novelraw Chapter 61: Ibol, We Need More Practice
Chapter 61: Ibol, We Need More Practice
The dryad race is also known as "Daughters of the Forest," a rather peculiar species.
Simply put, they are not native to this world but, like werewolves, are a special race mutated through magic or curses.
Within the dryad kingdom of Brokilon Forest exists an incredibly magical forest and an extremely powerful dryad queen who has lived for over a thousand years.
It is the special spring water and magical rituals there that can transform human girls into young dryads.
The difference is:
After becoming werewolves, most werewolves lose their rationality. Although their physique is enhanced and they gain various special abilities, their intelligence is severely affected, becoming bloodthirsty and savage, despised by the world.
After becoming dryads, they not only possess longer lifespans than humans, innate ability to use some nature-based magic, but are also highly adapted to life in forests and wilderness.
After becoming werewolves, most werewolves lose their rationality. Although their physique is enhanced and they gain various special abilities, their intelligence is severely affected, becoming bloodthirsty and violent, despised by the world.
Only females exist in this race - only female children are born, magical rituals can only transform little girls, and they must rely on mating with human or elf males to reproduce.
Thus, around the forests where dryads live, there has always been a legend circulating.Dryad enchantresses would steal little girls from human villages, knock out males who stray into the forest, and secretly bear their offspring.
Although this isn't entirely true and contains much slander.
This is also why Kiriman, despite meeting the dryad maiden for the first time, made such a bold request.
After all, this is the dryad tradition.
Indeed, hearing the witcher's proposal, the dryad maiden Ibol didn't feel anger or shyness like a human girl would. This text is hosted at noᴠelfire.net
Instead, like a female animal examining a male in the animal kingdom, she tilted her head and carefully studied the strong man before her.
After a few seconds, she shook her head somewhat regretfully and said:
"You are indeed a very strong man, witcher, stronger than any human I've ever seen."
"If we were in Brokilon Forest, you might attract the favor of many dryad sisters."
"However, when I left Brokilon Forest, my sisters hadn't yet taught me how to have children."
"If you're willing, I could introduce you to my sisters - they should be willing to have children with you."
Doesn't know how to have children? And wants to introduce me to her sisters?
Hearing this explosive statement, Kiriman confirmed again that the dryad maiden before him was indeed a fresh, tender newcomer, probably without experience in that area, worthy of proper training.
Although he'd be happy to be introduced to the dryad maiden's sisters, other dryads have probably heard that witchers cannot reproduce and wouldn't be so easily fooled.
So Kiriman chuckled lightly, adopting a very generous and magnanimous manner, placing his hand on Ibol's smooth, delicate shoulder, saying:
"It's alright, Ibol."
"I won't look down on you for not knowing how to have children."
"In matters of having children, I'm an expert with plenty of practical experience."
"You've probably heard that having children isn't something that succeeds in one attempt - it requires multiple practice sessions."
"I'll practice with you properly."
The dryad maiden was somewhat confused by the witcher's attitude, staring at him with round, deer-like innocent eyes.
However, she recalled seeing in the dryad kingdom how other dryad sisters, because they disliked humans, would often knock out human males before bringing them back to the forest.
Doing that kind of thing with unconscious men indeed wasn't easy to get pregnant - some men would be imprisoned for years, knocked out many times before being released.
The dryad queen sent their group of young dryads out of the kingdom because she sensed the current turbulent times and that the world was undergoing great changes.
She hoped these young dryads would experience the outside world, encounter different things, travel abroad for some time, and be able to grow.
Even surviving independently in outside forests, branching out, and establishing new dryad tribes was an option.
Thinking of this, although instinctively feeling something was amiss, looking at the strong and handsome witcher before her, Ibol still nodded and said:
"In that case, thank you."
"Kiriman, thank you for being willing to teach me."
At this point, Ibol suddenly remembered something.
Doing that kind of thing with unconscious men indeed wasn't easy to get pregnant - some men would be imprisoned for years, knocked out many times before being released.
"But before leaving the dryad forest, my sisters told me not to easily trust the words of human men outside and that I must give them certain tests."
"Last year, I was attacked by those wyverns from Wyvern Island to the northeast and suffered significant injuries. Fortunately, the druid elder took me in, saving my life."
"To prove your bravery, you need to bring me back a wyvern egg."
"If you can do this, I'll believe you."
Hearing the trial task the dryad maiden somewhat hesitantly proposed,
Kiriman didn't find it excessive at all - instead, he felt he had scored another great bargain.
Last time, that wyvern couple and three wyvern eggs from Ammonite Village not only provided him with thousands of Orens in reward but also a full four hundred soul points.
This time, he actually got information about Wyvern Island - wasn't that equivalent to a great treasure waiting for him to excavate?
The witcher could already see countless soul points, numerous dragon eggs, and wyvern materials waving to him.
Next,
Kiriman stayed at this Druids' Circle for a while longer. Besides admiring the rare special scenery, he took out fine wine and delicious food from his storage space, chatting, eating, and building rapport with the dryad maiden Ibol.
When the time was about right,
He took his weapons and set off for the lumber camp mentioned by the old druid Samoyeg, preparing to have a good talk with the lumberjacks there.
He hoped they were a reasonable group of good people who would accept his friendly suggestions.
Otherwise, in this wilderness, no one could guarantee what might happen.
………………
After walking for about ten minutes,
Soon, a somewhat sparse campsite and campfire appeared before Kiriman.
On a large clearing where only tree stumps remained from logging, over a dozen lumberjacks were enthusiastically cutting down surrounding trees with logging tools like axes, crosscut saws, and handsaws.
When they saw the fully armed witcher entering their camp, several immediately dropped their tools, picked up weapons, and surrounded him.
Leading them was a dwarf warrior wearing a horned helmet and heavy armor.
Though not tall, he was bulky, and together with his quite intimidating heavy armor, he looked like an iron block, quite imposing.
Looking at the approaching witcher, the dwarf heavy warrior planted his battle axe before him and shouted loudly:
"Hey! Stop right there, who are you?"
"Why are you here?"
"Speak quickly! We don't welcome strangers here."