The light burned, the charcoal occasionally crackled, and the light dimmed a little.

Light and shadow in the tomb are intertwined, 1 little Roman is sitting alone by the fire, 1 little face is reflected red.

For some time she had watched with interest as the Martian rose to the top of the cave with the thermal, and her sparkling eyes moved from bottom to top and from top to bottom.

It had been an hour since the tomb collapsed, and it had taken at least half an hour for the wizards to open a gas window before they could light a fire. Miss Merchant's strung graveyard moss with iron squirts, God knows why she carries it with her, but Brando knows that her little leather bag always has a whole set of field supplies from flint iron pieces to sewing kits to sizzle the graveyard moss, which in the Amber Sword is the substrate for the witch's prophetic potion (perception +2, for 10 minutes), which looks more like gray moss in that respect, though Roman stubbornly thinks it's a mushroom.

In short, the merchant lady said that it was a mushroom, then it was a mushroom.

Of course, Charles was embarrassed to say that the future lord's wife burned two gold coins in one fell swoop, so she could only pretend not to see it, otherwise the best outcome would be to be invited to eat graveyard moss. Our wizard didn't think that his body was better than his lord, so he decisively thanked him.

However, Charles was not as suspicious as the others, and his lord announced his relationship with Miss Roman early on, but the two did not look like a couple: this is quite suspicious, you must know that it is normal for a Vawnd nobleman to have a wife at the age of fifteen, and it is not rare for a man of Brando's age to have a family but not at all.

Of course, Charles occasionally secretly wondered if there was something wrong with his lord, and in fact he happened to know some ancient herbs as a knowledgeable Highland wizard. However, he didn't dare to ask this question in front of Brando, he had a clever instinct, if he said that, he would be locked up in a small black room.

Therefore, for all this time, both he and the people below him have been referred to as the fiancée of the lord: but this unmarried state has lasted for more than a year, and Brando may not have noticed it, but it seems a little strange to outsiders. Charles thought about it and decided that he should find an opportunity to mention it to his lord tactfully, otherwise it would be bad to cause some trouble.

The smell of burnt cemetery moss, a bit like baked shoes. Such a subtle smell wafted through the cave, and it was commendable that the others could invariably and casually pretend not to smell it, Charles took a drawing that his apprentice had just finished drawing and stared at the collapsed part of the tomb solemnly, the excavation work was not going well, the power of magic was not as powerful as imagined, and the key problem was not to dig a passage, but to prevent the sand and gravel above from continuing to roll down.

To use the power of magic to support a mountain of nearly fifty meters, Charles thought he was not capable of it. Luckily, the people outside had already contacted Metisa, and it was only a matter of time before the silver elf princess and the vampire puppet came over to open the way.

But it was at this time that Little Roman suddenly felt that the ground under the tomb shook slightly.

She raised her head and looked at the others curiously, but it seemed that no one but her had noticed, but Charles couldn't help but shudder when she saw the merchant's eldest lady raise her head, and came over and asked, "Is something wrong, Miss Roman?" ”

Roman tilted his head to look at Hua, paused for a moment, and his sparkling eyes seemed to ask: Did you hear anything? But Charles obviously doesn't have the ability to read minds, so it's completely unclear what the eldest lady is up to. He looked at Roman inexplicably, and the merchant lady blinked and asked, "Is Brando okay?" ”

"The lord is still down there, don't worry, he's safe, nothing will happen."

Charbi replied respectfully, for fear that the eldest lady would be displeased or if she was happy, she would invite him to eat the moss of the cemetery. But Martha was on top, and it seemed that little Roman had baked "mushrooms, very precious, and didn't plan to share these barbecue graveyard mosses, she had made up her mind to give them all to Brando, so she said, "That's nothing, thank you." Charles wiped a cold sweat and prayed in his heart for his lord, wishing that Lord Mado, who was walking in the sky, would be able to resist the toxins of his great master, otherwise it would not be too easy for him tonight. Charles couldn't help but think to himself, if Roman kindly asked Brando to eat these graveyard mosses, then did his lord choose to eat them? Or do you choose to eat it?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hold back a little ill-willed laughter to the point of internal injury.

But what Charles didn't know was that after the merchant had finished talking to him, she turned back and seemed to be focused on counting the sparks again. However, little Roman put his hands on his cowhide bag in an orderly manner, and actually raised his little chin to look at the girl sitting directly opposite her on the other side of the campfire.

The girl was only a year or two older than her, but she was very gentle, and she looked at Roman as if she were her own child, and she couldn't help but smile bitterly when she saw Roman seriously handing over a bunch of roasted cemetery moss. "I'm sorry, little sister, I don't like to eat this kind of thing." "They don't seem to see you." Miss Merchant looked at Charles over there and asked, she was not stupid, on the contrary, she was quite intelligent. Brando had understood this since her night in the refugee camp, but in the eyes of outsiders, the merchant lady was just an eccentric but nice person to get along with.

It was a secret that she and Brando shared, Freya knew a little, and Antitina had more or less guessed something.

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

"You mean Brando?" Roman asked.

"Is that young man's name Brando, thank you for telling me his name." "If you're going to be bad for Hua, I won't talk to you." Roman solemnly declared.

The girl couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's not just a thank you, I always want to hear about what's going on outside. Besides, he brought you here, and I can only thank him. ”

"Then why am I the only ones who can see you?" Miss Merchant asked curiously again.

"Because you have the same blood as I do. The girl replied, tilting her head to look at Roman carefully. However, it can be seen that she seems to like this little girl from Buchi very much, and her eyes are full of satisfaction. And Roman thought for a while, and his small eyebrows raised, "I have the same blood on my body as you?" What does that mean, are you my mom? The girl smiled bitterly again.

"Of course not," she said, "I should be your grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's grandmother—" she stopped suddenly, realizing that she had been influenced by the other person, and even the way she spoke became messy. couldn't help but shake his head helplessly: "Okay, no kidding, do you know what kind of power you have?" I think you've mastered some of that too, right? "I know," Roman nodded, "There was a dwarf who told me that I was a warlock because I was born with magic."

"Oh?"

The girl glanced at Roman curiously: "You are not a warlock, you are a witch, and you are a natural witch. You have the blood of the Witch of Destiny in your veins, and your natal sign is the daughter of the harp, but this will not be the case after today. After today, your natal sign will be Witch Throne One"

"Roman didn't understand too much, but the dwarf clearly said I was a warlock." Miss Merchant thought for a moment, "And I think Warlocks sound a little more powerful." ”

“……………”

The first Witch King before the Golden Age, the creator of the bloodline of the Thirteen Witches, and the consort of Odin the Dark Dragon, she rarely faced opponents in her lifetime, and did not think that there were enemies who could defeat her. But to this day, the Ice Queen has to admit that there are some people in this world that she can't defeat. What is it called, "And I think the warlock sounds more powerful" If it were someone among her thirteen subordinates who dared to say this to her during her lifetime, she might have swept that guy into the Ice Palace with a spell to suffer for eternity.

But now her temper is a lot better, and besides, she may not be able to do it in the face of her offspring, not to mention that the most important thing is that time is running out, and it is already a joy to meet a real successor before her strength is close to extinction.

The first generation of the 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 almost wanted to crash into the wall next to her, obviously it was the natural spell-casting ability of the Witch of Destiny, but she wanted to say that it was the power of a warlock, and she couldn't refute it yet...

You know, the warlock is the sworn enemy of their witches, what is she talking about!? If it weren't for the image, the legendary witch king would have almost cried.

She was personally given the qualification to become the king of witches, something that many people couldn't think of, but she had to coax a little girl, which was simply "ruined, son."

Roman thought about it for a moment.

As a businessman, she still has to be budget-conscious. But in the end, probably because she felt that there was no profit or loss, she nodded cautiously.

"Good boy," said the Witch King, who said weakly, and even the novelty of seeing her descendants after countless years had vanished. She put her hand on Roman's forehead, and Miss Merchant suddenly felt a lot of knowledge rush into her mind.

"I'm running out of strength, so I can't help you more, but the knowledge I give you will definitely help you immensely one day." The girl sighed, "Maybe it's fate in the dark, you happen to be a witch of the fate line, this knowledge will gradually play a role as you grow, but the key is that you have to remember that the mark I gave you to the witch king is the only mark that opens the treasure of the witch kingdom, and one day you will unify the thirteen bloodlines, this mark will play a huge role, do you understand?" ”

Roman was dizzy, she hugged her head and nodded as if she didn't understand.

When the girl saw her like this, she couldn't help but sigh, her only heir 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 was right or wrong, the first generation of the witch king did not want to stay here for a moment, for she was afraid that the little girl would choke her to death with her ingenuity, and she felt that her limited majesty could not withstand such a toss.

She withdrew her finger for a moment, then disappeared into the tomb the next.

Only Roman was left to look left and right, and he didn't know what was going on for a while. @。