The Countess of Arrondenier departed, taking with her treasured jewelry, a gift from the Count of Arrondenier when she was younger.

Julio could only helplessly watch his mother exchange her jewelry for a dress, and an idea suddenly popped into her mind,

"If I were the king, my mother wouldn't have to take her jewelry to change her clothes!"

Immediately, she laughed self-deprecatingly.

How is this possible? This is the kingdom of the Magre, a kingdom that has never had a queen for 10,000 years, even King George has only one daughter, and that daughter has not ascended to the throne.

Shaking his head, Giulio quickened his pace and walked to his room, where no outsiders were watching, and she didn't have to play the role of a lady.

Suddenly, a gray jar fell from the sky.

The jar smashed to the ground with a banging sound, and a black liquid flowed out of the broken jar with a pungent smell.

Then, there was an untold bang, and the gray jar fell from the sky like hail, and the pungent black liquid splattered out of the jar, and soon joined together, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.

It seems to be...... Black oil?

The expression on Julio's face froze at once.

If she remembered correctly, the black oil only needed a small spark to start a fire, and it was an inextinguishable fire.

"Fireball!"

A chuckle came from the sky, followed by a small fireball falling from the sky.

The owner of this fireball seems to be consciously controlling its size, and it is much smaller than the fireball produced by normal fireball techniques, about the size of an adult's thumb.

After the fireball falls on the ground, it comes into contact with the black oil on the ground.

Suddenly, the fire burst into flames.

The Count's Mansion of Arondenier, the Boulevard de Sennar, and even the city of Tarta were engulfed in flames, turning into a sea of flames.

The sudden rise in temperature made Julio feel the proximity of death, and this feeling of proximity to death made her froze for a moment, and the words from the priest resurfaced.

...... Steam iron ships from the mainland crossed the Bugiri Strait, which separated the Mageri Kingdom from the mainland, and brazenly launched a war, and the Mageri Kingdom, which had been established for thousands of years, sank.

Did the visitors from the mainland really start a war?

What the pastor said was true!

No, he was wrong when he said that the knights would gather around me to fight to change the fate of the kingdom of Magre, because I was about to die.

At this moment, there was a figure in front of Giulio wearing a silver-white half-length metal cuirass.

White light erupted from his body, and the flames that covered Count Arondenier's mansion disappeared for a moment by the light, leaving only the remaining black substance on the surface of the mansion.

After doing this, the figure turned around, and combined his broad shoulders and chest, his slender and strong waist, and his slender and powerful thighs, as well as his muscular but beautiful arms, with that handsome face, the whole person was as perfect as the perfect knight in the fantasy knight.

"Excuse me, noble lady, to frighten you. The knight's voice was mellow and pleasant, and his mouth was gentle and calm.

"But it's okay now, by the way, my name is Lanstrow, and I'm a knight. ”

Facing the person who seemed to be a knight who came out of it, Giulio's face became anxious, she didn't care about the ladylike demeanor that her parents usually demanded, and hurriedly pulled the stranger's arm,

"Mr. Knight, please, go and save my mother. ”

"I'll be right away, can you tell me where she is?"

"On Boulevard de Sennar, you don't know my mother, I'll take you there. ”

......

"The Magical Airship has attacked the city of Tarta and the girl chosen by fate meets her first knight, the Knight of the Lake, Lanstrow......"

On a steam train running on the tracks, an old elder with a little boy about eight or nine years old with his head sticking out, said the words written after touching the quill pen and notebook in the continental lingua franca with the pronunciation of the Rambets, and a pair of pure and beautiful brown eyes were full of curiosity.

When the pen holding the goose feather stopped, his face was full of curiosity,

"Uncle, are you writing knights?"

Am I an uncle?Shouldn't I be a grandfather?Jiang Hao, who was wearing a blue robe and walking on the main plane as a priest, nodded, and said with a smile,

"Yes. ”

"What's the name of this book? Can you tell me? I love this one so much that when your book is first published, I'm going to buy a copy and read it." The little boy asked politely.

Jiang Hao stopped writing, looked at the little boy in front of him, and said with a smile, "This book is called King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table Otherworldly Edition. ”

There is no King Arthur or a Knights of the Round Table in the Otherworld, but that doesn't stop him from weaving this fate.

For him, any modification of fate, the act of letting fate go in the direction he envisioned, strengthens his grip on the authority of 'fate'.

"As for the first edition. He smiled and shook his head, "I'm not going to publish this book. ”

"It's not going to be published. The little boy's voice was quite disappointed, and his mouth pouted unconsciously, but he did not make noise and noise like the bear child when he couldn't get it, but just wrote the unhappiness on his face that he couldn't ask for.

Jiang Hao looked at him and suddenly said, "What's your name, I'll write a book for you with you as the protagonist, can you tell me what you like?"

"My name is Adrian. Hearing Jiang Hao say that he wanted to write a book with himself as the protagonist, the little boy was obviously happy, and after thinking about it for a while, he hurriedly said, "I have loved Warcraft since I was a child, and I have a lot of Warcraft at home, uncle, can you write a book where I will save the world with Warcraft?"

"Absolutely. ”

Hearing the little boy's request, Jiang Hao nodded, with a warm smile on his face.

He reached out and grabbed the quill in front of him, and wrote down the introduction in his notebook,

"The greedy Black Dragon Barmas occupied the Iberian Seaway and collected a navigation tax on the merchant ships passing through the Iberian Seaway, causing misery to the merchants of the Kingdom of Rambet and Ushuaia......

After writing the introduction, he closed the notebook and wrote the title on the title page,

"Warcraft Baby!"