As soon as Geralt entered the Cintra Palace, he was besieged by Cintra assassins.
The assassination did not hurt the Demon Hunters, but it clearly showed Queen Calanthe's attitude.
"You should go. If Princess Pavetta was still alive, the Queen may have the leisure to argue with you about the ownership of Princess Ciri, but now …" The old Druid sighed. "The little princess has become her only spiritual sustenance. You want to take her away, it's killing the Queen."
Before Tyrion made the request for an interview, the royal Sorcerer came to him first.
"I've been in the World of Seven for the past few years. I swear, it's a more civilized, peaceful, and vibrant world than ours.
I don't want to take Ciri away, but take her to the World of Seven and fulfill my Law of Surprise and the sacred oath of the Celestial Emperor.
When the shackles of fate are removed, she can also receive the best education by the Celestial Emperor. "
"Whether it's magic, bloodline development, or governance. This is the best choice for me, for Ciri, for Queen Calanthe, and even for Ciri's descendants.
I'm not Tony, and I won't marry Ciri. She's just my adopted daughter!
With the connection of fate created by the Law of Surprise, she should be convinced of my goodwill. "Geralt said earnestly and sincerely.
The old Druid sighed. "Your plan is good, but Queen Calanthe seems to be possessed. She …"
He glanced at the solemn old monk Tyrion. "After Pavetta's accident, she asked the Sorcerer Brotherhood about the sacred oath and the curse.
The Sorcerer Brotherhood confirmed the meaning of the sacred oath in the World of Seven and also felt that with Pavetta's strength, she wouldn't have died in a storm at sea.
There must be a reason for the impossible to happen. Perhaps fate really did put a curse on Laura's bloodline. "
"If that's the case, Queen Calanthe has no reason to refuse us?" Tyrion was puzzled.
"Everyone has a different understanding of the curse. Queen Calanthe thinks that as long as Ciri doesn't see you for the rest of her life, the curse won't happen."
"Uh, this idea is not a problem for ordinary women, but she's the Lioness of Cintra. How can she escape reality?" Tyrion was speechless.
The old druid said helplessly, "She's a lion, a pitiful mother who lost her daughter in old age, and the grandmother of a five-year-old orphan."
Geralt continued: "If she doesn't want to let Ciri leave, she can come with me to the world of the seven Gods. With the valour of Queen Calanthe, it is possible that she will win for herself the crown of love and beauty. "
Tyrion turned to look at him. "Have you played it before?"
"In the past four years, I've participated in eight tournaments. It's very interesting." Geralt nodded.
"How many rounds did you win?" Tyrion asked curiously.
"There's only one match, the autumn tournament at Slaver's Bay. Yenneve wants the crown of love and beauty. After receiving her blessing, my body seems to be filled with magic. I'll win every battle." The Demon Hunter smiled sweetly.
"Aren't you a peak eighth level Sword Saint? Why did you only win one match? "Druid was puzzled.
"I've broken through to Sword God." The Demon Hunter smiled proudly at first, then shook his head and sighed. "The Martial Arts Tournament is a common tradition of all the families and races in the World of Seven Gods. The use of divine power is not allowed.
It's purely physical strength and skill.
The nobles of the World of Seven Gods have body tempering techniques. The physique of an excellent knight is only slightly inferior to that of a Demon Hunter.
In terms of spear skills, they are superior.
It's a world where martial arts flourishes. If there aren't two or three Sword Saint contestants in every tournament, the organizers will feel ashamed.
However, there are no restrictions on weapons in the group tournament. I've never lost. I've participated in five times and won five times. I'm still not used to using a spear. "
"The group tournament is more valuable, but it's a pity that it's not popular among the people." Tyrion commented.
The old Druid returned to the city and conveyed Geralt's new proposal to the Queen.
"If I can charge into the real battlefield, why would I travel thousands of miles to the other world to play children's games?"
"I'm just giving an example. There are many interesting things in the other world." The Demon Hunter said helplessly.
"In recent years, the situation in the north has been unstable. Without the deterrence of Princess Pavetta, the lioness is also a little exhausted. She can't let go of her country and people.
However, the Queen feels your sincerity. If you can find out the truth of Princess Pavetta's death, she will allow you to live outside the city and watch Princess Ciri grow up from afar.
When she reaches adulthood, she can be engaged to a Targaryen prince.
Well, this time there won't be a marriage banquet, just a marriage alliance. There's only one requirement. The prince's status, character, and strength can't be too much worse than Brandon's. "The Druid said.
At this time, Geralt already understood Brandon's reputation in the Seven Kingdoms. Hearing this, he hurriedly said, "It's not that it can't be too much worse. We have to choose the best."
The old Druid nodded slightly and felt gratified. Although he hadn't seen Princess Ciri, the Demon Hunter already had a fatherly heart.
"There are many Targaryen princes, all of them are the true sons of the king. Queen Calanthe can choose at will, but I can't stay here for long." Tyrion frowned.
The old Druid's eyes flickered. "Queen Calanthe is just being polite. She actually wants you to get lost as far as possible."
The dwarf was stupefied.
"Was Princess Pavetta pregnant when she was killed?" Geralt suddenly asked.
The old Druid looked thoughtful. "That's an idea."
In order to extract usable chaos magic from the universe, a female Warlock would pay the price of losing her ovaries.
In order to obtain extraordinary power, Demon Hunters would also be sterilized in the Trial of Grass.
Well, not eunuchs, but simply unable to have children.
But losing fertility wasn't a necessary condition to become a Warlock. In essence, Warlocks were exchanging fertility for the ability to use chaos magic.
If the bloodline was strong enough, strong enough to innately trigger chaos magic, naturally there was no need for sterilization.
Or, Danny was willing to forge a King of Gods' Cauldron for the Demon Hunter world. In the future, female Warlocks would no longer have ovaries atrophy when using magic.
Pavetta's bloodline was strong enough that her ovaries didn't atrophy. But if she became pregnant again, it was entirely possible that her magic would lose control and her strength would decline.
"A healthy Pavetta is indeed not afraid of storms, but if she's pregnant …" The old Druid slowly said, "I have to ask Prince Kratz."
Geralt thought for a moment and said, "We'll go find him ourselves. To investigate the cause of Pavetta's death, we have to go to the Skellig Islands at least once."
After leaving the capital of Cintra, the Demon Hunter stopped the dwarf who had transformed into a Megalosaurus and was about to fly back to Aden. "Come with me. With you around, the nobles of various countries are more reasonable."
"When Melisandre was on a diplomatic mission to various countries, she sent a map of Westeros marked with military strength to each country.
So, the nobles knew that the Khanate of True Dragons behind the Northern Ice Kingdom alone could easily dispatch 200,000 roaring warriors.
And the armies of the Northern Countries added together couldn't even reach 200,000 knights. How could they be unreasonable? "Tyrion said proudly.
The Demon Hunter glanced at the Mystic Dragon Tyrion. "It's too troublesome to find a boat to cross the sea. Carry me there."
"Get lost. I've always only ridden women. I can't be ridden by a man." The Mystic Dragon roared.
"I don't ride men either. I'll stand on your back." Geralt jumped and landed firmly on the back of the Megalosaurus.
"You're already a Sword God and you still can't fly?" The Mystic Dragon Tyrion said.
"The Demon Hunter's curse system is not compatible with the Sword God of your world. Although my soul has been sublimated and my will has been divinized, the total amount of magic power has not increased by much.
Also, the Demon Hunters only have exorcism spells and no flying spells. "Geralt said helplessly.
"Convert to the Seven Gods. The Church of the Seven Gods also has Demon Hunters who specialize in eliminating evil creatures. They can use the power of holy light to form wings."
"After the convergence of the celestial bodies ends and the world of the Seven Gods is far away, the holy light won't work."
"That … might not be the case."
.....
The Skellig Islands were geographically similar to the Iron Islands. The inhabitants of the islands also made a living by hunting and raiding the sea. But their lord, the Kratz, was not bad.
He was a simple and honest middle-aged man.
"Pavetta and Tony were my responsibility. I should have died as an apology, but Calanthe refused. But I …" The red-bearded man's face was full of self-blame. "For more than a year, I've been investigating this matter."
Tyrion's eyes flashed. "Since you're investigating this matter, it means that you've found something strange."
The red-bearded man looked at him in surprise and nodded. "After that, I sent hundreds of ships and boats to search for the shipwrecked crew members in the sea. In the end, not a single living person was found."
"Maybe the storm was too strong and they were all wiped out." The Demon Hunter said.
"The ship was full of experienced elite sailors. In theory, no matter how big the storm was, there would always be people who could survive using wine barrels, planks, bathtubs, and other floating objects. Similar things have happened countless times."
"In theory, Pavetta shouldn't have died." Tyrion sighed.
"So, something against common sense must have happened on the ship. This is what I want to understand." Kratz said.
"Do you have friends who are proficient in prophecy?" Tyrion asked.
Kratz shook his head. "Masters of prophecy are legendary existences. I have no chance to meet them. In fact, there aren't many astrologers in the entire continent. "
"There aren't many prophecy mages in your world, right?" The Demon Hunter asked.
"Alas, times have changed. A hundred years ago, third-rate forest witches could also peek into the river of time.
But after the long night, time and fate were locked in the depths of the universe by my sister.
Even the professional prophecy profession, Moon Chanter, was renamed 'Natural Disaster Forecaster.' They can no longer peek into the fate of people. But … "
Tyrion looked at Geralt with a strange expression. "Some old monsters who are proficient in prophecy have lived until now. Maybe she can help you."
"Who is she?" The Demon Hunter felt uncomfortable under his stare.
"Melisandre."
Geralt's expression turned bitter. "Is there anyone else?"
"Melisandre often misinterprets prophecies, but prophecy is her innate talent. Even if she came to another world, she should be able to use it. At least she's more reliable than others.
By the way, don't ask her to interpret the prophecy. Just ask her what she saw in the fire. "
"I know about her past." The Demon Hunter nodded and asked, "Where is she?"
"I heard that the people leading the 'New Sun Religion' in the south are rebelling."
"Another rebellion?" Geralt was stunned. He asked suspiciously, "Are you deliberately disrupting our world?"
.....
Aunt May rode on top of the Demon Hunter and panted. "Who would want to do that without a special reason?"
The government of Nilfgaardian in the south was too powerful. The rebels could only form secret societies and did not even have a base.
Geralt only took three months to find Tyrion. It took him two years to find the Patriarch of the New Sun Religion, who was hiding in the corner.
"I know you're looking for me. I even prophesied the reason why you're looking for me. But I just have to hide and avoid you. This is punishment! "
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