"Eide, you're best at stone carving, right?" Tyrion called out to Eide when they returned to the inn.
"My Lord, what do you want me to carve?"
"How long will it take to carve a human-sized statue of the Madonna?"
Eide was startled. "The threshold for carving a statue of the Madonna is very low, and the upper limit is also very high.
I can carve a statue like the one in the small sanctuary of a normal village in half a day.
But if you want it to be as exquisite as the one in the Great Sanctuary of King's Landing, I won't be able to do it in ten years. "
"One day. Don't worry about divinity. Just an ordinary one will be enough," Tyrion said.
"What do you want a statue of the Madonna for? Are you planning to recruit followers of the seven gods in Cintra? "Asha asked curiously.
"I have to contact the Dragon Queen and set up a base of faith. In the next few days, everyone should come to the small sanctuary to pray when they have time, "Tyrion said.
"Why are you looking for the Dragon Queen?"
"We didn't marry Pavetta, and her firstborn went to Geralt. Our mission failed. We have to ask the Dragon Queen what we should do next," the dwarf said helplessly.
"Must it be the firstborn?" Princess Sansa asked.
"Only a fire elf."
Danny said, "Leave a priest in Cintra to ensure that Pavetta doesn't have any problems during her childbirth.
After she gives birth to a few more children, it shouldn't be difficult to have Targaryen marry the firstborn. "
"No, it's not difficult, it's almost impossible. If we don't do anything, oh, if the Dragon Queen doesn't interfere, it's almost impossible for us to take Pavetta's child away from this world. " Tyrion said solemnly.
"Why?"
"Fate!" the dwarf said bitterly.
"What's with fate?" Asha was puzzled.
"Every world has its own will. The world's will will do what's good for the world and stop what's bad for the world. Usually, the world's will will send down a child of destiny to help it achieve its goal.
The Demon Hunter world also has its own will. It doesn't want Laura's bloodline and the First Flame to leave this world. It will interfere with fate and stop us from completing the task.
Just like how the owner of a casino would use tricks to prevent customers who have won a lot of money from leaving. "
"It's too mystical …" Asha muttered.
Three days later, Tyrion thoughtfully left the newly built small sanctuary. He then found the demon hunters who were preparing to leave the small hotel.
"Geralt, are you going to look for Melisandre?" Tyrion asked with a smile.
The demon hunter's poet friend said, "We're going to the world of the seven gods. Master, can you write a letter of introduction for us?"
"Yaskel, Yaskel the Bard, right?"
The bearded young man with a wooden guitar hanging from his waist was pleasantly surprised. "You know me?"
"You're my idol!" Tyrion stood on his tiptoes and patted him on the shoulder. He sighed and said, "More than ninety percent of the nobles in Cintra want to kill you. You've accomplished something that I didn't even dare to dream of."
The bearded man blushed and hurriedly explained, "It's all a rumor! I'm just one person, and I've only been in Cintra for a few days. How could I hook up with so many noble ladies?
Besides, not all of them fit my taste. I've never been a picky eater. "
"Good boy, I admire you more and more." Tyrion patted him again. He rolled his eyes and suggested, "You don't have to write a letter of introduction. Why don't you be my godson? With this identity, you can do whatever you want in the World of the Seven Gods. "
"Godson …" The bearded man stammered and stepped back. "I have a father …"
Geralt put down his horn wine glass and helped his friend out. "Master Tyrion, why are you looking for me?"
"You're not looking for Melisandre?"
"I received a letter from Yenneve half a month ago. She's looking for me urgently."
"It's good to be young." Tyrion sighed.
"I'm not much younger than you," the Demon Hunter said.
Tyrion approached him and whispered, "Pavetta's child will be your goddaughter. As for her future, I think you have the right to be a vixen."
Geralt was stunned for a moment. "A daughter? How do you know? "
"A prophecy."
"You didn't seem to have predicted Pavetta's pregnancy that night," Geralt said doubtfully.
"Fate obscured my vision. Besides, it wasn't my prophecy."
The Demon Hunter hesitated. "Queen Calanthe doesn't like me. She wants me to leave Cintra immediately."
"She doesn't like Tony either. But what can she do if God wants her to do this? Not everyone can go against fate, "Tyrion said with a complicated expression.
"Who has gone against fate?" the bard asked curiously.
"Danny Lise?" Geralt said.
Tyrion nodded slightly.
.....
"I've said it before. Leave Cintra in three days and never come back! “
Sure enough, when she saw Geralt again, Queen Calanthe's face looked as if she had eaten shit.
"Mother, we can't escape from fate," Tony advised.
"You're also blind. You were stabbed to death by me. The one who saved you was Pavetta!" Calanthe scolded.
"Mother, two life-threatening situations happen one after another. It doesn't mean that the first life-saving grace is worthless," Princess Pavetta said.
"Listen to what he has to say." King Easter held his wife's hand.
Geralt signaled Tyrion to speak with his eyes.
"Your Highness, what do you think about the agreement between my sister and your ancestor?
We planned to merge the bloodlines of the two families through marriage. But now, even the little princess in Princess Pavetta's belly belongs to Lord Geralt … "
"Little princess? She's pregnant with a daughter? " Calanthe was stunned. Then she waved at Geralt like an angry lion and shouted, "My granddaughter doesn't belong to you!"
"Believe me, I don't want to take on any responsibilities other than killing monsters." The Demon Hunter smiled bitterly.
"Fate can't be defied!" Tyrion said in a deep voice.
"What exactly is the agreement?" Easter frowned.
Tyrion stretched out his right hand and a faint red flame slowly gathered. The soft light made people who saw it feel warm in their hearts.
"This …" Everyone looked at Pavetta. The aura of the flame was so similar.
The old Druid nodded to the king and queen. "Same origin."
Tyrion put away the divine flame. "What Pavetta awakened isn't your ancestor's bloodline, but the talent of the Targaryens!"
"You want to take away Pavetta's ability?" Calanthe asked with a serious expression.
"No, your ancestor, the Elf Princess Laura, also has a talent that doesn't lose to the blood of a true dragon. It's called 'Ancient Blood.'
It's like two swordsmen with different styles meeting and exchanging their swordsmanship experiences. Both of their realms will increase. "
Tony looked thoughtful. "You Targaryens are using your own bloodline talent to exchange for Laura's Ancient Blood?"
"Yes."
"Master Tyrion, how much do you know about my ancestor?" Calanthe said hesitantly, "To be honest, my mother didn't know where her bloodline came from."
Tyrion looked around. This was the back garden, and the second-floor platform overlooked the panoramic view of the garden.
He found a stone, squatted in front of Queen Calanthe, and drew a tree-shaped genealogy on the slate.
As he wrote, he introduced, "We call your world the 'Demon Hunter World.' The elves of this world are called 'Ainshidi.'
In the other world, the home of your ancestor Laura, we call it the 'Elven World.' The elves there are called 'Ainshidi.'
Ainshidi and Ainshidi are like humans of the same race, but two different countries.
Laura was the princess of the Elven World. She was supposed to marry the prophet of her race, but while traveling in the Demon Hunter World, she fell in love with a human man.
They gave birth to a daughter, Lei Anlun. Lei Anlun gave birth to a pair of twins. The daughter married the King of Cintra, who was also Queen Calanthe's great-grandfather.
Unfortunately, the one who inherited the bloodline was the eldest of the twins.
Therefore, before your mother married, the Cintra royal family did not awaken the talent of the elves and the Targaryen. "
"Is my mother the child of the eldest of the twins?" Calanthe asked in surprise.
Tyrion nodded. "Fate is so magical. Your parents are actually cousins."
After understanding all the reasons, Calanthe raised a new question. "Why didn't Danny Liz take away my ancestor Laura's talent?
Since it was a transaction, shouldn't it be done on the spot? "
"Princess Laura is only an elven princess. She wasn't sure if her father and people were willing to exchange.
Danny Liz and Laura weren't bartering merchants, but good friends at first sight. She trusted Laura and handed over the reward first.
If the elves agreed, the two sides would automatically reach a sacred oath. After a hundred years, when the planets converged, the elves would give the ancient blood to my sister. This is the agreement between our families. "
Calanthe was silent.
"That's just your family's word," Easter said hesitantly.
"Isn't the power in Pavetta's body conclusive evidence?" Tyrion said lightly.
"We're not involved. Perhaps we should ask the royal family of the elven world," the king murmured.
"That's not a problem. We're very willing to talk to the elves. But I have to remind you that Laura betrayed her own race. The elven royal family may not be kind to you. "
The Calanthe couple were at a loss.
"How will the inheritance be carried out?" Geralt asked in a deep voice. "Or, what do you want to do with the child in Pavetta's belly?"
"To some extent, the elves have already broken their oath. My sister gave Laura a fire elf. Well, you can think of it as a teddy spirit. "
A teddy spirit was an air elf unique to this world. It had the ability to make wishes similar to Aladdin's genie.
Its body was full of magic and elemental essence. A mage could draw on its energy to cast spells.
"If you don't believe me, I can prove it," Tyrion said.
"How?"
"You've never truly displayed the power of a fire elf. I can undo a part of the seal set by the elves."
Seeing the worry and hesitation on Calanthe's face, he said seriously, "I swear that I will never harm the princess."
"Very well …"
In front of the court mages and demon hunters, Tyrion pressed his thumb between Pavetta's eyebrows and recited a long spell to undo the seal.
"Hum —" The moment the spell ended, a red light shone from where his thumb touched her forehead. Wisps of flame escaped from the top of Pavetta's head and formed the appearance of a three-foot-tall dragonfly-winged elf.
It was Little Mist.
But at this time, Little Mist's eyes were closed, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
"Is this a fire elf? Such powerful power. "The pressure emitted from Little Mist's body made the hearts of the mortals heavy and they almost couldn't breathe.
"She is the king of fire elves. A hundred years ago, she was a demigod. Now, she has comprehended a part of your world's law of fire."
Tyrion moved his finger and the fire elf disappeared into the top of Pavetta's head.
The princess's appearance didn't change, but there was an additional aura of supremacy and holiness on her body, like a god.
Seeing the changes in their daughter, Calanthe and Tony couldn't hide their joy.
"The elves must want to control the fire elf's power. Why did they seal her?" Geralt was puzzled.
"The fire elf is a strange creature. She is the fusion of a child of the forest and a crow. The elves discovered that her life imprint showed signs of fusion, so … "
Tyrion looked hesitant. "Maybe, different worlds have different laws. Maybe the elves' ancient witchcraft is indeed powerful. Maybe …"
Maybe, my sister deliberately left a trap.
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