"You can't combine with Janet. Sir Bill said to Siegel.

"Why, Mr. Jazz?" asked Siegel in a panic. After bringing Janet back to the camp and setting it up, Sir Bill had Jeff-Gold guard the tent, like the Dawn Guards guarding the prince's tent, and no one was allowed to enter or leave. Then Sir Bill dragged his retinue to the edge of the camp, where no one disturbed or eavesdropped.

"I love Janet and she does the same to me. ”

"I'll tell you it's just youthful passion, not love, but I'm not going to convince you with that reason. Sir Bill shook his head, his eyes sincere. "She's a demon, that's the fundamental reason. I don't care if she's a noble lady or a beggar, I may care if she's a virgin before I met you, but I won't teach you the line between love and passion, these are the details. The only reason I'm stopping you from being together is because of her blood. ”

"Sir, I am not of noble origin, but a wild child without a father or mother. My hair is black, my eyes are black, no one is like that. Maybe only God knows what my lineage is, and whether I'm a normal person or not. Janet is a demon, yes, she told me that, but I'm still willing to accept her. ”

"Okay, little cub, you can hold her, you can hold her every day if you want, but you can't be combined, you can't have children. You and the descendants of the demons will only be the descendants! Listen, Siegel, I'm a baron, I have a castle, but I don't have children, and I won't have any in the future—I've tried countless times. You're my child, Siegel Bill, or you can call yourself Siegel Squid Bill, it doesn't matter. You will inherit my name and title, and then pass it on to your children: lovely children born to you by a suitable woman whom you married. This child should not be a demon, nor should he have a brother or sister of a demon. The bloodline of the Demon Descendants is too dangerous, and it can be transformed in an evil direction at any time. Liars, killers, robbers, and then hanged, that's what happens to the Demons!"

"Janet won't. ”

"Don't be so confident, little, how are you like when I was young?!" Sir Bill let out a long sigh, and a look of hatred on his face, "I believe that justice is in the hearts of the people, and that glory on the battlefield is the greatest pursuit. Kill the enemy, save the weak, turn the tide, and be respected, how convinced I am of this until ......" Sir sighed, and continued, "Until I killed twelve orcs alone and saved my elven allies, and then I was convicted of disobeying military orders, and could no longer be a real knight." After that, I understood that there are only two things in this world that are the most important, land and blood. Martial arts, justice, kindness, and justice all exist for these two things. Kid, you like Janet, okay, no problem. But you can't marry a demon, and you can't give birth to a demon's child. You can't let the demons pollute the bloodline!"

Siegel was very sad, not for himself and Janet, but for Sir Bill. In his mind, Sir Bill was a tough black mountain, standing on the vast expanse of the earth, unmoved by the wind and rain. But Siegel is not, he is the sea. He was born in the sea and grew up in the sea, and the sea is all-encompassing.

But sometimes it's not a high mountain.

"No, sir, I love you very much, but I will not be Sir Siegel Beale, I will always be Siegel Squid. Please find another heir, so that there is no risk of demon blood. ”

Sir Bill raised his hand in the air, but instead of pulling it down, he kicked Siegel in the ass. "Get out, I don't know what to do, little. Go get me some wine, I'm sad, I'm going to drink!"

Siegel did not go to fetch the wine, and Sir Bill did not call him for the matter. He sat alone on the edge of the camp, quietly staring at the snowy sky in a daze. He wanted to calm down, he was a little impulsive just now, it was not good for a mage to come like this. But he can't say what's wrong. Siegel felt helpless, as he had felt since the old captain's death. Sometimes he forgets it, and sometimes it comes back to him unconsciously. He knew he was the only one in the world, the dark-haired, black-eyed Lone Star, "You are unique", the Shapeshifter said, he was a madman, "My perfect bloodline", blood magic shouted like this, he was wrong, "You can't let the Demons pollute the bloodline", Sir Bill's words saddened him the most. He wouldn't be surprised to know that in a tent not far from here, a blood exchange was going on. Bloodline seems to be the eternal theme of the New World and the Old World, and in addition to humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, and even dragons cannot escape this theme. But bloodlines can be deceived, Siegel really wants to shout loudly, I will have a spell to forge all bloodlines, what can you prejudices do to me?

He fantasizes that he is the sea, but in reality he is just a snowflake falling from the sky. He looked down, and the whole world lay out in the direction of his fall, like a colorful tapestry. The golden ones are the royal families, the purple ones are the nobles, the green ones are the elves, the cyan ones are the dwarves, the blue, the green, the yellow ones and the gray ones, and the whole world and all the people who walk in it are on this tapestry. Countless snowflakes fall on it, blending into their respective colors, creating a colorful picture. Siegel looked around, and only he was black.

What color will you be dyed?" a voice asked him. Siegel could hear it as his own voice.

Black can also be dyed?, he asked rhetorically.

Black can do everything, but you can't. You're just a snowflake, and you can't stand up to the whole world. The voice said.

But I can fly all the time and look down on the world. I am the eternal shadow above the tapestry.

Why?" the voice finally asked.

"Magic. Siegel spoke up. He felt the power of magic boiling in his blood, and an irrepressible urge awoke from the depths of his soul. All the elements around the body were laughing and dancing happily, celebrating the most important moment of the mage's life - the awakening of magic.

This has nothing to do with bloodline, it is an identity at the soul level. Siegel knew that this moment was very important and had been prepared for it for a long time. He pulled out his dagger and stabbed the index finger of his left hand. The wound was shallow, with only a faint trace of blood, but as Siegel kept chanting the incantation, a very viscous drop of blood squeezed out of the wound. Before it could drip down, it solidified into an oval, hard solid. Instead of trying on a wand, Siegel was very careful to prepare the casting materials, pure water, sand, gunpowder, pieces of iron, and air-dried meat. Siegel placed the solidified droplets of blood in the middle of the materials, and then chanted the incantation, meticulously manipulating the magical energy around him.

Mages can have their own pets, some say it's creation, some say it's summoning, but Siegel now feels that it's an endorsement, a recognition of the user's magical energy. As the spell continues to strengthen, the materials representing the four elements of earth, water, wind, and fire are combined on the physical level, with the caster's blood as the core, and transformed into new creatures. This creature is born with a psychic connection with the mage, which can bring him all kinds of convenience in spell casting, and is an absolutely loyal companion. Each mage has their own pet, but not every mage can get it when the magic awakens. Awakening is very sudden, some mages do not really embrace magic until they are old and frail, and even some mages do not awaken for the rest of their lives.

The spell was complete, and a black raven stood in front of Siegel, looking around with its agile eyes. Siegel stretched out his hand, and the raven obediently stopped in his palm, then spread its wings and twisted its body so that Siegel could see clearly. The raven is larger and more intelligent than the common crow, and its tail is diamond-shaped - the raven is fan-shaped, so it is easy to tell. Siegel's raven is even more distinctive: although it is black, its feathers have a metallic blue-purple sheen, and the feathers on its chin stand up when it chirps, giving it a majestic look. Its claws are very powerful, and its curly nails are more like dragons than birds. Beneath the layers of feathers, Siegel also felt the rough scales.

The strangest thing is the raven's beak, which is black and shiny, with a reddish pattern around the edges. The raven gently bites Siegel's finger to let its owner know how powerful it is. Siegel arrives in the dining hall with his pet and retrieves a walnut from the storage box. The raven chirps twice, crushes walnuts with its claws, and pecks with its sharp and sturdy beaks.

"From now on I will call you Balon, and may you fly in heaven forever. Siegel stroked the raven's supple feathers and let it soar into the sky. "Be my eyes looking down on the earth, and keep the black pure. ”

Baron the raven chirped merrily, flapped his wings lightly, and glided through the air with the wind. Through his eyes, Siegel soared over the walled mountains, everything seemed so small. The ruins of the towers of the fortress became low and small, and the passage of the trapped dragon became a thin line between the mountains. He saw Dr. Reese emerge from His Royal Highness's tent, and Count Todd embraced him, and then hurried into the tent. He saw three men leave the camp and walk down the hill, even the wind and snow on the road did not slow their pace.

Flying over the clouds and over the snow, the ravens flew higher and higher, but without any effort, as if the sky was his territory. To the south, the Jackdaw tribe was migrating on the savannah, and the giant Kerry had taken men, women, and children to give up the most fertile land and avoid war. The bird is licking its wounds and will one day return to the skies. Waterdeep's army is slowly moving across the vast grasslands like long snakes. Siegel saw the knights in fresh clothes and angry horses, and saw the flags flying, and everyone seemed to have the confidence of victory.

Looking back to the north, he crossed the walled mountains and saw the other side of the mountain. Orcs are gathering in the mountains, ten times as many as humans. They split their weapons from the lava and struck each other excitedly, their eyes full of bloodthirsty light. Farther north, he saw a sparkling light, like a blue crystal, surrounded by endless snow. Slowly but surely moving southward, over frozen lakes and rivers, covering forests and mountains, this light was heading towards the walled mountains. Siegel tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn't see what was in the light, and only felt hot tears welling up in his sockets and sliding down his cheeks.

"Siegel. A call called back the spirit of the apprentice mage. He returned to his body and looked at it with the same black eyes. Janet awoke and reverted to her familiar appearance, leaning against the tent with a thick blanket, looking at him tenderly. Siegel felt a warmth rise to his heart, dispelling the chill from the wind and snow, and he wanted to hug Janet and smell her.

Ravens fly high in the air and make a low chirping sound. It spread its black beak and spat out a black flame in the air.