The Amber Sword

The fire burned, the charcoal occasionally crackled, and the light dimmed. Little Roman sat alone by the fire and his little face was all red. For some time she watched with interest as the hot air flow rose to the top of the hole, and the bright crystalline eyes moved from bottom to top, and from top to bottom, flexibly appearing.

It's been an hour since the grave collapsed, and the wizards took at least half an hour to open an air-window, which allowed them to ignite the fire. The businesswoman brazed the graveyard moss into a string of iron -- God knows why she carried this stuff with her, and Brando knew that her small cowhide bag always contained a whole set of wild supplies, ranging from stone iron chips to needle bags —— and the flame brewed the graveyard moss, which in the sword of Amber was the substrate for the witch's predictor (perception +2 for 10 minutes), which looked more like gray moss from either side, but Roman stubbornly thought it was a mushroom.

Anyway, the businesswoman says it's a mushroom, so it's a mushroom.

Charles, of course, is embarrassed to say that the future Lady of Lords burned down two gold coins, only to pretend she didn't see them, otherwise the best result would be to be invited to eat graveyard moss. Our wizards do not feel that their physical qualities and resistance are better than that of their lords, so we are indecisive.

Charles, however, did not try to be as confused as everyone else. His lord had announced his relationship with Miss Roman earlier, but the two did not look like a couple; this was rather confusing, knowing that it was only normal to have a wife's office at the age of fifteen in the Warnde aristocracy, such as Brando, who was not yet a family member, not Cape Phoenix, but simply did not exist.

Charles, of course, secretly and badly wonders if his lord has any problems in that regard, and in fact, as a knowledgeable highland wizard, he happens to know some ancient herbalist formulas. But killing Charles didn't dare ask the question in front of Brando, and he had a smart instinct that if he did, he would be locked up in a little black house.

Thus, for the time being, both he and those below him have been proportionate to Miss Roman's fiancée; however, this unmarried state of affairs has lasted almost a year or so, and Brando may not have noticed it, but it seems strange to outsiders. Charles wanted to think about it, and decided to find an opportunity to gently talk to his lord, otherwise it wouldn't be good to cause chaos.

The smell of burnt graveyard moss, kind of like roasted shoes. Such a delicate smell scattered in the cave, it is impossible to be expensive for others to pretend not to smell the same place, Charles took a drawing just painted by an apprentice and stared at the part of the cave that had collapsed, the excavation was not progressing smoothly, the power of magic was not as powerful as imagined, and the key issue was not to dig a passage, but to prevent the sandstone from continuing to roll down.

Charles thinks he doesn't have the power to support a mountain of nearly 50 meters with magical powers. Fortunately, the people outside have contacted Metissa, and when that Silver Fairy Princess comes along with the vampire fake woman, it's only a matter of time before we open the tunnel.

But it was at this time that little Roman suddenly felt the ground under the graveyard vibrating slightly.

She looked up curiously at the others, just as no one else seemed to notice except her, but Charles saw the businesswoman raise her head and couldn't help but fight a cold war and came over with a hard scalp and asked, “What's wrong, Miss Roman? ”

Roman looked at him with his head crooked and stopped for a moment. The crystalline eyes seemed to be asking: Did you hear something? But Charles obviously didn't have the ability to read his mind, so he had no idea what the young lady was up to. He looked at Roman somehow, and the businesswoman blinked her eyes and asked, “Is Brando okay? ”

“Lord is still down there, don't worry, he's safe and nothing will happen.” Shelby replied respectfully, fearing that the young lady would treat him to graveyard moss as soon as she was unhappy or happy. But Martha was up there, looking like Little Roman was a treasure to herself, not going to share these barbecue graveyard moss —— she decided to give it all to Brando, so she said, "That's all right, thank you. ”

Charles wiped a cold sweat and prayed for his lord. May Lord Martha, who is in heaven, bless the great master with his ability to resist toxins. Otherwise, tonight will not be too good for him. Charles couldn't help but wonder, if Roman had kindly invited Brando to eat these graveyard moss, what would his lord have chosen to eat? Or do you choose to eat?

To think of it, he couldn't help but grin a little uncomfortably into the inner wound.

But what Charles didn't know was that the businesswoman, after talking to him, turned around and seemed to focus on Mars again. Little Roman, however, routinely put his hands on his cowhide bag, in fact, lifted his little chin and looked at the other side of the campfire, a young girl sitting directly opposite her.

The young girl was a year or two older than her, but she was very gentle, looking at Roman as if looking at her own child, she saw Roman seriously handing over a string of roasted cemetery moss and couldn't help but smile. “Sorry, little sister, I don't like eating this stuff. ”

“They don't seem to see you.” The businesswoman looked at Charles over there and asked, "She's not a fool, she's pretty smart, on the contrary. Brando had understood that since that night in the camp, but in the eyes of outsiders, the businesswoman was just a strange, but well-behaved person.

It's a secret she shares with Brando, and Freya knows a little bit, and Antittina more or less guesses something.

The girl nodded: "Because only you can see me, not even the heir of the person below. ”

“You mean Brando?” Roman asked.

“Is that young man Brando, thank you for telling me his name. ”

“I won't talk to you if you want to be against him.” Roman made a serious announcement.

Girls can't stop laughing.

“No, I just wanted to say thank you. I always wanted to hear about the outside world. Besides, he brought you here, and I'll just thank him. ”

“Then why am I the only one who can see you?” The businesswoman asked curiously.

'Cause you have the same blood as me. ”The girl replied that she had missed her head and looked closely at Roman. But as you can see, she seems to like this little girl from Butch, and has a satisfying look in her eyes. And Roman thought for a moment, little eyebrows up," Do I have the same blood on me as you? Does that mean you're my mom? ”

The young girl smiled again.

“Of course not," she said, "I should be your grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother... I couldn't help shaking my head:" Okay, no kidding. Do you know what kind of power you have? I assume you've mastered something, too? ”

“I know,” Roman nodded. “A dwarf told me that I was a magician, because I was born with magic. ”

“Oh?”

The girl looked at Roman curiously: "You are not a magician, you are a witch, and you are a natural witch. You have the blood of the Destiny Witch family, and your zodiac constellation is the daughter of the harp, but not after today. After today, your zodiac horoscope is the Witch Throne..."

“Roman didn't get it, but the dwarf clearly said I was a magician.” Miss Merchant thought about it: "And I think the magician sounds better. ”

“ …… ”

Before the Golden Age, the first generation of witch kings, the creator of thirteen Witch bloodlines, the spouse of Dark Dragon Odin - she rarely saw her opponents in her lifetime, nor did she think she could defeat her enemies. Until today, however, the Ice Queen had to admit that some people in the world could not defeat her either. What do you mean, 'and I think the magician sounds a little more powerful'? If someone in her thirteen subordinates had dared to say that to her, she might have swept the guy into the ice maze with a single spell.

However, her temper is good now. Besides, she doesn't necessarily have enough time to face her offspring, and most importantly, before her strength approaches extinction, she can meet a real heir, which is already a pleasant thing.

"Don't worry, even if you accept my inheritance, you can still retain the magician's abilities.” When a young girl says this, she really wants to kill herself on the wall next to her, obviously it is the talented ability of Destiny Witches to impose magic, preferably as the power of a magician, and she can't refute it - you know that magicians are the dead enemy of their witches, what is her name?!? If not for the image, the legendary Witch King would almost cry.

She personally qualified herself as the King of Witches, something that no one could think of, but she had to con a little girl, which was‘ disgraceful '.

Roman thought it over.

As a businessman, she still has to do the math. In the end, however, she nodded cautiously, probably because she felt that she was making no money.

“Good boy," the Witch King said impatiently, vanishing even the novelty of seeing her descendants after countless years at first. She reached a little over Roman's forehead and the businesswoman instantly felt innumerable knowledge pouring into her mind.

“I'm running out of strength, so I can't give you any more help, but the knowledge I give you is bound to help you enormously one day.” Girl sighs, "perhaps destiny in the underworld, you happen to be a witch of destiny, this knowledge will gradually work as you grow up, but the key is to remember that the mark I gave you to the Witch King is the only mark that opens the treasure of the Kingdom of Witches, one day you will unite thirteen bloodlines, this mark will play a huge role, you understand? ”

Roman was dizzy, she held her head and nodded like she didn't understand the place.

The girl looked at her like this and couldn't help but sigh. Her only heir was like this. She had no idea that blessing was evil at all. But whether right or wrong, the first generation of witch king did not want to stay here for a moment. She was afraid that the little girl would choke her to death. She felt that her limited majesty could not withstand such torment.

She retracted her fingers, stayed only for a moment, and then disappeared into the grave the next moment.

Just leave Roman to look left, look right, and not know what happened yet.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)