Aglaïs is the physician leader of Brokilon, and he is definitely the most familiar with biomedicine and treatment.
In addition, Brokilon has another treasure that can be obtained, which is the inexhaustible Water of Brokilon, also called Water of Life.
No matter what kind of fatal injury is suffered, as long as there is still breath left, the injured person can be put into a water tank filled with Water of Brokilon, and the injured person can survive.
Therefore, if in the future, when performing Trial of the Grasses, the apprentice is fixed in a tank filled with Water of Brokilon, and supplemented with the warlock's Stabilization Spell, even if the unimproved Potion of the Grasses is still used, the survival rate will definitely rise linearly.
Although there is no idiom for brainstorming in the Witcher world, Mousesack already understands what Lynn wants to express.
"If you need more experts, then it is not enough to have druids and dryads. You also need a senior warlock. After all, you witchers were created by warlocks."
"I already have one, the former dean of the Aretuza Academy, a core member of Brotherhood of Sorcerers, Ms. Tissaia de Vries."
Mousesack was shocked.
Of course he has heard of the name Tissaia.
How was the woman persuaded?
Generally speaking, don't warlocks have prejudice and discrimination against witchers?
At this time, the tree spirit who went to report the news came back.
"Witcher, Her Majesty the Queen has agreed to your visit, but I must cover your eyes before I can take you to see Her Majesty the Queen."
"Okay, no problem."
Lynn readily agreed.
He knew that the capital of Brokilon was called Doon Canal, which in Elder Speech means the Land of Oaks.
It is hidden deep in the dense forest, and its exact location has always been a mystery.
Even the very few people who are allowed to enter Doon Canal are only brought in blindfolded like this.
Lynn is not worried that they will be tricked and killed by the dryads. The dryads are even simpler and more upright than the dwarves.
As long as they don't do anything to offend the Dryad Queen, even if they can't reach an agreement, their group will only be sent to Brokilon by the Dryads.
And this is why they, as a truly ancient race, are constantly being cannibalized by short-lived species like humans.
It's not that people disdain conspiracies, it's that they don't know how to conspire at all.
However, this kind of race without any city is very suitable as an ally.
At least you don't have to worry about being betrayed.
Gerd and Mousesack obediently let the tree spirit blindfold them.
The only exception was the little griffon, which had been hiding in Lynn's backpack and sleeping soundly.
When Lynn took it out of the backpack, the little guy was flying around in the forest full of energy, probably because he was full of sleep.
The dryads couldn't catch it at all.
In the end, Lynn called it down and used food to attract its attention, so that the tree spirits covered its eyes with a layer of black cloth.
"We are here, guests."
When the cloth covering his eyes was removed, it took Lynn a while to see the scene in front of him clearly.
"Is this Doon Canal?"
Many of the trees here are very old and tall, and the sky is always obscured by dense branches and leaves.
Therefore, it stands to reason that it is difficult for light to penetrate these branches and leaves, and it should be dark here.
But the fact is that the branches and leaves that cover the sky seem to have the same function as the stained glass in the church, making the place appear like a kaleidoscope of colors.
As for Water of Brokilon, they are everywhere. These precious Water of Life are flowing under your feet, flowing down from high places, and accumulating in pits.
In response to the three people's surprise, the tree spirit who led the way could not help but feel a sense of pride.
She coughed lightly and said, "Follow me. It would be rude to keep Her Majesty the Queen waiting."
But at this moment, Mousesack offered to stay here.
While waiting, he planned to take a good look at Duane Kanal.
The reason he gave is that after all, this is an opportunity that most people will never have in their lifetime.
Gerd hesitated for a moment, not knowing what he had in mind, but also proposed to stay.
So Lynn left the griffon cub to the two of them to help take care of it. He alone and the tree spirit who led the way went to the largest tree house in Duan Canal, and there he met the tree spirit queen who ruled Brokilon, "Silver Eyes" Eithné.
Eithné is wearing a robe made of leaves and bark. The robe is not luxurious, but it is enough to highlight the difference in her status.
Despite her age, her figure can still make those ladies who are much younger than her scream, and even her face does not bear much trace of the passage of time.
But Lynn knew that the person standing in front of him was a being that was much older than Vesemir and Mousesack.
Even before the elves came to this continent, Eithné was probably already active in this world.
"Witcher Lynn, before we talk about business, first of all I must express my gratitude to you. You saved my two children and helped Brokilon regain the northern forest..."
"No matter what the reason is for you to come to me, I guarantee that you will be completely safe in Doon Canal, and I will go out of your way to thank you for your kindness."
Lynn asked curiously, "Our way?"
"It's money. Although Brokilon has little contact with the outside world, there are always idiots with insufficient brain capacity and overflowing courage who break into Brokilon every year."
"There are always people who think of making a fortune from Brokilon, but little do they know that it is their arrival that adds wealth to Brokilon."
Although I didn't know how many there were, Lynn still said thank you in advance.
"Thank you for your generosity."
Anyway, he didn't come here for this reward, it doesn't matter how much or how little.
"Okay, now let's talk about the important thing you mentioned."
"I hope to be lucky enough to hire a dryad lady to go to Kaer Morhen to assist me in a study."
Eithné frowned.
She really didn't expect that the important thing Lynn mentioned was actually referring to this matter.
"Research? What are you going to do?"
Lynn didn't hide it either.
The dryad is lonely on this continent, with almost no allies. In addition, the dryad rarely leaves Brokilon Forest, so there is no need to worry about revealing his secrets.
"Improve our demon hunter's Trial of the Grasses and increase the survival rate of Trial of the Grasses."
Eithné asked doubtfully, "Although I live deep in Doun Kanal, I have also heard that the outside world is very unfriendly to demon hunters. Aren't you afraid of becoming the target of public criticism?"
Lynn said lightly.
"Ms. Eithné, are you joking? If I don't do this, wouldn't the witcher be the target of public criticism?"
"Centuries ago, humans fled to this continent. Even if you put aside the conflicts with the elves, this continent is definitely far from being livable."
"Ms. Eithné, I am not a person who likes to boast about the past. I am just stating the facts:"
"Nowadays, human beings can live freely on this continent and breathe the air freely. Even if there are monsters again, the number has become greatly scarce. All of this should be attributed to the dedication of the demon hunters."
"The witcher has paid so much, and then what does the witcher get?"
When he said this, Lynn smiled gently before continuing.
"Ms. Eithné, just as you and other tree spirit warriors fight for Brokilon, I am just fighting for the race of demon hunters."
"If I don't do anything, the situation of the demon hunters will not improve at all. As time goes by, this race that has sacrificed everything for mankind will die out sooner or later."
"When that time comes, when people in future generations mention demon hunters, they will no longer remember our dedication and efforts, but will only ridicule us as mutant freaks."
"I just don't want to see that future."