Intelligence from the outside world and complicated affairs in the territory flew into the study of the Lord's Mansion in Brokilon Town like snowflakes. Lann learned to manage these matters with occasional help from Enns and Mousesack.
He put aside the information about the Battle of Sodden Hill. Now that the battle was over, the situation in Cintra would improve after that.
After reading the battle report, the following is the report from the territory: A large group calling itself the 'Lion Order' has recently appeared around the town of Brokilon. They are very large in number and are mostly composed of refugees. They will organize the refugees to pray every night in an organized and disciplined manner, and the refugees in their area are also particularly obedient. However, anyone who verbally insults the Lannister name can cause bloodshed, which had led to the intervention of the city guard on several occasions...
Lann was a little dumbfounded. When did something like this happen to his men? What the hell is the Order of the Lion? He looked at Enns, who returned a peculiar look.
"Ahem." Lann coughed lightly. "Even if this kind of religious group has good ideas, it must have our people in it. House..."
The attendant looked up when he heard his name being called.
"Go and bring me the leader of their religious sect. I have something to ask them. Then select some soldiers with brighter minds. I will be able to use them later."
After seeing the attendant nodding and leaving, Lann cast his gaze on the remaining rough pieces of paper.
Due to the recruitment of a large number of refugees and the temporary expansion of the territory, trivial incidents of all sizes often break out within the territory recently, ranging from fights and quarrels to murders and robberies.
So Lann transferred people from the city guard to form a security team. After all, this was their old profession. But then Lann discovered a bright spot in this series of events...
Urgent and malignant incidents such as murder cannot be delayed, so Lann ordered the city guards to solve the problem immediately.
But for minor matters, he asked them to record the incidents and teach the refugees to write down their complaints, and then review them at the Lord's residence.
As soon as Lann picked up the pile of papers, the system's beep started to sound in his mind.
[Discovered Task: New Home]
[Discovered Task: Violent Incident]
[Discovered Task: Night Steps]
[Discovered Task: Legend of the Forest Spirits]
[...]
With each new notification, Lann's smile widened. Now, not only did he have help completing the assignments, but even the connection between them was handled automatically, and he only had to sit in the study room and review them.
After the notifications disappeared, he handed the collected 'tasks' to the deputy commander of the guard who had been waiting and said seriously.
"These tasks must be completed as soon as possible. With Cintra at war, we cannot afford any setbacks with the last standing territory we have!"
The subcommander straightened his shoulders and exclaimed with strength and determination: "For Cintra!"
Only Enns did not get carried away by the emotional atmosphere in the room at that moment, staring in disbelief at the deputy commander's retreating back full of purpose. He shook his head slightly. "The young master has fallen back into his old habit."
Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the studio and a portal appeared and Mousesack emerged from it.
"I found Triss, Lann, your dream was right." Mousesack sighed. "I found her in her secret laboratory, I didn't expect her to be... so hurt."
Remembering Triss' state, if it weren't for the mental preparation Lann had made for Mousesack, the old druid wouldn't even have recognized his former friend.
"I took her to Col Serrai for treatment, do you want to go see her? If you want her to join us in the future, now is the best time for you to meet her."
Lann looked at the portal in mid-air, his face turned pale and he swallowed.
...
Col Serrai is a deep valley in Brokilon filled with hot springs and caves.
Triss felt that the burning feeling of the flames still seemed to remain on her skin. She even felt that the flames on her body had not extinguished yet, although she understood that this was just an illusion.
Accompanied by a vague burning sensation, a cool and gentle stream of water washed over Triss's body at the same time. The mixture of cold and heat made her feel unbearable pain and itching at the same time.
She heard conversations of women around her, some adults and other children.
Immediately afterwards, magical fluctuations occurred in the air, and Triss felt that the water she was soaking in suddenly clung to her wound as if it had its own consciousness.
"Don't use potions..." Triss screamed desperately. "I'm allergic to potions..."
"Are you awake?" A soft voice sounded next to her, like the rustle of leaves moved by the wind in summer. "Don't worry, the water of Brokilon is not just magic, it also has gifts from nature, it is the power of herbs." This voice calmed her.
"Aglaïs, will she be okay?" Triss heard a little girl's voice.
"Yes, little princess."
Triss noticed the words used by these two people. Water of Brokilon? Is this Brokilon Forest? So these two people next to him are dryads, but what does it mean little princess, the queen of dryads has children now?
Triss tried with all her might to open her eyes to look around, but it was impossible.
Ciri looked at the sorceress soaking in the spring with pity for a while, lowered her head and left in a hurry.
Outside, Lann, who had just arrived, was holding on to the tree while retching, and Mousesack gently stroked his back with an amused look on his face.
"Lann, do you want to go in and see her? She is seriously injured."
Lann wiped his mouth and nodded.
"But she's not wearing any clothes." Ciri wrinkled her nose. "Although she was burned very unsightly, she was not wearing any clothes."
"Also, Aglaïs is about the same. Why are all the dryads like this? Lann, can you go in blindfolded?"
Mousesack took a step back with a kind smile, stroking his beard while watching the conversation between the two.
Lann hugged Ciri into his arms and touched her head. "Does Triss look bad?"
Ciri nodded: "Very bad, I hope he recovers soon."
"With our kind princess blessing her, she will surely recover soon."
Ciri suddenly slapped Lann's hand away, took two steps back and said angrily: "Stop treating me like a child, especially you!"
She glared at Lann, who was still smiling, and pursed her lips. "She's naked now... Lann, is it really important, for the future, for Cintra and for us?"
Lann nodded. "She is important, you should get along with her too, she will be one of your magic teachers in the future. Believe me, you will like her."
Hearing Lann's explanation, Ciri made an even more disgusted face.
But she still said: "Well, come on in. She definitely needs someone to comfort her right now."
After saying this, Ciri roughly pushed Lann away. Lann took two steps back cooperatively.
Mousesack finally couldn't hold back his laughter this time.
...
Triss finally recovered enough to open her eyes. She hadn't been exposed to light for a long time, so the sunlight hurt her for a moment.
After spending some time adjusting, he suddenly heard the sound of combat boots hitting the ground.
This sound made Triss, who had just retreated from the battlefield, feel fear. With all her strength, she turned her head and saw the figure of a man.
She didn't know why, but the fear she had felt a moment ago suddenly disappeared.
"Lann?" Triss's voice was filled with confusion, she had heard rumors of the death of the person in front of her. "I see... am I dead?"
Lann looked compassionately at Triss in front of him, whose skin was covered in large burns. "I'm not dead, Triss. The same is true for you, and you won't die either."
"But I have heard rumors..."
Lann sat cross-legged by the hot spring, scooped up some water in his hand, and gently poured it over Triss's wounds.
[Source of magic power discovered.]
He looked at Aglaïs who was busy at the side, and at Eithné who was also watching silently, and abandoned the tempting idea of absorbing all the water of Brokilon.
For Lann, at this moment, this strange healing method had greater strategic significance than a few ability points.
At this time, the most important thing for him is to communicate more with Triss. "I have heard the rumors about me, just as I have heard yours. Fourteen sorcerers died on Sodden Hill, you are one of them."
"Sodden Hill..." Triss's expression suddenly became confused, followed by painful memories flooding back, causing her already weakened body to begin to tremble.
"I was hit by an arrow... then my dress caught fire, and then it was a soldier's sword... Lann, I screamed desperately in the laboratory for days, no one found me..."
"I found you, Triss, I found you. Now you are saved." Lann dipped his hand into the water and took Triss's hand.
Triss squeezed his hand, and her trembling body gradually calmed down.
"I've also screamed desperately with no response, I've also struggled in pain day after day. But now I'm over that, and so will you, Triss. What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger." Lann controlled his voice to be as low as possible.
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