Ramiro I's face changed abruptly, lasting only a fraction of a second.

Then he returned to normal, waved his hand blankly and walked out of the crowd of watchful eyes under the watchful eyes of the priest and the soldiers.

It wasn't until he got into the carriage brought by the servant that he was furious and said, "Talking about the future crown prince in vain, aren't you afraid of death?"

He coldly questioned his housekeeper: "How can anyone be judged to be born as soon as he is born... Determined to be a wizard?"

Milaro's doubts naturally have his reason, he has dealt with the people of the church countless times in half his life, and has also helped them execute as many as a dozen wizards, whether it is a male witch, a witch, a real thing, a swagger or a deception, but most of them are in their twenties, and the youngest one is fifteen or sixteen years old.

He didn't know the exact cause of the wizard, but he knew that his son he hadn't met had been born for less than a month, and it was crazy to call a one-month-old child "wizard".

The old butler was about to cry: "Master, I'm not joking with you, just go over and take a look." ”

Seeing the miserable face of this butler who had been with him for more than ten years, Ramiro I's heart sank straight to the bottom.

"Tell me everything you know!" Ramiro said in a deep voice.

The butler didn't dare to hide it, and he confessed what had happened in the Earl's Castle in the month that Ramiro had left.

At that time, not long after Ramiro left, his wife gave birth to a baby boy, and the countess named him Cizerville, which she had negotiated with Count Ramiro for a long time.

When Zevier was born, he looked no different from the others. The cry is loud, the hungry feed, and when full, go to sleep.

But soon, others noticed that something was wrong.

The Countess went to the toilet one night, and when she woke up, the baby was crying when she found her mother away. With this cry, the wall from the bedroom to the toilet collapsed, and a straight passage collapsed. From the bedroom to the toilet, the countess who was sitting alone on the toilet was scared and fell into the toilet.

The maids lifted the frightened lady out of the toilet and into the bedroom, where the baby crawled down the collapsed corridor until they put the mother and son back together, and the boy stopped crying.

That night, the castle was brightly lit, chickens and dogs jumped, and the guards decided that someone had broken into the castle, so they collapsed the wall, but after searching for a long time, they could not find the culprit, and finally they could only blame the craftsman who built the castle for cutting corners, and the master in charge of supervising the construction of the castle gave twenty lashes, and the matter was over.

But the matter was not over, and another week passed, and on this day, several fruit growers outside the castle brought freshly picked cherries, which were so red that the Countess liked them very much. In addition to eating cherries, she used cherries to tease her children, and the red cherries dangled in front of Zevier, who liked the red gadgets very much and wanted to eat cherries.

But the lady only teased him, and had no other meaning, after all, such a big child can't eat fruit, only milk. So after teasing for a while, he took the cherry back.

Unexpectedly, after a short time when he was brought back, Zevel was not pleased, and he began to cry again, so the lady hastened to nurse him, and ordered the maid to take away her cherries.

But it was a terrible disaster, and the Czevel in the cradle cried, and hundreds of cherries flew in from outside the castle, smashed the glass, and piled up in the lady's room. In less than a minute, the cherry rushed out of Madame's room like a flood, smashed the wooden door, and swept several of the maids in the corridor down the stairs, knocking the guards who had come to escort her to the ground.

"On that day, all the cherry growers in the entire region of Aragon were almost bankrupt and the fruit from their trees was gone. And while the guards use the basin to remove the cherries as high as the mountain, your child is sitting... Sitting in the cherry and laughing..."

The butler said, his voice getting lower and lower, Ramiro's face turned pale, and his heart was cold and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "And then?"

"And then..."

The butler looked at Ramiro in horror: "Since that day, Madame has repelled all the guards and maids, sealed them off, and then stayed with your children without leaving an inch, not daring to go anywhere. ”

Hearing the butler say this, Ramiro breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the carriage stopped, and the master and servant returned to the Earl's Castle.

Ramiro left the carriage, stomped his feet, shook off the guards and walked alone towards the depths of the palace. Only his staff and butlers followed closely behind him.

It didn't take long for him to make his way through the heavily sealed outer courtyard of the castle to the inner courtyard of the castle.

Here, he stopped his lieutenants and butlers, and did not let them follow him.

Milaro walked alone down the long hallway that led to his wife's bedroom.

The brazier in the hallway was blazing, but he didn't feel any warmth when he entered the place.

The brazier is like an eye, every time he passes through a brazier, an eye will open and look at him coldly, the invisible oppression is indescribable, as if he is being watched by the gods, all the secrets in his heart are revealed at a glance, whether it is he once plotted murder, or fornicated with the maid in the toilet, or fell into the dung pit when he was a child, no matter how big or small, he was seen clearly, and there was no privacy at all.....

Ramiro has been left behind since he was a child, and he has been working for several years to get to where he is now, but under this strange pressure, he rarely retreated, but when he thought that it was just his son and wife, he gritted his teeth, forcibly resisted the strange pressure, and walked straight forward.

The pressure was getting more and more, and he could only hear his own thick gasps, and even the brazier in front of him seemed to be twisted, and the ground under his feet turned into wriggling flesh, making it difficult for him to move forward.

But Ramiro withstood the pressure, and although every step he took felt like stepping over a step of more than ten meters, he finally withstood it.

By the time he finally reached the bedroom door of his wife and children, he was sweating profusely and looked like he had been fished out of water.

When he opened the door, he saw his wife holding a young son in her arms, on a four-poster bed, smiling at him.

His wife was smiling, and the baby in her arms was purring and staring at him curiously with round eyes. The baby is carved in pink and looks so cute.

"Mia!"

He called out to his wife in prostration, staring at the baby boy in his wife's arms.

"Ramiro..."

His wife called him tenderly, hugged his young son tightly, and the invisible pressure weakened a little, and King Ramiro I tightened his light armor, gritted his teeth and came to the four-pillar bed.

The baby gradually lost his curiosity about him, or maybe he was hungry, and he stretched out his little hand to scratch at his mother's chest to find milk to drink.

The moment the baby looked away, the pressure suddenly disappeared, and Ramiro I's shoulders suddenly relaxed.

He let out a long breath and said, "Come, let me hug me." ”

He reached out to the child he had never met, and snatched him from his mother's arms. It was such a simple action that caused the baby to cry.

As soon as the baby cried, Ramiro felt himself being struck by an invisible wind, and the tremendous force pushed him towards the door. He clung to the baby and didn't let him out of his arms.

Ding Lingdang rumbled......

At the terrible screams of his wife, he stepped back, smashing the vase, knocking over the table, and slamming the door.

But Milaro still did not let go, and the baby cried louder, and his calves kicked wildly, and his arms slashed, and with his movements, the whole Count's castle staggered, and the dust and stones fell straight down. It looks like it's in the center of an 8-magnitude earthquake.

Ramiro was horrified, he had thought as he passed the hallway that this kid might be terrible, but he never expected it to be so terrifying.

Cracking sound....

The brazier in the corridor smashed to the ground, the chandelier above his head shattered the ground, and in the frenzy of retreat, he hit a toppled brazier, and he fell to the ground, his face was cut by the gravel with a deep notch, and he subconsciously hugged the boy tightly to prevent him from being injured by the falling stones.

Finally, after more than ten seconds of desperate fear, the baby boy probably wanted to catch his breath, and his crying was interrupted. Then the ground stopped shaking, and the wind ceased.

The grizzled Miraro immediately rose from the ground, he was covered in tatters, and the plain robe he had worn from Pamplona, the capital of Navarre, was burned to the ground.

Blood fell from his cheek and dripped onto the finger of the baby in his arms, who sucked the blood from his finger and smacked his mouth a few times, watching Ramiro's eyes gradually calm down, and even reached out to touch his chin.

Ramiro I panted and stared at the baby he was holding in his arms, God knows what he was holding!?

At this moment, the staff and butlers, who were aware of the anomaly, hurriedly rushed in from the outside, followed by a large group of panicked guards.

The butler saw Ramiro I, who was standing in the corridor with the baby in his arms, and quickly opened his arms to stop the others outside.

The staff hurriedly came to Ramiro's side, looked at the baby in disbelief, and said in shock: "I have never seen such a powerful magic power fluctuation, it's terrible, it's terrible, it's terrible....."

He shuddered: "The average wizard heir will complete the awakening at the age of ten, but it is far from the level of your child, if he is allowed to grow up alive, he will definitely be an extremely terrifying wizard." ”

The experienced staff said this, and Ramiro I also broke out in a cold sweat.

Aragon, and indeed the entire kingdom of Navarre, was founded on Catholicism. Catholicism is their core faith, the foundation on which they stand.

And the most disgusting thing in the church is heresy, among which the most severe suppression and attack is wizards and witches, and there is no difference between treating wizards and witches as treating devils, but whenever a wizard is found, he must be killed on the spot.

If people find out that the baby they gave birth to is a wizard, a demon, then... The consequences are unimaginable.

He was born out of wedlock, and his legitimacy is questionable, and if he puts on the hat of a wizard father, then this king can't sit down no matter what he thinks.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Ramiro I became, he looked at the fat cheek of the baby in his arms, and the palm of his other hand slowly touched the saber at his waist.

At this moment, the Countess rushed out of the corridor with her chest clutched, and snatched the baby from his arms.

"You... What do you want to do?"

The Countess held her child in her arms, looked at Ramiro vigilantly, and screamed, "I warn you, this is your own flesh and blood." ”

"Master," the staff stepped forward and said decisively, "I can't stay, the power of the church is everywhere, he must be baptized, if the bishop knows, then you ......"

The staff didn't say any more, Ramiro clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his face turned blue and white. One side is unfathomable and completely unshakable to the power of the Church, and the other side is his own flesh and blood.....

Looking at Ramiro's unpredictable face, his wife couldn't help but scream and retreat: "Stop your imagination, Ramiro!!"

"Master...!"

The staff anxiously urged.

Scold!

The blade was unsheathed.

Click!!

Blood splattered.

The countess's frightened expression froze on her face.

I saw Ramiro I draw his cross sword with lightning speed and stab his deputy to death with one sword. Then, he drew his blade mercilessly. stabbed the staff who had followed him for five years and now stabbed him to death in the same place.

He said with a cold face: "No matter how smart you are, you shouldn't come to challenge my bottom line!"

With that, he drew his blade and let the corpse of his staff fall to the ground with a thud.

In the silence, only the baby babbled.

Ramiro I wiped the blade of his sword, walked up to the butler, and said, "But all the servants who know about the two magical rams, all of them will be dismissed, and if anyone dares to chew his tongue and mouth, he will be killed." ”

"Yes. ”

The butler looked at the corpse that was still twitching on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, and bent down deeply.

After the butler left, Ramiro returned his sword to its sheath.

He walked up to the baby and leaned over to look at him.

Even though he had killed the baby boy just now, the baby boy did not have the slightest fear, but grinned and stretched out his tender little hand to pinch Ramiro I's beard.

Looking at the baby's grinning face, Ramiro's face softened.

He poked the child's face with his finger and whispered: "He really deserves to be my son, he was born to do great things." ”

The baby grabbed his fingers, and the wound on his face that had been grazed by the stone healed on its own.

Ramiro I said to his wife with a solemn expression: "No one must be allowed to discover his magical talent, and I want him to get the best royal education before he reaches adulthood, so that he will completely forget the fact that he is a wizard." ”