"Seven Gods above, how did you become like this?" Geralt exclaimed in disbelief when he saw Tyrion again in Aden.
"What happened to me?"
The dwarf had indeed changed a lot, or rather, he had turned back into the 20-year-old plum-faced man from a hundred years ago. His lips were red and his teeth were white. He was wearing a luxurious purple velvet robe with gold trimmings, and his platinum hair fluttered gently in the breeze.
Even his big black feet, which were made of old bark, had lost their blackness and roughness. They were white and tender, and he was wearing a pair of dark-colored deerskin sandals.
"You should be an old man!" Geralt touched his square face and said sourly, "You're too young."
"I'm a Megalosaurus mage. As long as my magic doesn't run out, it's not difficult to maintain the appearance of an 18-year-old," Tyrion said.
"You weren't like this before."
"I used to be a master! Now that I've met a woman who has moved my heart, of course I have to return to the secular world and become an 18-year-old again!
What girl would like a shriveled old monk? "Tyrion said matter-of-factly.
The demon hunter was speechless. He was stunned for a moment before asking, "Who did you fall in love with?"
"The Virgin of Aden!" Tyrion said proudly. Even his eyes were full of vitality, as if he had really become younger.
"You …" Geralt's eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
"What's so strange about that? You're a matchmaker!"
"I just …" The demon hunter sighed and couldn't continue.
When he left Cintra, Tyrion wrote a letter of introduction for the demon hunter, allowing him to receive the highest VIP treatment in any city in the World of Seven Gods.
Well, the demon hunter didn't go to Melisandre. Instead, he responded to Yenneve's call and went to Slave Bay.
In return, Geralt also did the dwarf a big favor: he introduced him to a golden dragon.
The demon hunter world also had Megalosaurus, but compared to Blackie, Megalosaurus were "huge".
An adult green dragon was only the size of a warhorse, and the largest red dragon was only 15 meters long. Black and white dragons were generally only 10 meters long.
However, there were gains and losses. The Megalosaurus in this world was not gigantic, but it was very intelligent.
In the distant past, the Megalosaurus had even ruled the world. The prosperity of the Megalosaurus lasted until the appearance of humans. Human sorcerers used magic to create demon hunters who specialized in dealing with "monsters", and almost slaughtered the Megalosaurus.
Among the "small" Megalosaurus, the most mysterious and the rarest was the golden dragon.
The Golden Dragon had the highest intelligence and the ability to take human form.
Tyrion's main purpose of this trip was not to teach students, nor was it to help Dragon Queen go to Cintra. Instead, it was to find the Golden Dragon so that he could advance further and become a demigod "Megalosaurus Blood Wizard".
Yes, this class was his own creation.
If he succeeded, there would be more Targaryens with impure blood following him in the future.
"I didn't expect the 'Three Jackdaws' Borge to be willing to meet you." Geralt sighed.
There were only two or three Golden Dragons in this world. With his own ability, Tyrion could hardly find one.
Coincidentally, Geralt had a friend who was a Golden Dragon. When Tyrion asked him, he did not hide anything.
However, the demon hunter only sent a letter to the Golden Dragon Borge, and did not really bring Tyrion to the Megalosaurus' lair.
"Why don't you want to see me? You were able to gain old Borge's appreciation because you once said that 'humans should not hunt innocent Megalosaurus', and I … "Tyrion pointed at his chest." I am a Megalosaurus, Megalosaurus Tyrion, the brother of the Mother Of Dragons!
Even the Megalosaurus from another world could not refuse the intimacy of a Targaryen! "
"But you are still a human, Sachia is a real Megalosaurus." Geralt still could not accept it.
"Forget it, before me, that chick already had a few human boyfriends." Tyrion said bitterly.
Sachia was Borge's adopted daughter. When Tyrion saw her, his withered heart immediately came back to life.
Not only him, but even Brandon also had a good impression of her. In other words, the Targaryen's genes were engraved with the obsession and fanaticism for the Megalosaurus.
When they first met, it was only natural that Siqiya admired the muscular 'gigolo' Brandon more.
The Megalosaurus had a fatal attraction to the Targaryens. At the same time, the Targaryens were also able to attract the Megalosaurus.
Then, Tyrion underwent a magnificent transformation, and even broke seven of Brandon's ribs in the duel before finally hugging the Mother Dragon.
As for age …
The Megalosaurus, Sachia's age was closer to Tyrion's. After all, she was an adult Megalosaurus.
"Why are you looking for me? Oh, that's not right. It's only been five or six years, and you're already back from the World of Seven Gods. Didn't you say you were going to stay for ten years? Where's the mustached poet who went with you? "Tyrion asked.
"He's still traveling in the city of Ursus. I'm looking for you this time because of Ciri!" The Demon Hunter said solemnly.
"Who?" Tyrion was confused for a moment.
"Princess Cintra, Pavetta's daughter."
"Oh, Ciri …" The dwarf glanced at him. "You're calling her so affectionately."
Ciri was Ciri's nickname.
"Pavetta and Tony are dead. Do you know?" The Demon Hunter said with a serious expression.
"It's old news. Who in the Northern Kingdoms doesn't know?"
Geralt carefully observed his expression. It was very casual and not at all surprised.
"There's no reason for Pavetta to die. The storm couldn't hurt her," he said in a low voice.
"Her ancestor, Laura, was stronger. Even Queen Calanthe's mother shouldn't have died so young, but they did," Tyrion said calmly.
"Why, the curse of fate?" Geralt asked in a low voice.
"Will there be retribution for not abiding by the Law of Unexpected?" Tyrion asked.
"Yes, fate will punish you," Geralt said with difficulty.
"Then, why do you think that breaking a sacred oath won't lead to a curse? It's even a sacred oath with the God King. "Tyrion sneered.
"Is this Dragon Queen's doing?" Geralt muttered.
Tyrion shook his head. "A sacred oath is also a rule of your world. It's as common as starving if you don't eat, but it's a rule that can't be violated.
The World Will of this world is very strange. On one hand, it uses fate to prevent the outflow of high-level bloodlines. On the other hand, it strictly follows the rules and bestows a sad curse on those who break the oath. "
Geralt thought for a moment and said, "I don't want Ciri to repeat the same mistake. I also believe in Dragon Queen's credibility. We have to do something, but I don't know what to do. "
"Have you met Dragon Queen at Slaver's Bay?" Tyrion asked curiously.
Geralt nodded. "She's very kind and intelligent. She taught me and Yenneve a lot of the deep secrets of the universe. It was also the first time we learned that fate has its own rules."
"Did she teach you how to deal with this?" Tyrion asked again.
"She told me to come find you."
"But she didn't send me a message." Tyrion frowned.
"She had already fulfilled her promise with Laura in the timeline. The result won't change, only the process will change. The process will be decided by us."
"That's good. Let's sit and wait for the result." Tyrion laughed.
"But I don't care about the result. I only care about Ciri's fate. Her fate is the process!
If we do nothing, decades or centuries later, the Dragon Queen will still be able to get what she wants, but Ciri will end up like her mother, cursed by fate. "
"But I don't care about Ciri's fate. I care more about the cute little female dragon!" Tyrion spread out his hands.
"Creak —" The door to the guest room opened and a female warrior walked in.
She was about 23 or 24 years old and was 1.85 meters tall. She wore armor and iron boots. Her shoulders were broad and her back was thick. She had a square face, big eyes, thick lips, sharp eyes, and a determined expression. Her chest was bulging, stretching the leather armor into an exaggerated arc.
"Dear, you're back." Tyrion immediately greeted her with a smile.
With a height of 1.35 meters and a tender face, she looked like a child who had jumped into her mother's arms …
"Ah, Geralt, why are you here?" The tall female knight pushed away the "little radish head" lover and hugged the Demon Hunter happily.
"You —" Thinking of Geralt's reputation, the dwarf's face turned pale.
"You know me?" Geralt was a little confused.
"I have part of my mother's memories," Sachia said.
The Demon Hunter was enlightened.
Back then, Sachia's mother was about to lay her eggs. He and Yenneve worked together to defeat the mercenaries who were about to slay the dragon.
It was also that time that he became good friends with Gold Dragon Borge.
Oh, Borge was not Sachia's biological father.
When the Gold Dragon heard that someone wanted to slay the dragon, he turned into a human and hid in the dragon slaying team, waiting for an opportunity to kill his teammates.
Geralt told her why he was here. The female dragon Sachia immediately said, "Tyrion, Geralt saved my life. Help him this time."
"But we are about to start an uprising …" Tyrion hesitated.
Sachia was also a weirdo. She was a female dragon, but she advocated freedom and equality. She turned into a human and led the peasants to rebel against the nobles. Now, she had become the leader of the peasant rebellion.
The dwarf was even weirder. Not only did he not dissuade her, but he also accepted the idea of "freedom and equality". After he turned younger, he changed his name and became the military advisor of the rebel army.
The recent autumn harvest had ended, and the dwarf was planning to lead the peasants to seize the granary of a wealthy count.
"It's okay, I can borrow a few Elf Sorcerers from the Squirrel Gang to replace you," the female dragon said.
The Squirrel Gang was a rebel organization formed by the refugees of the Demi-Humans to rebel against the humans.
Oh, this world was very "lively".
"Be careful."
The dwarf took two days to make new arrangements before he turned into a barefoot old monk again and followed Geralt to leave Aden.
"You are a noble, why are you joining the rebel army?" On the way, Geralt complained, "Do you really believe in Sachia's equality and freedom?"
"Sigh, as long as there are privileges in the world, equality will always be an extravagant hope.
But my profession now is not a noble, but a cultivator. Experiencing a different life and gaining new insights. "
"And, being with Sachia, I seem to have become more noble, purer, and free from vulgar interests.
Hmm, living every day is very exciting, very fulfilling. "The dwarf smacked his lips and reminisced.
Geralt smiled bitterly, "The rebel army's actions may seem righteous, but it has greatly damaged Aden's national strength.
I recently heard rumors that because the kingdom's power was restrained by the peasant rebels, the neighboring Kedwin is planning to invade Aden. "
"Hehe, it's not a rumor, it's the truth," the dwarf smiled proudly, "This is my idea. The nobles are still too powerful, and we need external help. Anyone who can be used can be sent as reinforcements. "
"You-" Geralt was shocked, "Are you crazy? If Aden is invaded, the peasants will suffer as well. "
Tyrion waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "The invaders will be chased away one day. No matter when, the peasants will not die, but the nobles will be wiped out … Also, if the country is lost, those in power will bear the responsibility, the king will be finished, and we will be able to step onto the stage."
"A lot of people will die."
"No, it will be much less than letting the blood out slowly."
"With the rebel army in the country, new nobles will still be formed." Geralt sighed.
"We have the theory of 'freedom and equality', we will build a new world without nobles and discrimination." Tyrion's eyes shone.
"It is very likely that it will eventually prove to be unrealistic."
"To be honest, I really want to use reality to prove whether it can become a reality or not." Tyrion said.
"If it fails, the people who died will have died in vain, and the turmoil in the kingdom will be worthless."
"I am a person from another world, and you are telling me this?" Tyrion rolled his eyes.
"I thought you were an honest monk." Geralt sighed.
"Huh? Tyrion and honesty can be linked together? You even stayed in the World of Seven Gods for a few years. "
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