The female elf in the field of vision had waist-length hair, and her silver-white hair swayed slightly in the wind. She turned slowly, holding an infant baby in her arms, and she shook her arms slightly.

Claude saw her face for the first time. The high bridge of the nose, the thick eyelashes, and the upward angle of the corners of the mouth are kind and elegant. Although the glimmer shrouded her, her facial features were blurry but vaguely recognizable.

Beside her stood a tall and mighty man.

It should be a Di Gan person. The crimson hair was neatly combed, and the beard made him look very calm and domineering. The black cloak dragged to the ground, and under the silver armor was a black fleece garment. His right hand rested firmly on the end of the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist, and he looked affectionately at the baby in the hands of the female elf beside him.

The snow fell very hard and flew head-on, and the picture was frozen in the wind and snow, and then disappeared.

Claude didn't see as much color as Lucian did. In front of his eyes, there was nothing but frosty crystalline colors.

Then, in his vision, a female elf in a silver-white plush cloak galloped on a horse, her golden hair covered with snowflakes. Claude could tell that it wasn't the same elf as the one before, but she was also holding a baby.

Some of the blood mixed in, like an ink ball falling into the water, making one pattern after another in this dimension, and then standing still.

After that, someone he knew finally appeared in front of him - Evelyn.

She made her way through the portal to Queen's City, where she met Alan and stayed at the White Grove Inn. Claude was certain that the baby Evelyn was holding must be him, but at the same time he was doubting the authenticity of the existence he had seen earlier.

He didn't have any memories of them.

The blood grew thicker and thicker, almost blackening the entire frame. Countless bubbles rose from the ground and grew larger, and the whole world seemed to start boiling. The sparkling snowflakes collided with these blood-red bubbles and eventually exploded.

Claude was amazed at what he saw, and thought to himself, could it be that what others were seeing was such a magnificent scene? That was a little too exciting.

What happened next, Claude never expected.

A huge black shadow flew from the pitch-black sky, and every time it spread its wings, it stirred up violent fluctuations in the air. The behemoth's eyes shone with a fierce light, and the roar almost burst his eardrums.

A black ...... Dragon?!

Claude was dumbfounded, although he had heard many legends about dragon knights, he had never seen a dragon, never.

Instinctively, Claude stretched out his hands to shield the black dragon's menacing approach, but the dragon flames instantly wiped out all the concealment - he didn't know that the world of holy water could not obscure his vision no matter what. Whether you want to see it or don't want to see it, you will be forced to accept it.

Claude could even feel the temperature of the dragon flame, the scorching heat that almost melted him. But just as the dragon opened its jaws and bared its fangs to devour him, a muscular warrior suddenly appeared in front of him. The man held the sword in both hands, his body bent slightly, and he had no intention of retreating!

The stinging sensation of burning his skin became clearer, and then it was like a blade cutting through it.

The holy water, which used to be like air, now began to invade his skin, and he could no longer breathe freely, because the water had poured into his nose, and he even began to cough because of the choking.

But an invisible force pressed his head, or rather, held him firmly in the basin, and he wanted to cry, but choked on a large mouthful of water, and the dry taste made him want to cry without tears.

"What are these?"

Claude resisted violently, and he could faintly hear someone calling his name, but the voice was extremely hazy.

The warrior in front of him was fighting fiercely with the dragon, the dragon's howl and the warrior's roar. What surprised him even more was that his fear had drifted away, and the pain had become more intimate, even ...... Blood boil!

He receives the water from his body, filling his lungs until he suffocates. He even found himself gradually becoming one with the warrior. The sword creaked with each collision with the dragon, and his vision began to clear, and flames rose around him, and the sword in his hand was mutilated and bloodstained from the fierce fighting.

The silver armor on his body reflected the firelight, and through the reflection of the long sword, he saw a strange but familiar face—short red hair slightly covering his eyebrows, confident eyes, crimson pupils, and blood-stained but angular cheeks......

Claude had never felt so excited, and he waved his arm and was ready to go. The black dragon on the opposite side also bent slightly, its wings tried to agitate several times, and the dragon flame in its mouth was ready to attack!

The blizzard fell, the snowflakes hissing in contact with the scorching ground, and the dragon froze there after a violent roar. Then, the gentle white light began to expand without limit.

The pain began to subside, the scars faded, the warriors, the dragons, the potholed ground, everything became blurred, and finally disappeared like foam. Eventually, Claude breathed air again. In front of him, the smiling fairy queen Maritia was holding his chin and leading him away from the silver basin.

Claude looked at the elven queen in front of him, and the radiance of Maritia made him feel calmer than ever.

"Nice to meet you, kid. Maritia spoke.

Claude recognized the identity of the elf in front of him, and he hurriedly straightened up, nearly stumbling into the air and falling off the platform beneath his feet due to nervousness.

Only then did he notice that everyone around him was bowing their heads and saluting, and the wave of crowds formed a circle, and he and the supreme Elder Elven Queen were in the center of this circle.

"Yes, yes, Queen Maridia!" Claude was at a loss, not knowing why she was on such an occasion.

Maritia looked at the child in front of her with interest, then reached out and stroked his chest, gently placing the pendant back into Claude's clothes.

"Your pendant is beautiful. Your mother gave you a gift, right?" said Maritia.

"Hmm...... But I didn't see her. Claude scratched his head and squeezed out a smile.

Maritia leaned down and gently stroked Claude's forehead. She was not surprised by Claude's unusual performance in this section, but showed special love for this child.

Claude noticed that there was also an ornament on Maridia's chest that resembled his, white as a snowflake and as bright as a star. He raised his head in surprise and gazed carefully at the beautiful female elf in front of him as beautiful as the sun, like the one he had seen in the holy water before. The same gentleness, the same beauty, if it weren't for the difference in hair color, he would even think it was the same person—of course, Claude didn't quite see the appearance of the silver-haired elf in the illusion.

"Mother's love has never left you. Maritia put her arm around Claude's shoulder, her smile never faded.

Claude stood in place, unable to describe the inexplicable warmth and calm in his heart.

Maritia stood up and moved to the table where the holy water was placed. It was then that Claude really noticed that the holy water, which was half as full as the silver basin, had evaporated to the point that it was not enough to even spread the bottom of the entire silver container. Above the container, a drop of silver and blood-colored water was suspended there.

Compared to the unknown reasons of the surrounding onlookers, except for Maritia, the emissaries of the Glory Temple all looked surprised. This result is so exceptional that they can't even tell what it is.

Maritia didn't seem surprised by this result, she reached out and stroked the droplet, and the next second, the droplet evaporated in the air until it was invisible.

"Next, kid, let's see what you're capable of. ”

With that, her hands hung down naturally again. The guards behind her consciously opened the way, and as Maritia turned to leave, her gaze visibly paused for a few more seconds at the child.

As she followed Maritia, she couldn't help but look back at the "mysterious" child many times, and suddenly wondered in her heart, and asked, "Your Excellency, is this the child you are talking about?"

Maritia chuckled faintly, and then said, "That's right, he has half Digan blood, half elf blood. As such, he has the blood of a warrior and is gifted enough to master elemental magic, and even some more advanced spells, such as the ability of the Prophet of Unknown. ”

"The power of an unpredictable prophet, you mean, he has the potential to become a prophet?" asked Xiubodu.

Maritia nodded, and continued, "Yes, and he can reach much more than that. It seems that he doesn't yet know what kind of potential he possesses, but in this case, his potential drives him to use the power of holy water to predict the future. I'm looking forward to what he can do in the future. ”

"My Queen, with all due respect, I always feel that the envoys of Acheng have some connection with this child, otherwise they would not have sent people here in such a hurry. Since the last time we refused their request, they have been surprisingly calm and incomprehensible. This has kept me nervous. ”

As he went, Xiu Bodu glanced at the woman sitting not far away from time to time, and his brows were puzzled.

"We'll find out the outcome eventually. One thing is for sure, a storm is coming. ”

Xiu Bodu nodded. He understood that Maritia wouldn't care so much about a succession candidate just because of her talent. The Eastern Continent is still calm and breezy on the surface, but under this appearance, it has already been turbulent.

"Mr. Xiubodu, I still have some things to deal with. Now, here's up to you. Maritia said.

"Rest assured, my Queen. Xiu Bodu responded.

Then, a ray of light gradually emanated from Maridia's body, drifting into the distance. Xiu Bodu has seen that this is one of the special magic possessed by ancient elf magicians, illusion creation. The "Maritia" beside her was still smiling and walking with a dignified demeanor, but the deity had already left the scene with the fading of the light.

"Sure enough, Master Karl was right, and Acklin's heir was still alive. Maritia ...... I really can't hide anything from your eyes. If you want to get close to the water, you can get the moon first? ”

Diana, who was sitting next to the four ultimate mentors, narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Maritia who was walking towards the main hall of the temple surrounded by the crowd, and the hand holding the short blade subconsciously clenched the handle.