The fire was burning, the charcoal occasionally cracked, and the light dimmed. In the tomb passage, light and shadow complement each other, and little Roman sits alone by the fire, his face flushed red from the reflection. For some time, she watched with interest the sparks rising to the top of the cave with the hot air current, and the sparkling eyeballs also moved from bottom to top, and from top to bottom, vividly.
It has been an hour since the tomb collapsed, and it took at least half an hour for the wizards to open a transom before they were able to light the fire. The merchant eldest made a string of cemetery moss with iron rods-God knows why she carries this kind of thing with her. In short, Brando knows that she can always take out a whole set of flint iron pieces to needles and threads in her small leather bag. The package of field supplies—the flames roasted the cemetery moss. This kind of thing is the substrate of the witch’s predictive potion (perception +2, lasts 10 minutes) in the amber sword, no matter from which aspect it is viewed They all looked more like gray moss, but Roman stubbornly thought it was a mushroom.
In short, the merchant lady said it is a mushroom, then it is a mushroom.
Of course, Charles was ashamed to say that the wife of the future lord burned two gold coins in a fire, and could only pretend not to see it, otherwise the best result would be to be invited to eat cemetery moss. Our wizard does not feel that his physical fitness and anti-drug properties are better than his lord, so he decisively respects Insensitivity.
But Charles might be as puzzled as everyone else. His lord had announced his relationship with Miss Roman early, but the two did not look like a couple; this is quite confusing, you should know that in Wo It is normal for a nobleman of Ende to have a wife at the age of fifteen. Those who have not yet married at Brando's age and deeds are not rare, but simply non-existent.
Of course, Charles would occasionally secretly doubt whether his lord had any problems in that regard. In fact, as a knowledgeable highland wizard, he happened to know some ancient herbal medicine recipes. However, Killing Charles didn't dare to raise this question in front of Brando. He had a clever instinct. If he said that, he would definitely be locked in a small dark room.
Therefore, during this period of time, whether it is him or the people below, Miss Roman has been regarded as the lord’s fiancée; but this unmarried state has been going on for almost a year, Brando may not have noticed. But it looks a little strange to outsiders. After deliberation, Charles decided to find an opportunity to mention it to his lord euphemistically, otherwise it would be no good to cause any trouble.
The smell of burnt cemetery moss is a bit like roasted shoes. Such a subtle smell wafts in the cave. What is commendable is that other people can accidentally pretend that they don’t smell it. Charles took a drawing that the apprentice had just finished and stared at the collapsed part of the tomb seriously. , The outward excavation work did not go smoothly, the power of magic was not as strong as imagined, and the key issue was not to dig a channel, but to prevent the sand and rocks from continuing to roll down.
To use the power of magic to support a mountain of nearly fifty meters, Shire thought he had no such ability. Fortunately, the people outside had already contacted Medissa, and when the silver elf princess and the vampire pseudo-mother came together, there was only time left to get through the tunnel.
But at this moment, little Roman suddenly felt that the ground under the tomb passage was shaking slightly.
She raised her head and looked at the other people curiously, but it seemed that no one except her had noticed, but Charles could not help shivering when she saw the merchant lady raising her head, and came over. Asked: "What's wrong, Miss Romance?"
Roman tilted his head and looked at him, and paused for a while, his eyes sparkling as if he was asking: Did you hear anything? But Shire obviously didn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't know what the eldest lady was doing. He looked at Roman inexplicably, and the merchant girl blinked and then asked, "How is Brando?"
"Lord Lord is still down here, don't worry, he is safe and nothing will happen." Charbi replied respectfully, for fear that the lady would ask him to eat cemetery moss if he was upset or happy. But Martha is here, it seems that little Roman is very precious to the "mushrooms" she grilled, and she doesn't plan to share these barbecue cemetery moss-she made up her mind to eat them all for Brando, so she said: "That Nothing, thank you."
Charles wiped a cold sweat and prayed for his lord in his heart, wishing Master Martha, who is walking in the sky, bless the great master's ability to resist toxins, otherwise it would not be too good for him tonight. Charles couldn't help thinking, if Roman kindly asked Brando to eat these cemetery moss, would his lord choose to eat it? Or choose to eat
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but suffocated a slightly malicious smile to the point of internal injuries.
But what Charles didn't know was that after the merchant lady had finished speaking with him, she looked back and seemed to focus on counting sparks again. However, little Roman placed his hands on his cowhide bag properly, actually raising his chin and looking at the other side of the campfire, a young girl sitting right across from her.
The girl was only one or two years older than her, but her expression was very gentle. She looked at Roman as if she was looking at her own child. When she saw Roman seriously handing over a bunch of roasted cemetery moss, she couldn't help but Smiled bitterly. "I'm sorry, little sister, I don't like this kind of food."
"They don't seem to see you." The merchant lady looked at Charles over there and asked. She is not a fool, on the contrary, she has considerable wisdom. Brando has understood this since the night in the refugee camp, but in the eyes of outsiders, this merchant lady is just a weird but fairly easy to get along with.
This is the secret shared by her and Brando, Freya knows a little, and Antitina has guessed something more or less.
The girl nodded: "Because only you can see me, not even the inheritor of the person below."
"Are you talking about Brando?" Romain asked.
"Is that young man Brando, thank you for telling me his name."
"If you want to disadvantage him, I won't talk to you." Roman announced solemnly.
The girl couldn't laugh or cry.
"No, just thank you. I always want to hear about things outside. Besides, if he brought you here, I will only thank him."
"Then why only I can see you?" The merchant asked again curiously.
"Because you are bleeding the same blood as I am." The girl replied. She tilted her head and looked at Roman carefully. But it can be seen that she seems to like this little girl from Buche very much, and her eyes also show satisfaction. And Roman thought for a while, and his little eyebrows stood up, "I have the same blood as you? What this means is, are you my mother?"
The girl smiled bitterly again.
"Of course not," she said: "If you want to say it, I should be your grandmother's grandmother's grandmother..." She suddenly stopped, realizing that she was affected by the other party, and her way of speaking became messy. Can't help but shook his head helplessly: "Well, no kidding, do you know what kind of power you have? I think you should have mastered some too?"
"I know," Roman nodded. "A dwarf told me that I am a warlock because I am born to use magic."
"Oh?"
The girl looked at Roman curiously: "You are not a warlock, you are a witch, and you are a born witch. You are the blood of the witch of destiny. Your natal sign is the daughter of the harp, but after today, it will not be That's it. After today, your natal sign will be the Witch Throne—"
"Roman didn't understand it too well, but the dwarf clearly said that I was a warlock." The merchant girl thought for a while: "And I think the warlock sounds more powerful."
"..."
The first generation of witch kings before the golden age, the creator of thirteen witch bloodlines, and the spouse of the dark dragon Odin-she rarely meets opponents in her lifetime, and she does not think there is an enemy that can defeat her. But to this day, the ice queen has to admit that there are some people in this world that she can't beat. What is called'and I think the warlock sounds more powerful', if someone in her thirteen subordinates dared to tell her this way, she might directly sweep that guy into the ice maze with a spell To suffer forever.
But now she has a better temper. Besides, she may not be able to deal with her offspring. What's more, the most important thing is that there is not enough time. She can meet a true heir before her power is dying. , This is already a joyous thing.
The first generation of witch king had no choice but to coax: "Don't worry, even if you accept my inheritance, you can still retain the ability of the warlock." When the girl said this, she wanted to hit the wall next to her. Death is obviously the gift of the Witch of Destiny to cast spells, but it must be said that it is the power of a warlock, and she can't refute it—you know that the warlock is their sorrow's enemy, what is she talking about! ? If it weren't for image, the legendary witch king would almost cry.
She personally gave her the qualifications to become the King of Witches, something that many people couldn't even think of, but she had to coax a little girl with her. This was simply a ruin.
Roman thought about it carefully.
As a businessman, she still has to plan carefully. But in the end, she probably nodded cautiously because she felt that there was no loss.
"Good boy." The Witch King said weakly, and even the novelty of seeing his descendants after countless years had disappeared. She put a hand on Roman's forehead, and the merchant lady suddenly felt countless knowledge pouring into her mind.
"I'm almost out of power, so I can't give you more help, but the knowledge I give you will definitely help you one day." The girl sighed, "Maybe it's a destiny in the future, you just happen to be It is a witch of the destiny family. This knowledge will gradually play a role as you grow up, but the key is to remember that the mark I gave you the witch king is the only mark to open the treasure of the witch kingdom, one day you will Unify thirteen bloodlines, this mark will play a huge role, do you understand?"
Roman dizzy, she hugged her head and nodded seemingly.
Seeing her like this, the girl couldn't help sighing, her only successor turned out to be like this, and she didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse for a while. But whether it's right or wrong, the first generation witch king doesn't want to stay here for a while. She is afraid that this little girl will choke her to death with her ingenuity. She feels that her limited majesty can't stand such a toss. .
She retracted her finger, stayed there for only a moment, and then disappeared into the tomb in the next moment.
Just leaving Roman to look left and right, he didn't figure out what happened for a while.
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