Leona moved her fingers, and Anrui nodded to the pig-faced maid, she walked over with a brisk step, took out a small silver bottle from the pouch hanging from her belt, opened it, and shook it lightly on Leona's cheek, the Norman princess of the Highlands heard the sound of the potion shaking in the bottle, and then smelled a sweet fragrance that made people feel uncomfortable, but when the maid pressed the edge of the bottle close to her lips, she still opened her mouth and drank the potion inside. As soon as the potion entered her throat, the tingling tingling sensation dissipated, and when she sat up from the bed, she didn't feel anything wrong except for a slight trance and a floating sensation.

The maid lit more candles, and the candles emitted the scent of cloves and jasmine, dispelling the turbidity in the air and the disgusting sweet aroma, and for a moment, the room was like daylight, and the golden light enveloped everything, even Anrui's large, bloated body was no longer so disgusting, and her son grinned and clutched the fat that dangled from his mother's lower limbs, pinching and playing like a dough, Anrui's tentacles hung down and gently picked him up and put him in his arms, the little boy's eyes— Like all his mother's pale blue eyes, the thin ice on the lake, or the light of the sky one could see by the lattice in the deepest night, full of trust and warmth, his two little hands fell naturally to his side, outside the rough tentacles, and as he sat down, Anrui twisted her head—her head could turn as she pleased—to an angle where the saliva in her mouth would not drip onto her son.

For the first time, Anrui would instruct trusted maids to summon tailors to make cloaks and unbuttoned and unlaced dresses for her, but as the situation worsened, her body swelled and rotted day by day. She simply stopped wearing clothes, and even the fabric wrapped around her body was given up by her, and when the boy curled up in her arms, his face was intimately next to her naked ****, and his hand was on the other, just like any stubborn temperament. The child who tries to monopolize the mother's arms is like that, and holds it tightly.

Leona let out a long breath, her clothes intact, but the dimensional pouch and other weapons that hung around her waist were gone, but for a princess who had been taught martial arts for years (and with the best knights as instructors), there were so many things in this room that could be used as weapons, look at the cherry wood bedpost, look at the brass candlestick, look at the obsidian statue! Because the statue was that of the god of thieves, Musk, he was shaped to hold a sword in his forehand, and the position of his eyes was inlaid with red gems, reflecting the candlelight, and the drifting points of light might make people think he was alive: "This is the Thin Web Guild?" she asked as if casually.

"No," said Anrui, "this is my tower of Demont, though it is not finished." "Of course Dermon wants to have a mage tower of his own, but it's not out of compassion that the Thin Web Guild and his mentor have pushed him to this position. They had withdrawn too much money from the White Tower, like a swarm of cicadas crawling on a small tree to suck off what could have been said to be quite abundant sap. The White Tower's commerce had stagnated as a result, Demon's Tower had been temporarily halted by the lack of gold and gems, and the extravagant practice of smearing the Tower with Mithril had become a wonderful and empty dream because the elves had severed trade relations with the White Tower.

But if Demon were still alive, he would be ecstatic to see the White Tower's Neku reple. No matter how filthy and wicked the city has been in the process, he has always been a shallow, narrow-minded, selfish fool. An Rui now only regrets that she didn't find out in the first place that he was such an ignorant person who is so easily satisfied and manipulated, if she could, maybe she could have killed Demon without the help of the Fine Web Guild - but they, those people, must have found other ways to achieve their goals, maybe even worse than now, even if An Rui felt that the current situation was difficult to find anything to be happy about.

But there was no way back, and if she could, she would have knelt at Perrante's feet and wept and begged for forgiveness from him and the other, but now the canal connecting the White Tower and the Starlight River had been sealed, like the relationship between the elves and Anrui— After Dermon's death, even the last veil of affection between her and the Finenet Guild had been torn away, and she was able to see more and more clearly, she was like a person walking in a dark forest, when she touched a huge claw she thought it was a reliable cornerstone, but when they were so close that the prey had no hope of escaping, the beast naturally did not continue to hide itself in the darkness.

If there was a slight hope that the elves of the Silvercrown Forest would not really abandon her, and the secret she had obtained from Demon's relics had almost completely broken her, and she had never been so aware that she could no longer get help from the elves— She remembered the double attacks on the White Tower and Grey Ridge vividly, the scattered orcs and orcs roaming the land were not uncommon, and it was reasonable for the god Kawuluxe to attack an elf and the city it favored in order to please their god, but what Demund left behind suggests that he was not only involved in these things, but may even have been directly involved in the attack.

Dermon is not Adel, Anrui has no doubt that he will cast a spell on his brother, look at the result, how simple, his father is dead, his eldest brother is dead, and the only one who can compete with him for this position, his little brother, has been tried and expelled for killing his own brother, but in any case, Anrui did not expect that he would dare to indulge in anger with the orcs. Unlike the Eja Elves of the Emerald Forest, the Singh Elves of the Silvercrown Forest are tolerant of even a human to be ashamed of, but the only ones who cannot achieve mercy under their arrows and swords are the orcs, who have always been eternal mortal enemies.

And what further frightened Anrui was that from the few words left by Demon, his mentor may still be the leader of this conspiracy, and no one can understand the hatred that the elves may have from this better than Anrui - they must be looking for this person, and it is possible. They already had a vague clue, and Perrante's ruthlessness seemed to make it clear - and she couldn't even enter the Grey Ridge now, and in order to gain power, she drank potions concocted by Demon's mentor, and her veins had been tainted. She's a monster and won't be accepted by Grey Ridge or the Silvercrown Forest anymore.

Leona glanced at the child, a little confused, and finally understood where her disobedience came from, and the child looked to be at least three or four years old. But in her vague impression, Anrui's son should be less than a year old or two, and he shouldn't be that tall, although he looked very strong.

Amrie saw her confusion, and she smiled (the ugliest smile Leona had ever seen). "The water of life, flowing from the royal court of the elves, under the great silvercrown tree, the original gift of the god of life, Angelis, when my mother left the silvercrown forest, it was the king of the elves, Ingway, who took it out of the spring with his own hands, and then gave it to me in a mythril bottle, it can dispel the poison and heal the damage more than you can imagine. She left it to my father, who in turn left it to me. I gave it to my son again. ”

"He's hurt?"

"It can't be said to be an injury," An Rui sneered strangely, her bruised muscles twitching in the bright light, "They gave him that potion, the kind they gave me to drink, although the amount was much smaller, and it was mixed with dragon blood—the purest dragon blood. Your Highness, dragon blood, especially the real dragon blood, it is indeed a good thing, and it can not only bring power. It can also help humans grow up quickly - they probably didn't expect my body to decay so quickly because I can't adapt to the power of dragon blood, and the fine web needs the White Tower and Partridge Hills to have a lord that they can control - Grand Duke Luzel is not a good choice. ”

Leona knew that as a former heir to the throne, she had watched her father play a similar trick, if the lord or knight of a territory lost all his direct bloodline, then as the lord who gave him this land in the first place, he had the right to take back the reward, even if the White Tower and the Partridge Hill lost the protection of the elves, it could be said that it was a land of milk and honey, not to mention that it was not the Grand Duke Luzel who angered the elves, he could have managed to re-establish a stable and intimate relationship with the elves after recovering the White Tower and the Partridge Hill, if the only lord of the territory was just a toddler, it would be another matterAs the lord of the liege, Luzel could also appoint a guardian for him, or take him into his own domain to raise, and let his own officials manage and govern the White Tower and Partridge Hill, which was also common. But whatever the outcome, the Thin Web Guild, which has become the giant hand that envelops the entire White Tower and Partridge Hill, will be his first target for expulsion. Therefore, on the one hand, the Fine Web Guild tried to delay the time for the final outbreak of dragon blood in An Rui's body, and on the other hand, Demon's mentor also sent another concocted potion to promote the growth of De Meng and An Rui's children at a faster rate than ordinary children.

Perhaps the ignorant commoners would wonder how Anrui and Demont's marriage of only a few years could give birth to such a large child, but in the nobility and the royal family, this practice was sometimes practiced, and in any case, the inheritance was not confirmed by eyes and ears, but by magic, which did not care about the age of the person being tested, they only cared about the purity of the blood- The problem is that it is difficult for people who take this potion to live comfortably past the age of thirty, and some will die before reaching adulthood, but it is clear that the guild and Demon's mentors don't care if the child will die healthy and happy, they just need a little time to get them done with what needs to be done.

"I gave him all the water of life," An Rui said tiredly, "All of them, not a drop left, at least it seems that the dragon blood and potions in his body have been cleaned, but I don't know how. ”

"What do you want me to do?" Leona asked bluntly.

"I will release you," said Anrui, "and my maid will take you out of here, and you will be answered by a knight, and you will soon be able to meet your friends." She lifted her barely shaped arm and gently placed it on the top of the child's hair, and Leona throbbed slightly, and she seemed to be able to guess Anrui's thoughts: "My condition is to take him, take my son, and let him be with you." ”

"Do you want me to give him to Adair?"

"Of course not," said Anrui, "if I just want to hand him over to Adair, my knight can do it, I know that he is with you now, in the Dragonfire Islands, and has obtained Rosada's forgiveness," she smiled arrogantly when she saw Leona's slightly surprised expression, everyone thought she was just a puppet and a shell, but she finally learned something from them: "But I don't want Adair, but you." ”

"I don't think I'm anything special," Leona said, "even if the Norman of the Highlands had changed the law of succession, I would not be the Norman's heir to the throne until the charges against him were cleared, but just an ordinary exile warrior." ”

An Rui sneered: "But you also know that since someone has pushed for the revision of the inheritance law, then they will continue to fight for you to return to the Norman royal capital, not as an ordinary exiled warrior, but as the Norman princess, the first heir to the throne, it is only a matter of time." ”

"Is there anything wrong with Adelle?" Leona did not answer, but asked rhetorically, "He is a man of integrity and purity, and this has been vouched for by Rosada, the god of the morning light." ”

Anrui's lips squirmed, Leona's hearing was very sharp, but she could only hear clearly as 'Don't believe too much...... The gods ......' and then Anrui raised her head. Look directly at Leona: "Yes, of course I can give my child to Adelle, although for him, this child has the blood of his enemies in his body, but I believe that he will not be abused and treated him coldly because of this, he will even take care of him and educate him like his own son, but then you will only get another priest from Rosada, and I think you are no longer short of priests - I want you, let him stand by your side, serve you, watch how you speak, how you act, how you ...... Become a ruler. ”

"But," Leona said, "even I don't know how to be a ruler myself." ”

"I think you can. Anrui said, leaning back and saying contentedly. "At least, more than any man I've ever seen. (To be continued.) )

PS: Preview of the next chapter: (Because it's interesting, I can't help but write a paragraph first)

"I'm going to tell him. ”

"No!"

"I thought love was about never hiding it. ”

"I haven't loved him for a long time. ”

"Then it's out of friendship," Gülen said, "I think I have to let him know......"

"Please!"

"Hey, Berdwin, I think you need to know ......"

"For the gods' sake, don't!"