"They are not bad. It is worth our efforts to save their lives."
When the portal closed, Triss heard Lynn say, "If they ask me for that tree spirit, even if it is just a subtle hint, I will be disappointed for them and sad for the dark side of human nature."
"But fortunately, something unpleasant like this didn't happen."
Lynn finished speaking in a brisk tone, then turned to face behind him and said, "Ms. Aglaïs, they have all left, you don't have to pretend to be asleep anymore."
The tree spirit who was placed under a pine tree by the witcher opened his eyes, jumped up, lowered his body slightly, and made a posture ready to pounce at any time. "How do you know my name?"
Lynn turned around and looked at the tree spirit with a vigilant expression on his face.
"Not only do I know your name, I also know that you are the medical leader of the dryads. You will use Brokilon's magical potion, Cáenheálla Vine, and Boneset to treat the injured."
Perhaps because they live in Brokilon Forest all year round, tree spirits are simpler than elves.
They always show their inner thoughts on their faces without any reservation.
Just like it is now.
A look of confusion appeared on Aglaïs's delicate face.
"Have we met before? But I don't remember you."
Lynn laughed and said.
"We did meet before, but to be more precise, I met you through the eyes of someone I consider a brother."
"But there is no need to say this, Ms. Aglaïs, now you are free and can leave. There should be nothing that can trap you in this forest."
"Or do you need me to escort you back?"
Aglaïs stood there without moving, with even more confusion on his face. "You let me go? Don't you dedicate me to your king?"
"Ha!" The young demon hunter laughed out loud as if he had heard some funny joke.
"No one is my master, and no one is worthy of my service. Have you seen my eyes? These are the eyes of a witcher. I am a witcher. We have received professional training and will not be loyal to the king."
Aglaïs seems to want to see through Lynn.
He kept his eyes fixed on the witcher.
And Lynn doesn't avoid sight either.
After a long while, the dryad's attitude of being faced with an enemy was finally lifted.
"From your eyes, I can't see any lies filled with venom. Well, I believe you. However, you don't have to send me off. I can ask my companion to pick me up."
Aglaïs picked up a piccolo hanging around his neck.
It doesn't look like bamboo, but the finger bones of some kind of creature.
She blew lightly.
The sound that only the witcher could hear spread far and wide.
It almost took a long time from daylight until dark before some figures finally appeared in the woods.
Lynn knows that it is the companion who came to pick up the other party.
He waved at the other party.
"Your companion has come to pick you up, let's go."
"Also, say hello to Ms. Eithné for me. I may have the opportunity to visit the dryad's territory in the future."
"I am not your enemy, so please don't point the tree spirit's bow and arrow at my head when the time comes."
"Finally, my name is Lynn, don't forget it."
The next day.
Lynn woke up from the soft velvet bed in Novigrad's uptown villa.
He sat up.
Beside him, lying Triss with a satisfied smile on his face.
Although the sorceress's body was covered with a thin quilt, she could still see that under the quilt, she had a beautiful figure like a goddess in ancient Greek mythology.
Last night, after Aglaïs left with her companion, Triss used Teleportation to send herself and Lynn back to her house in Novigrad.
Originally Lynn planned to say goodbye and leave first.
Wait until daytime the next day and come back to collect your reward.
But Triss took his hand and took him into the bathroom.
The sorceress's hands were much slender and weaker than his.
But he was dragged into the bathroom by the sorceress.
After all, as long as anyone has played the game, who wouldn't like Triss?
What happened after that seemed much more logical.
The sorceress is passionate and unrestrained.
She doesn't care about the rules and regulations that restrict women in this era.
As long as they like a man, they will boldly and proactively pursue him instead of just waiting passively.
As for Lynn.
Naturally, he is not a eunuch who even takes the initiative towards other women and disappoints them.
In this way, the two of them continued until very late.
Triss then hugged his neck and fell asleep.
Perhaps it was Lynn's motion of getting up that woke her up.
The sorceress lazily opened her eyes.
Lynn put on his shirt and pants and said to her gently, "Sleep a little longer, madam, it's still very early."
"Call me Triss, that's what all my friends call me." Although we have only known each other for a short time, Triss has already decided that the young demon hunter is definitely a friend worth making friends with.
Maybe, more than just friends.
She propped herself up on her elbows and patted the bed gently with her other hand. "Come next to me, my warrior."
The witcher sat back down on the bed obediently.
The two of them stayed in bed for almost two hours before getting up.
"What would you like to eat? Temeria's standard style breakfast? Or Nilfgaard's cold and strict style that emphasizes efficiency rather than taste? Or Novigrad's local bourgeois-style breakfast."
"I can do either."
"Then have one of each."
She waved her staff, and the pots and pans suddenly started to act as if they had a will of their own. They were like an army with orders and prohibitions. Each kitchen utensil had its own job and was busy efficiently.
Soon, a large table of delicious breakfast was freshly baked.
The witcher was amazed by what he saw.
At the dining table, Triss is using a knife and fork elegantly.
Then she frowned and saw that Lynn was picking out green vegetables like a picky child.
"You should eat these vegetables as much as you love meat."
Lynn didn't even raise his head. "I'm allergic to green."
Triss helplessly held his forehead.
He was obviously so mature, reliable and steady before, but now he is as childish as a big child.
However, it is not that Triss cannot understand Lynn.
After all, in the career of a witcher, it is normal to be unable to eat meat for several months.
Moreover, considering the dangerous nature of the work of a demon hunter, if you want to successfully live to your 100th birthday, you don't need green vegetables.
Due to the physical mutation of the demon hunter, it is indeed not a big deal if meat and vegetables do not match.
Therefore, Triss did not persuade me any more.