"I'm sorry!" Geralt didn't resist and let her do what she wanted.
After she vented, he immediately asked, "Can you predict the real cause of Pavetta's death?"
Aunt May lay beside the Demon Hunter with a satisfied expression, her wet red hair intertwined with her white hair.
"I have no fate connection with her, so I can't predict."
"Tyrion said you can help me," Geralt said anxiously.
"He didn't say I can't help you, but I lack the materials to perform the prophecy," the red-robed woman said lazily.
"What materials?"
"The blood of someone related to Pavetta's fate. Perhaps I don't need blood, but at least let me see them face to face.
Just like when you're looking for something lost, you'll definitely follow the path you've taken. This is a connection. "
"Let's go to Cintra immediately," Geralt said.
"I'm busy with singing right now and can't leave. You can bring the Unexpected Child to me."
"If Calanthe allowed Ciri to come with me, things wouldn't be so complicated." Geralt smiled bitterly.
"Then there's no other way."
"Why are you rebelling?" Geralt was puzzled.
"The priests of the Sun Sect humiliated me, so I want revenge," Melisandre said coldly.
"Uh, what did they do?"
"When I heard that the Sun Sect was a Nilfgaard religion, I yearned for this country. After completing the mission given by the Dragon Queen, I immediately rushed over.
But when I met the high priest of the Sun Sect, they knew my identity, but because I'm a woman, they mocked me. "
Geralt's mouth twitched. "You went to the wrong temple. The Sun Sect is a male-dominated sect, and all the clergy are men, just like the Sorceress Academy, which is full of women.
Moreover, the Sun Sect's teachings are cruel and barbaric, advocating destruction and conquest. Letting you into the church and receiving you is already giving face to your messenger. "
Melisandre immediately said, "So I founded the New Sun Sect."
"Is it worth wasting so much time and energy just to get angry?" The Demon Hunter said helplessly.
"The church can also help me gather the power of faith and practice some of my ideas. It's worth it. Anyway, I don't have to worry about my lifespan. Time and energy are worthless. "
Geralt suddenly understood. "You don't dare to mess around in the World of the Seven Gods, so you use our world to test your Dao …"
"Your world is very lively. Melisandre smiled.
"Will you leave after the Astral Convergence ends?" Geralt asked.
"Isn't that nonsense? Stay in this wasteland and wait for death? I still want to see the scenery of the high-dimensional universe! "Aunt May said matter-of-factly.
"In other words, the New Sun Religion that worships you only has a few decades of lifespan?"
"You won't lose out either. I will leave behind a new legacy and philosophy."
"Forget it. I just hope that there will never be a Shadow Binder in our world." Geralt smiled bitterly.
"Are you looking down on me?" Aunt May narrowed her eyes.
"No, I'm afraid of you."
Aunt May leaned sideways and rested her head on her hand. She carefully observed the demon hunter's expression and said, "How many years have you been in the World of Seven Gods? Do you know my past?"
"It has nothing to do with your past. You draw my blood every day to test your Blood Witchcraft. I'm very afraid." Geralt's eyes flickered.
"If you're afraid, then leave." Aunt May brushed her long hair away from her cheeks, got out of bed, and began to put on her clothes.
"I need your help."
"Either you bring the people here, or you wait a few years for me to establish a foundation here."
"How many followers do you have now?" Geralt asked.
"A hundred mine slaves."
Geralt frowned. "Nilfgaardian is used to relegate captured soldiers to slaves. In other words, the slaves are all foreigners.
You're rebelling in Nilfgaardian, but without the support of your own people, how can you succeed? "
"What do you know? I'm learning from Danny Rize's successful experience," Aunt May said with a sense of superiority. "Using slaves as confidants, using the identity of the Patriarch of the New Sun Religion to develop a church that worships me as a god. You definitely don't understand this method."
"Do you think I'm illiterate?" Geralt rolled his eyes. "In any city in the World of Seven Gods, in any bookstore, you can find countless versions of the Dragon Queen's biography.
Unfortunately, you're not born to do this kind of thing. You've been rebelling for four or five years, and you only have a hundred followers …
Based on what you did in the Westeros, I can be sure that your political intelligence is very low.
You're both rebelling, but you're a few hundred streets behind Tyrion. "
Aunt May said coldly, "Are you insulting me?"
Geralt rolled his eyes and laughed. "You can learn from Tyrion. Do you know the 'Virgin of Ardian'?"
"The leader of the rebellion, Sachia?"
"Do you know how she became famous?"
Melisandre thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "The first time I heard of this person was because she successfully slayed a dragon."
"Yes, that dragon was Tyrion! He attacked villages in the form of a demonic dragon and attracted the attention of the entire continent.
The little-known 'Farmer's Daughter', Sachia, led the villagers to revolt and fought the Megalosaurus in front of countless people.
After an arduous battle, she stabbed the demonic dragon's eye with a dung fork. "
"Farmer's Daughter, leading the people to defend their home and slaying the dragon with a dung fork. So, all the rebels unanimously elected her as their leader, and the people even affectionately called her 'Virgin of Ardian'. "
Aunt May was stunned and said, "You mean, I'll also become a dragon slayer?"
"I have many Megalosaurus friends."
"Help me with this act first, then I'll go to Cintra with you!" Aunt May gritted her teeth.
Two years later, the red-robed woman fled Nilfgaardian in disgrace.
"Why did it turn out like this …" Aunt May murmured in confusion as she lay on Geralt's back.
"Sigh, I made a mistake. Nilfgaardian and Ardian are different. Ardian was already in constant uprisings and was weak, so they couldn't do anything about the demonic dragon. But Nilfgaardian is too strong … "The Demon Hunter said helplessly.
After more than a year, they finally managed to invite a ten-meter-long red dragon, Sachia's mother.
But as soon as they heard that the Megalosaurus was attacking villages, Nilfgaardian sorcerers, priests of the Sun, imperial knights, and dragon-slaying mercenaries all swarmed over. Before Aunt May could perform, the red dragon ran away in fear.
The female dragon ran away, but the Nilfgaardians refused to let her go.
The Megalosaurus was full of treasures. Dragon tears, dragon blood, and dragon teeth were extremely precious alchemy materials. Not only could they help the sorcerers increase their magic power, they could even be made into elixirs that could prolong life and preserve youth.
Aunt May couldn't just stand by and watch, so she had to help. Then, she was taught a lesson by the otherworldly sorcerers.
"The humans in this world are too greedy," Melisandre said.
"Humans in every world are greedy. Otherwise, why would the Dragon Queen make her own dragon island?"
"My foundation is ruined, my identity is exposed, and I've lost my emissary halo. Sigh, what a loss!" Aunt May said helplessly.
"It's okay. The Northern countries have always had a tense relationship with Nilfgaardian. You can continue to form the New Sun in the North, or you can join the Sorcerer Council.
You've felt it yourself. Few people are your match in a one-on-one fight, but sorcerers are used to working in groups. Even demigods can't do much. "
Aunt May was a little tempted. The power of a group was indeed stronger than that of an individual, especially when the power of this world was not low.
"If my identity is exposed and everyone knows about my ambitions, will they still accept me?" She was worried.
"The spellcasters in our world are not pure and they often cause trouble. If you rebel in Nilfgaardian, they'll think you're unsociable, "Geralt said.
"I'm from another world. Won't I be suspected of having ulterior motives? If there's a sorcerer from another world who rebels in our world, they'll definitely be attacked. "Aunt May was skeptical.
Geralt said, "There's a celestial convergence here every few hundred years. It's too common for people from another world to do so.
You've seen Frances. She's a pure-blooded elf and the leader of the Squirrel Gang, but she still holds the position of the president of the Sorceress Association. "
Well, the Squirrel Gang was a guerrilla group formed by elves, dwarves, halflings and other non-human races to oppose the human regime.
It was not a strict organization. As long as they were from another race who raised the flag of rebellion, they were called the Squirrel Gang.
"Sigh, your world is really … lively."
After sighing, Aunt May frowned and said, "It's not the first time I've caused trouble in Nilfgaardian. A few years ago, the army and the Sorcerer Group didn't react so quickly. Is it because there's a new king? "
"You mean 'White Fire dancing on the enemy's grave', Emhyr?"
Aunt May nodded. "He's the son of the previous king, who usurped the throne and went into exile. Well, his situation is a bit like Danny Rize's.
No, Emhyr is more like Dragon Queen's father, Mad King Eris.
I heard that he fried his enemies who were still alive in a pot of oil. The tombstones of those who died were also dug up and paved with stone slabs in the palace's ballroom.
Seven levels of hell, dancing on the enemy's tombstones. Even the Mad King is not as good as him! "
"It's a bit like him," Geralt agreed.
Aunt May thought for a while and began to summarize the reasons for her failure. "Because he's like the Mad King, I thought he was nothing to be afraid of.
I was careless and ignored the fact that he snatched the throne from the usurper.
The Mad King was a rich second generation, but Emhyr is a restorer like Danny Rize.
Of course, he's infinitely far away from Danny Rize. He should be the combination of the Mad King and Tywin. While crazy and ruthless, he also has the wisdom to rule. "
"Not bad, not bad. It makes sense." The demon hunter nodded.
"The northern countries are in danger!" Melisandre suddenly exclaimed.
"Oh, why do you say that?"
"It's a prediction I made on a whim."
The demon hunter was stupefied.
"A cruel man can't live a peaceful life. He can either abuse his own people or vent his desires abroad. Smart people know which to choose. Unfortunately, Emhyr is both cruel and smart. "
"That's just your guess. The northern countries are far more powerful than you think. They won't be invaded so easily. If Emhyr is smart, he must know this, "Geralt said.
"Then let's wait and see!"
.....
When they arrived at Cintra, the news of Melisandre's actions in Nilfgaard had already spread throughout the northern countries.
Calanthe's attitude towards her was more vigilant and less courteous, but there was no direct hostility.
"The slaves there have suffered too much. I want to free them and change the cruel doctrine of the Sun," Melisandre explained dryly.
"I don't care what you do in Nilfgaard, as long as you don't do the same thing in Cintra. Now that you've come to my palace and seen me, can you predict my daughter's life or death? "Calanthe said lightly.
"You suspect that Pavetta is not dead?"
"I sincerely hope that she is not dead."
"That's easy." Melisandre nodded and looked around. "Where is the little princess? I need a drop of her blood. "
Ciri was not in the palace.
"Use mine." Calanthe held out her right hand.
"Not only your daughter, but also Princess Ciri's father."
"I only care about my daughter. I don't care about Tony's life or death."
"Okay."
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