"Islini's prophecy describes the bloodline of His Highness Karans' family in detail." The fire in the candlestick on the dining table shone the magical face of the sorcerer. "I believe everyone has heard of it."

"This book of prophecy has dozens of versions, and has been added to the "World's Largest Encyclopedia" that is being compiled. Humans, elves, dwarves, dwarves, and dwarves, are more or less aware of it." King Bran stroked his beard and his voice was very low. "She accurately predicted the decline of the elves and the war in the Northland not long ago."

"The prophecy about blood is by no means a beautiful description," Mossak's eyes moved between Chiri and Karans's stomachs, and a hint of sorrow appeared in his deep eyes. "The ancient blood, the curse blood, and what other world endings are related."

Curse? The end of the world?

Karanshe shook her head and clearly remembered that her dead husband, East Tursek, had witnessed the power of his daughter Paveta at the dinner party for a son-in-law, and knew that ancient blood was flowing in the royal family of Sintra.

He believed that his character, which was bursting with SKELY, was unwilling to have children.

Later, when Sintra was at risk of destruction and his plea, he agreed and became pregnant with the child in his belly.

But I didn't expect it.

Both daughters and granddaughter inherited this so-called ancient blood?

And they can't touch each other?

The queen of Sintra's face turned white in everyone's eyes.

A sense of panic surged in her heart.

I have not awakened the ominous power in the prophecy and have lost the country, two husbands, daughters, and relatives of the royal family.

Wouldn't the future fate of Xili and the child in her belly be even more tragic?

...

"Your Highness, you don't need to worry too much... Prophecy is just a possibility of fate." Yennaef gave everyone at the dining table a reassuring look, "and human beings can create more beautiful possibilities through their own efforts - I always firmly believe that the power of blood can be restrained and utilized."

"Just like when humans were born, they could only lie in their mother's arms and sob, but walking was their instinct."

"The power of ancient blood is also Xiri, and the instinct of the children in your belly... But they have just awakened this power, and toddlers will inevitably fall."

"If you train under the right guidance, believe me," she glanced at Xiri, who thought of the days of hard practice of magic in the past, and smiled timidly, "Sooner or later, they will be able to master this power, learn to walk, then run, and finally fly!"

"Ms Yennefa..." Mossak looked at the sorcerer with a bright look and questioned, "If I remember correctly, the power you master is called spells, which comes from the chaos energy that spreads all over the world. If you don't have ancient blood, how can you be proficient in the methods of training them?"

"Dear Master Druid, your question is very wonderful. According to my examination of Xili, the ancient blood power side is magic. She is a natural caster! And I still have a good idea of ​​how to release magic, which can help Xili avoid detours."

"You mean Dharma Source?" The druid stopped with his bearded big hand.

Everyone present changed their faces, and their eyes turned to the little girl who violated Carranser's request and secretly drank the third cup of blueberry juice.

The girl smiled awkwardly, and her teeth flashed with blue gloss under the candlelight.

"No!" Karanser suddenly seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulation. He held the armrest of the chair with both hands and wanted to get up. "I will not hand over Xiri or my little daughter to the Aritusa Magic Academy! The bloodline of the Sintra family must not become a female warlock who cannot give birth to offspring!"

"Don't be impatient, your highness." The sorcerer walked to her and put his hands on her shoulder comfortably. The queen calmed down instantly. "They don't need to go to Goth Villen. I will stay here to guide. If I don't have enough, wouldn't there be Master Mossac?"

The druid nodded and touched the girl's little head with a warm big hand. "The way of nature involves the use of chaotic energy, and you can speak as long as you need it."

"And the reason why the sorcerer is unable to give birth is not because of the power they have." Yennefa's pretty face flashed with a hint of sadness, and he remembered the sad and painful past, "but extremely inhuman and non-essential magical transformation."

"I promise that Xiri and the little princess in your belly will never have any problems with this!"

Karanser then took a deep breath and relaxed his tight body.

"Under the gradual training, they will stand in this world full of dangers with the power of their blood..." The sorcerer's voice was gentle but powerful, "Protect yourself, protect your loved ones, and even help you achieve the great cause of restoration!"

"Xiri is gifted and can definitely become a powerful warlock who calls the wind and rain!"

"And you should have also seen that during the battle of Soden Mountain, the two warlocks had a huge impact on the entire war!"

"Chiri, learn magic and help Sintra fight?" Karansse shook his head, and his green eyes turned to the opposite side. Although he knew something, his naughty granddaughter was still naughty. After imagination, his own girl stood in the army, with flames and lightning spurting out of her palms.

But the tide of arrow rain fell on their heads again.

Let them be in danger in an instant!

"No!" Karanser said sincerely, "It is my responsibility and my burden to restore Sintra. It does not belong to Ciri, or my little daughter."

"I just want them to live healthy and happy." During the period when her granddaughter disappeared, she had reflected on countless times and had already figured it out, "I no longer ask for more!"

"No problem at all!" Yennaef nodded, looking at Xiri with loving eyes, "As long as they make good use of their talents, even without us being protected by our side, ordinary soldiers will not be able to hurt them."

"Ms. Yennefa..." Karanser hesitated for a moment, "Why are you so kind to Cili? Thinking about her everywhere?"

"I guess I love the house and the Ugly." Kratz drank honey and his tone was slightly sour. "I don't know, she is very close to Geralt. Isn't there an unexpected rhythm between the white-haired witch hunter and Little Cialis?"

"It's fate again?" Karans's mouth twitched, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

Geralt has fully proved his concern for Cili.

Fate is sometimes more reliable than blood relationship.

"It's not just Geralt..." Yennefa suddenly tightened the little girl's hand, and his violet eyes turned to the pair of green eyes.

The two pairs of eyes reflected each other's appearance.

"If I hadn't been forcibly transformed by Aritusa and lost my fertility, I would have been married and I should have such a lovely daughter."

"Hmph, Ms. Ye, don't you like to call me an ugly girl?" Xiri pursed, "Why do you say I'm cute again?"

“…”

"I don't know if the baby lions of Sintra are adorable...but they are 100% troublesome," King Bran joked. "She has been to the archipelago to escape the summer and winter, creating chaos and making pranks everywhere. I remember one time when she transformed one of Birna's favorite underwear into a fishing net, and with Halma, Caris took a fat-headed fish and handed it over to the cook to cook," Bran held his wife's hand and smiled. "It almost made Birna faint at that time."

"She has caused you a lot of headaches, right?"

The sorcerer smiled.

"So please, Yennefa," said Carranser. "In the days ahead, Ciri, and the children in my belly, I hope you can give me some guidance."

The sorcerer nodded with a smile.

And King Bran noticed that the little girl began to yawn frequently.

"The two of you are tired from the boat tonight, so the discussion will end here? Wait until tomorrow morning, and we will go to worship Easter together."

"Then can I sleep with my grandmother? I want to hug the baby." Xili's eyes flashed.

"Girl, if you don't want your future aunt to have an accident, just sleep with me!" said the sorcerer.

"snort!"

...

The next morning, a golden warm sun hung over Little Skelliger Island. The air was stuffy and humid, and a thick and thick fog rose on the sea.

A ray of sunlight illuminates the hills north of the castle.

Grandchildren of Karanthe and the sorcerer followed the long stone staircase to a white marble tombstone.

"Grandpa... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run around mischievously. If I had been by your side, you wouldn't have had anything to do..." The little girl knelt in front of the straw mat, rubbing the epitaph on the stone tablet with one hand, and wiping tears with the other hand,

"Little girl, what does this have to do with you? Those with thin arms and short legs still want to fight with the Black Armor Army?" Ye shook his head and laughed.

"I'm incompetent." Karanser blamed himself with a shy belly, "Master Roy had already informed the fate of our country in advance. I had prepared for half a year, but I still couldn't change the ending!"

"Wait, what does it mean to tell in advance?" The sorcerer raised his slender eyebrows. During the months at Gaowen House, she had to hear the guy's name, what was the initiative of the brotherhood, what was the strongest demon hunter who tamed the griffin beast, and what was the slaughter of a dragon in another realm, "Can he still predict, astrology?"

Karanser nodded and caressed the thick cotton jacket on his belly lovingly, half grateful and half sad.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes or heard with my own ears, I wouldn't believe that a witch hunter had completely guessed the entire process of the Battle of Sintra! and the ending of East..."

"It sounds like such a detailed sound, not an ordinary prophecy."

"Master Roy helped Sintra a lot, but unfortunately we failed his expectations. But I still owe him something."

“What are you referring to?”

"He is leaving my little daughter as reward for Accident Ru." Karanss sighed with a complicated face. She is no longer so repulsive of Accident Ru that the witch hunter is, after all, this little Cili who saved her.

The sorcerer's pale face was stunned.

Violet eyes swept across the round face of Sintra's queen.

You are very close to the demon hunter.

Geralt is leaving your granddaughter, Cialis, and Roy books the baby in your belly again.

How do you feel that the queen has become a production tool for the witch hunter?

The sorcerer seemed to smell a conspiracy.

Cili fisted at the air, "Two years ago, Roy took Geralt to rescue me under the Broccolith Queen Aisna, and later helped Geralt find me in Livia, Uncle Jurga's house!"

"It's a pity that there are bad guys looking for him everywhere, and he dare not show up at Gao Wen's house."

"According to such a coincidence, there is no bond between you, why can he always find you?" The sorcerer was amazed, looking at the shimmering sea outside the mountain, muttering to himself.

"Roy gave me a very friendly feeling, like the so-called "saw"

"It's the same when I see it!"

Cialis frowned into caterpillars and nodded, recalling, "It's very similar to how I feel about my aunt."

"Tell me carefully." Karanser learned about his granddaughter's thoughts for the first time.

"A feeling of blood connection."

“…”
To be continued...