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- Scene 253: Mark of the Witch King
The fire was burning, the charcoal made an occasional crackling sound, and the light dimmed a bit. The light and shadow in the tomb passage complement each other. Little Roman sat alone by the fire, his little face flushed by the reflection. For some time, she watched with great interest as the sparks rose to the top of the cave along with the thermal currents, and the bright eyes moved from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom, vividly.
An hour had passed since the tomb collapsed, and the wizards spent at least half an hour opening a transom before they could light a fire. Miss Shang*** strung the cemetery moss into strings with an iron drill - God knows why she would carry this kind of thing with her. In short, Brando knew that she could always take out a complete set of flint iron from her small cowhide bag. Field supplies ranging from pieces to sewing kits - the flames sizzled the graveyard moss. This kind of thing is the base of the witch's potion of foresight (Wisdom +2, lasting 10 minutes) in the Amber Sword. It doesn't matter where it comes from. On the one hand, it looked more like gray moss, but Roman stubbornly believed it was a mushroom.
In short, Ms. Shang*** said it is a mushroom, then it is a mushroom.
Of course, Charles was embarrassed to say that the future lord's wife burned two gold coins in one fire, so he could only pretend not to see it, otherwise the best result would be to be invited to eat graveyard moss. Our Mr. Wizard does not feel that his physical fitness and resistance to poison are better than his lord, so he decisively expresses his gratitude.
But Charles was just as confused as everyone else. His lord had announced his relationship with Miss Roman early, but they didn't look like a couple. This was quite puzzling, considering that in Wo It is normal for a benevolent noble to have a wife at the age of fifteen. People with Brando's age and achievements who have not yet started a family are not rare, but do not exist at all.
Of course, Charles would occasionally secretly wonder if his lord had any problems in that regard. In fact, as a knowledgeable highland wizard, he happened to know some ancient herbal medicine recipes. But Charles didn't dare to raise this question in front of Brando even if he beat him to death. He had a smart intuition that if he said that, he would definitely be locked up 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 fianc¨¦e of the lord. However, this unmarried state has lasted for more than a year, and Brando may not have noticed it yet. But to outsiders, it seems a bit strange. Ciel thought about it and decided to find an opportunity to mention it to his lord tactfully, otherwise it would be bad to cause any trouble.
The smell of burnt cemetery moss is a bit like baked shoes. Such a subtle smell was floating in the cave. What was commendable was that others could pretend not to smell it in unison and as if nothing had happened. Charles held a drawing that the apprentice had just finished and stared at the collapsed part of the tomb seriously. , the outward excavation work is not going smoothly, the power of magic is not as powerful as imagined, and the key issue is not to dig a passage, but to prevent the sand and stones above from continuing to roll down.
It is necessary to use the power of magic to support a mountain of nearly fifty meters. Ciel does not think he has the ability. Fortunately, people outside had already contacted Medissa, and it was only a matter of time until the silver elf princess came with the vampire tomboy to open the tunnel.
But at this moment, little Roman suddenly felt the ground under the tomb passage shaking slightly.
She raised her head and looked at the others curiously, but it seemed that no one except her had noticed it. However, Charles couldn't help but shuddered when he saw the business lady raising her head. Scalp came over and asked: "What happened, Miss Roman?"
Roman tilted his head and looked at him, paused for a while, his bright eyes seemed to ask: Did you hear anything? But Ciel obviously doesn't have the ability to read minds, so he has no idea what this young lady is up to. He looked at Roman inexplicably. The business lady blinked her eyes and changed her words and asked, "Is Brando okay?"
"The Lord is still down there, don't worry, he is safe and nothing will happen to him." Charles replied respectfully, fearing that the young lady would treat him to some grave moss if she was unhappy or happy. But Martha is on top. It seems that Roman is very precious about the mushrooms she grilled and has no intention of sharing these barbecued graveyard moss - she is determined to give them all to Brando, so she said: " That¡¯s nothing, thank you.¡±
Ciel wiped a cold sweat and prayed for his lord in his heart, hoping that Lord Martha walking in the sky would protect his great master's ability to resist toxins, otherwise tonight would not be too easy for him. Charles couldn't help but think to himself, if Roman asked Brando to eat these cemetery moss with a kind face, then would his lord choose to eat it?Or should I choose to eat?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh a little maliciously to the point of internal injury.
But what Charles didn¡¯t know was that after the merchant lady finished speaking to him, she turned around and seemed to have focused her attention on counting sparks again. However, little Roman placed his hands on his cowhide bag in a regular manner. He actually raised his chin and looked at the girl sitting directly opposite her on the other side of the bonfire.
The girl was only a year or two older than her, but her expression was very gentle. She looked at Roman as if she were her own child. When she saw Roman seriously handing over a bunch of roasted grave moss, she couldn't help but He smiled wryly. "I'm sorry, little sister, I don't like eating this kind of thing."
"They don't seem to be able to see you." The merchant lady looked at Ciel over there and asked. She was not stupid, on the contrary, she was quite intelligent. Brando has understood this since that night in the refugee camp, but in the eyes of outsiders, this business lady is just a weird but easy-to-get-together person.
This is a secret shared by her and Brando. Freya knows a little about it, and Antitina has more or less guessed something.
The girl nodded: "Because only you can see me, not even the inheritor of the person below."
"Are you talking about Brando?" Roman asked.
"Is that young man's name Brando? Thank you for telling me his name."
"If you want to harm him, I won't talk to you." Roman declared seriously.
The girl didn¡¯t know whether to laugh or cry.
"No, I'm just saying thank you. I always want to hear what's going on outside. Besides, he brought you here, so I'll just thank him."
"Then why can only I see you?" The businesswoman asked again curiously.
"Because you have the same blood as me." 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 Butchi very much, and there is a look of satisfaction in her eyes. Roman thought for a while and raised his little eyebrows, "My body bleeds the same as yours? Does this mean you are 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 and realized that she was affected by the other party, and even the way she spoke became messy. He couldn't help but shook his head helplessly: "Okay, no kidding, do you know what kind of power you have? I think you should have mastered some of it, right?"
"I know," Roman nodded: "A dwarf told me that I was a warlock because I was born with the ability to use magic."
"oh?"
The girl glanced at Roman curiously: "You are not a warlock, you are a witch, and a natural witch. You are the blood of the Witch of Destiny, and your zodiac 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¡ª¡ª"
"Roman didn't understand very well, but the dwarf clearly said that I was a warlock." The businesswoman thought for a while: "And I think a warlock sounds more powerful."
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The first generation Witch King before the golden age, the founder of the thirteen witch bloodlines, the consort of the Dark Dragon Odin - she rarely met an opponent in her lifetime, and she did not think there was an enemy who could defeat her. But to this day, the Ice Queen has to admit that there are some people in this world that she cannot defeat. What does "and I think warlocks sound more powerful"? If anyone among her thirteen subordinates dared to say this to her during her lifetime, she might just sweep that guy into the ice labyrinth with a spell. Go and suffer for eternity.
But now her temper has improved a lot. Besides, she may not be able to deal with her own offspring. What's more, the most important thing is that time is running out. She can meet a true successor before her power is about to disappear. , this is already overjoyed.
The first-generation Witch King had no choice but to coax: "Don't worry, even if you accept my inheritance, you can still retain the ability of a warlock." When the girl said this, she almost wanted to bang her head against the wall next to her. Death is obviously the innate spell-casting ability of the Witch of Destiny, but she wants to use it as the power of the Warlock, and she can't refute it - you must know that the Warlock is the mortal enemy of their witches, what the hell is she talking about! ? If it weren't for his image, the legendary Witch King would have almost burst into tears.
She was given the qualification to become the King of Witches by herself. She had to coax and lie to a little girl about something that many people could not even imagine. This was simply a shame.His reputation was ruined.
Roman thought about it carefully.
As a businessman, she still has to be careful with her budget. But in the end, probably because she felt that she had gained more than lost, she nodded cautiously.
"Good boy," the Witch King said feebly, even the novelty of seeing his descendants countless years away had disappeared. She put her hand on Roman's forehead, and the businesswoman suddenly felt countless knowledge pouring into her mind.
"I'm almost out of strength, so I can't give you more help, but the knowledge I give you will definitely be of great help to you one day." The girl sighed, "Maybe it's fate, but you are just right You are a witch of the destiny series. This knowledge will gradually come into play as you grow up, but the key is that you must remember that the mark of the Witch King I gave you is the only mark that can open the treasure of the Witch Kingdom. One day you will To unify the thirteen bloodlines, this mark will play a huge role, do you understand?"
Roman was feeling dizzy. She held her head and nodded in understanding.
Seeing her like this, the girl couldn't help but sigh. She didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse that her only successor looked like this. But regardless of whether it was right or wrong, the first-generation Witch King did not want to stay here for a moment longer. She was afraid that this little girl would choke her to death again with another ingenuity. She felt that her limited majesty could not withstand such a torment. .
She retracted her finger, only staying there for a moment, and then disappeared into the tomb the next moment.
Roman was left looking left and right, still not understanding what was going on.
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