, etc.
These potions can be used by future apprentices.
After all, before the apprentices started Trial of the Grasses, their bodies were not yet adapted to the demon hunter's potions, but injuries were inevitable. With these Druid potions, training would be more effective with half the effort.
After staying in Druid Circle for two days, the three of them set off back to Kaer Trolde Harbor on the third day, and then left Great Skellige Island by boat.
Looking at Great Skellige Island gradually getting farther and smaller behind them, Lynn did not ask the captain to send them directly to Novigrad, but docked at City of Kerack, the capital of Kingdom of Kerack.
Northern Kingdoms's attitude towards demon hunters is not like Skellige Isles's, so Lynn bought two long black cloaks in advance, which were enough for him and Gerd to hide under the cloaks, so that others would not notice their difference at all.
Only when they are close will others notice their peepholes hidden in the shadow of their hoods.
As for Mousesack, he retains his original appearance.
The world is so big, Druids can go anywhere.
Even in the Witcher 3, when the warlock has turned into a street rat, the druid's status is still as stable as Mount Tai.
The three of them were walking in the bustling market, and the people in the market were not surprised by how they were dressed.
"Why are we disembarking here?" Mousesack asked in confusion, "Wouldn't it be faster to just take the boat to Novigrad?"
Lynn replied, "It is faster, but we are not going Novigrad."
"If we don't go to Novigrad, then where will we go?"
Gerd was stunned for a moment.
He thought they would land at Novigrad.
In this way, follow Pontar River, and then turn to River Lysela, a tributary of the Pontar River, and you can directly reach the foot of the Blue Mountains mountain.
Finally, you only need to walk for a while to reach Kaer Morhen deep in the Blue Mountains.
This is the fastest and most convenient route.
If they don't take the river route, they will have to spend more time on land.
Lynn nodded.
It means everything Gerd said is correct.
Then he said again.
"Don't worry, let's go first Brokilon."
Brokilon is the territory of tree spirits.
The tree spirits are the indigenous people of this world and the guardians of Brokilon.
They are a female-only race and they love nature, especially forests.
Will regard all forests as its own territory.
In the past few decades, the dryads have fought with dwarves and elves successively. These former overlords of the continent have tried to force the dryads to surrender, but they have all failed without exception.
Until the arrival of humans.
Once upon a time, the forest of Brokilon was so vast that it covered the human countries now named Verden, Brugge, and Kerack. However, as humans invaded step by step, the trees were cut off and the forests were burned...
Brokilon has become what it is today.
Therefore, tree spirits hate humans extremely.
No matter men, women, old or young, if you dare to cross the border of Brokilon, a sharp arrow will be shot from the forest.
Killed with one blow.
Just like the corpse in front of Lynn.
The deceased was approximately thirty to thirty-five years old. In fact, he looked much older than his actual age.
He was wearing a tattered coat of coarse linen, which was dirty and torn, and smelled rancid.
The man's hands are covered with calluses, which shows that he often engages in heavy physical labor.
"It should be a peasant who escaped."
Beside Lynn, Gerd squatted on the ground, checking a scattered package next to the deceased.
There was very little in the package. Apart from some dry food and scattered copper coins, there was nothing else.
Gerd sighed.
"In the past, when I was traveling in Duchy of the Curved Coast and receiving commissions for hunting demons, a lord once sent his men to look for me."
"I hope I can help them track down the peasants who have escaped from their territory."
"So, this man was probably caught up and killed by his lord's men."
Lynn shook his head.
He does not agree with Gerd's view.
"No, he shouldn't be that dead."
To confirm his conjecture, Lynn stood up and pointed to the arrow stuck in a pine tree a few meters behind the deceased.
"The attacker shot two arrows in total. The original intention of the first arrow was a warning, asking him to turn back in time. Unfortunately, he misunderstood."
"That's why the second arrow took his life."
"You mean, the tree spirit killed him?" Gerd had a look of disbelief on his face, "But he was not a fully armed soldier, nor did he hold a sword. He was just a civilian."
Lynn continued to shake his head.
"The dryads won't care about this, even if you are just fifteen years old, driven by fear, panic and run into the forest; even if you are seventy years old, old and weak, and are kicked out of the house and taken away from food, so you have to go out to collect firewood; even if you are only six years old, attracted by the flowers blooming in the forest glade..."
"Anyone who dares to step into Brokilon's territory is destined to die."
Although the tree spirit's approach is extreme, Lynn is not incomprehensible.
In fact, this continent is large enough for all races to put aside their disputes and develop together.
But some stupid humans insist on killing all the tree spirits and burning all the forests...
However, there are still many people who follow blindly.
It's no wonder that the tree spirits regard all humans who step into Brokilon as enemies.
Mousesack also sighed.
"In the past, Brokilon's dryad would warn twice, or even three times, instead of only once like now."
Lynn snapped his fingers and used flames to take away the corpse on the ground.
"You can wait for me in the village we just passed. I will return to meet you the day after tomorrow at the latest."
Gerd said dissatisfied, "Why are you talking like that? We have been through so many hardships together. Do you think I am a timid person who is afraid of death?"
Mousesack also said, "Strictly speaking, druids and tree spirits are in the same camp. If something unexpected happens, I can help you smooth things over."
Next, the three of them continued walking deeper and deeper into the forest.
Even though a lot of territory has been occupied by humans, Brokilon is still very large today.
Sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of tall trees, and was absorbed by young birch, alder, hornbeam, raspberry, juniper and fern. Under their branches and leaves, there were dead branches and decayed trunks, as well as the dying remains of the oldest trees.
Where those creatures dwell, there is usually a depressing and ominous silence, but not here.
On the contrary, Brokilon is full of life.
Insects buzzed and fluttered, lizards crawled underfoot, beetles shone like iridescence, thousands of spiders crawled through the dewy webs, woodpeckers pecked at tree trunks, and grouse chirped.