In the world of Demon Hunters, supernatural powers were common, so much so that every kingdom had a royal warlock who served the king.
The royal warlock could be seen as a scholar who knew magic.
Cintra also had a royal warlock. It was a plump old man with long brown hair, Druid Mossack.
The Druids of this world couldn't transform into animals. They were priests of nature and could understand nature through talking to plants and trees. They could control the powerful forces of nature to maintain the balance between ecosystems.
The forces of nature included but were not limited to controlling the weather, stopping storms, summoning hailstorms, and sending down lightning.
In some ways, they were very similar to the Children of the Forest in the Song of Ice and Fire world.
Mossack was very powerful.
If he didn't want to kill, he could stop hundreds of armored soldiers with just a lightning barrier.
Today was Princess Pavetta's wedding banquet. Mossack received an important task from Queen Calanthe: Don't let anyone ruin tonight's banquet.
"Are you sure you want to do that in front of the Otherworld Emissary?" The old Druid looked hesitant.
"I am the Queen of Cintra. In my country, in my palace, do I need to care about other people's opinions?" The Queen said lightly.
Mossack frowned. "You have the right to do anything in the palace, but if things go in the worst direction, I'm afraid the marriage between Prince Brandon and Pavetta will …"
"The convergence of planets will end. Cintra needs an heir, and I don't want to be separated from Pavetta.
Also, I'm not sure what Danny Rize will do to Pavetta if she goes to the World of Seven Gods, "Calanthe said in a low voice.
"The agreement from back then … Can I know about it?" The old druid asked carefully.
Queen Calanthe hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I didn't lie to Melisandre. The ancestors didn't pass down accurate information, only that there would be powerful gods in the future.
But our family is not ignorant of our own abilities, especially my mother, who was a powerful prophet.
She told me that our family could awaken a powerful bloodline that even gods would covet. I guess the Dragon Queen also wants this talent. "
The Druid remembered the rumors of the previous Queen and asked, "Is it the ability to control fire and heal?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Calanthe said uncertainly.
"Uh, could it be that there are other talents?"
Calanthe nodded. "There's another type of power that doesn't lose out to fire, but it's not as easy to control as the power of light and fire.
That's why my mother was called the 'Sun Prophet' by the Warlocks, and nothing else. "
"The other party is a deity. How can you refuse? Furthermore, it would be unreasonable for you to go against the ancestor's agreement, "the old man said worriedly.
"I'm not rejecting it completely, but I hope that the Dragon Queen can wait a few more years." Calanthe's face was full of helplessness. "Right now, the royal family only has me and my daughter, Pavel. At my age, it's very difficult for me to have another child. With Pavel gone, the royal family's inheritance will be cut off."
The old man suddenly understood. "You want Princess Pavel's child to fulfill the agreement from back then?"
Calanthe nodded silently.
"I hope Prince Brandon can make Princess Pavel change her mind." The old man sighed.
"She can choose not to choose Brandon Targaryen, but no matter what, she must change her mind!" Calanthe's face was full of murderous intent.
.....
"What a group of outstanding youths!"
At three o 'clock in the afternoon, when Tyrion led the Imperial University students in new attire to the palace gate, the residents and nobles of Cintra were stunned by their appearance and temperament.
"Maybe they're all nobles," Prince Easter murmured.
"Don't doubt it. At least half of them are princes or princesses," the brawny man with milky white hair said lazily.
"Butcher of Bravikan, you've been to the other world and passed the trial of integrity and honor. Do you know their identities?" The prince's eyes were somewhat provocative. He had just asked a question when he cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, do the people of the other world have unique tastes? What do you have to do with integrity and honor? "
Geralt shrugged. "The values and customs of the other world are indeed different from ours."
Unexpectedly, when the group of princes and princesses bowed to Queen Calanthe, they only reported their names and didn't mention their titles and identities … Oh, the same identity, students of the Imperial University.
"Is the Imperial University a sorcerer's college?" Prince Easter asked curiously.
The black and white marble floor of the palace with a complex four-pointed star pattern was polished until it was shiny. There was a large empty space in the center of the hall, and on both sides near the white stone pillars, there were rows of long tables and chairs.
The tables were filled with roasted lamb chops, ham, bread, beef, apples, grapes, and other food. Dozens of chandeliers hung from the ceiling, each with thirty candles.
The noble guests sat on both sides. The queen and prince's seats were on the stone steps above the center of the hall, which was also a long table. In the middle was Queen Calanthe's throne. The queen's rumored lover, Prince Easter, and Geralt sat on the queen's right. The first seat on the queen's left was empty, and the second, fourth, and third seats were occupied by Princess Pavetta and Mage Mossack.
At this time, Tyrion, still barefooted and dressed in linen clothes, led twenty-one Imperial University students to the center of the hall and bowed to Queen Calanthe.
Hearing Prince Easter's question, Tyrion smiled and said, "In our place, the university doesn't only teach magic. Warriors, blacksmiths, merchants, scribes, architects, and even farmers can learn the knowledge of their respective professions in the university."
"This …" The prince was stunned.
"Won't the Warlocks feel insulted? Learning with the farmers? "The court mage asked.
"Unless the Warlocks don't eat," Tyrion said.
"Master Tyrion, please sit here." Queen Calanthe pointed to the seat next to her and invited him.
Brandon was just about to speak when Tyrion gave him a timely look to calm down.
"Sansa, look after him!" He whispered and walked up the stone steps with a smile on his face.
"Master Tyrion, why aren't you wearing shoes? Is it for cultivation?" A count at the same table asked curiously.
Before the dwarf could answer, Queen Calanthe smiled and popularized the concept of the Seven Gods' ascetic.
"I'd rather die tomorrow than live like that. Without wine and women, living is torture, "Prince Easter grumbled.
"I had the same idea as you back then. After seeing the prosperity of the world, I realized that wine and women are all clouds and smoke." The dwarf sighed.
"Master, aren't you exaggerating?" Easter felt that the little old man was bragging.
"Hehehe, prince, you're still too young." Tyrion smiled indulgently.
Easter knew that Tyrion was the illegitimate brother of the Dragon Queen and had lived for more than a hundred years, so he turned his gaze to the Demon Hunter beside him. "Geralt of Livia, you've also lived for more than a hundred years. Tell me, do you hate women and wine now?"
"Even if I throw away the sword in my hand one day, I won't let go of the wine bottle in my hand." After saying that, the Demon Hunter gulped down a large cup of wine.
After drinking, he let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
Easter smiled and looked at Tyrion.
The dwarf glanced sideways at the Demon Hunter and called out, "Geralt, Melisandre wants you to find her."
"Melisandre? Where did she go? "Geralt was stunned.
"Nilfgaard in the south." The dwarf sighed. "To be honest, I admire you. Although I've seen countless women, I don't dare to touch a witch, especially a Shadow Binding Knight."
"I've seen Madam Melisandre. She's very beautiful and sexy," Easter said.
"She's also very charming and gentle, but I'm also a little afraid of her. She always likes to draw my blood to do some strange witchcraft experiments when I'm asleep." The Demon Hunter sighed.
"Did she draw your magic power and soul essence by doing that?" Tyrion's expression was very wretched.
"Everyone, today is my daughter's wedding banquet," Queen Calanthe said.
"Sorry, meeting a former kindred spirit, I couldn't help but have some feelings." The dwarf immediately straightened his face, solemn like a holy monk.
After a few glasses of wine, almost all the guests had arrived. With a look from Queen Calanthe, the blue-robed palace honor guard who had been standing at the bottom of the stairs stepped forward, bowed to the queen and the guests on the stairs, then turned to face the palace gate and announced, "Princess Pavetta's wedding banquet has officially begun. Please welcome the first suitor, His Highness Peregrine of Nilfgaard!"
A young man of medium build led two attendants out of his seat and came to the center of the hall. Just as he was about to speak after bowing, the laughter of the Cintrans came from both sides of the banquet.
They cheered in a joking tone, "Go His Highness Peregrine," while knocking on the table or playing strange music with the bagpipes.
After coming to this world for more than half a year, Tyrion also knew about the conflict between the northern countries and the southern country of Nilfgaard.
Queen Calanthe coldly scolded the nobleman youth who was making the most noise, and the hall returned to silence.
The prince of Nilfgaard said, "Queen Calanthe, if I marry Princess Pavetta, Cintra, located at the southernmost part of the northern countries, will form an alliance with Nilfgaard, and no country in the world will dare to go against our will."
Speaking of this, the prince showed what he thought was a smug, but was actually a very wretched smile. "I know that Cintra hasn't given birth to a prince for a long time, and my five brothers are all strong men, and I have a very powerful bloodline in my body.
The seed I left in Pavetta's body will also bear the strongest male heir. "
"This is the wedding banquet …" The dwarf moaned softly.
Just as he thought this was the custom of the demon hunter world, he caught a glimpse of Princess Pavetta's face full of shame and anger, and she looked to her mother for help.
Queen Calanthe's expression was impatient, but her eyes were burning with anger.
Tyrion was sure that this was not a tradition, but a strange thing in every world.
"Cintra is indeed the pearl of the northern countries, but what is Nilfgaard? A pile of dog shit! "The Lioness of Cintra was very rude, and sneered in front of all the guests.
The prince and his two attendants were shocked, but the surrounding Cintrans laughed loudly and applauded the queen.
"Boy, tell me, is it true that the barbaric Nilfgaardians drink urine, eat their own children, and mate with ewes?"
The dwarf was stunned.
The prince of Nilfgaard recovered from the shock, and his face was full of disbelief and shame. The nobles of Cintra in the palace cheered even more excitedly, as if their queen had swept away thousands of troops on the battlefield with Nilfgaard.
"Queen Calanthe, are you humiliating me? You are insulting Nilfgaard! "The prince's face was red as he stammered.
"Come on, who doesn't know that your father is just a usurper? The King of Nilfgaard can't stay for long, how long can your family stay on the throne? A year, a month? Boy, get out of here early and suffer less humiliation! "Queen Calanthe said sarcastically, and glanced at her daughter with a smile in her eyes.
The prince of Nilfgaard did not say a word, and turned to leave with his attendants.
He left the palace directly and did not return to the banquet.
The Cintrans cheered thunderously.
Then the second suitor, the third …
Gradually, Tyrion and the other students of the Imperial College understood the right way to propose.
"Prince Brandon Targaryen of the World of the Seven Gods!" As the ceremonial officer sang, the silver-haired, purple-eyed Bran walked to the center of the hall with the encouragement of his classmates.
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