"Are you going to fulfill the ancient sacred oath with me this time?"
After the banquet, Danny brought Ciri and Geralt to the Five Dragon Cave, a towering cliff south of Astapor.
The jade platform under the moon was clean and clean, with a stone table and a few stone stools. It was simple, and the three of them sat around it and drank tea.
"Can we wait a little longer?" Geralt looked worried, and his eyes were uneasy. "Ciri has not fully grasped the power of the ancient blood, and she knows about your Fire of Creation, but not why."
Dani looked at him from head to toe and smiled, "Geralt, have you noticed the changes in yourself?
In the early years, you rushed back to the Demon Hunter world, and couldn't wait to bring Ciri to me.
Now, you've been dragging your feet, and even subconsciously avoiding seeing me again. "
The Demon Hunter said awkwardly, "Maybe our identities are different, and now I really see Ciri as my daughter. In front of you, I can't hide my selfishness. You'll take away her ancient blood, and you'll take back the Fire Spirit, which will be disadvantageous to Ciri.
I'm not avoiding the oath, but I hope that Ciri can transform the law in her blood into her own Song of Law.
Just like you, without the Fire Spirit, you still control the Fire of Creation. No one can take away the law you've comprehended, that's what you said to me. "
Ciri looked worried, afraid that her foster father would tell the truth and offend the powerful Queen before her.
"Your world's will is very stupid, stupid and greedy." Danny said something that puzzled the two.
"Of course, my world's will is not very smart, but …"
Seeing the confusion on their faces, Dani sighed and skipped the topic. She said, "Geralt, you have failed to live up to my expectations. Even now, you still haven't broken free from the world's will's distortion of your mind.
"What expectations, what distortion of thinking?" Geralt was puzzled.
"Back then, you received a sword will from Jaime, and were the first Sword God in the Demon Hunter world.
But later, as the Sword God technique spread, more swordsmen broke through, and more than ten Sword Gods were born, but you're not the strongest one … "
She stared into his eyes and said word by word, "You should have been the strongest one. Not only were you strong, but you were also able to break free from the shackles of fate.
Because the sword intent that still exists in your mind isn't Jaime's. It's mine, the Sword of Destiny that I gave you. "
Ciri was dumbfounded.
Geralt's pupils contracted as he muttered, "My teacher once taught me that everyone has their own style of swordsmanship, and that one's own style is the best.
So, after becoming the Sword God, I didn't choose to fuse with that sword intent … Why, why did you give me that sword intent? "
"Do you know my story?" Danny asked.
"I've read history books and countless plays about you."
"About my relationship with Lahlo, can you tell from the story book?" Danny asked again.
The Demon Hunter's heart skipped a beat. "You seem to have broken free from the fate he has arranged for you."
Danny nodded. "Only by breaking free from fate can one control fate. I gave you that sword intent for a very simple purpose, to help you break free from the fate that the Demon Hunter world has arranged for you.
Not only do I have a deal with Laura, but I also have a deal with your world's will. I will re-comprehend the laws that I have mastered in the Demon Hunter world.
However much I get, I will give it back to you and Yenneve.
Yenneve will at least comprehend a Song of Law, and what you get will not lose to the Song of Law. “
"My personal understanding is that the value of jumping out of fate far surpasses the Song of Law," she added.
"Thank you, I'll absorb it later," Geralt said solemnly.
"You don't want Ciri to fulfill the agreement with me immediately because of the influence of the world's will. It instinctively refuses to let high-quality blood flow out.
This is the nature of the world's will, and our world's will is the same.
But your world's will is too stupid. "
"How is it stupid?" Geralt was puzzled.
"Let me ask you, can Ciri escape the sacred oath with me forever?" Danny asked.
"She can't." Geralt sighed.
Danny smiled and asked, "If Ciri transformed the laws in the ancient blood into her own Song of Law, then the ancient blood that she gave me, does it contain all the secrets of her understanding of the laws?"
"This —" Geralt was horrified.
Danny looked meaningfully at the stunned Ciri. "Your coming to Slaver's Bay this time was not an accident. It is very likely that your future self asked you to do so. She did not want me to continue taking advantage of you … By the way, I 'heard' that you have been to the future?"
"You really don't know? We have also met in the future, several times, "Ciri murmured.
Danny shook her head. "My future self will not interfere with my past and present self. I can't even physically pass through the timeline at this time."
"So confusing," Geralt groaned as he held his head.
Danny smiled faintly. "In order to not be confused, my timeline has been compressed into a line that does not interfere with each other."
Then, she turned to Ciri and advised, "Try to travel through time less in the future. Today's cause will be the result of another day's cause."
"I don't quite understand …" Ciri said.
"If you understand, then there is no need for me to advise you. Just remember what I said."
"What should I do now?" Ciri asked blankly.
Danny stopped smiling and said solemnly, "Let me ask you, are you willing to fulfill the sacred oath between me and Laura at this time?"
"I …" Ciri thought for a moment and said doubtfully, "I thought you wanted to fulfill the agreement as soon as possible. But now, I think you would rather I refuse. "
Danny smiled again. "Do you think I am kind?"
"Uh …" The two Demon Hunters mumbled, "You are kind, as kind as the Virgin Mary."
Danny smiled. "You are wrong. I am not kind, nor am I evil. The Virgin Mary is the kindness that I wish for the world to have, but that does not mean that I am kind. Do you understand the difference? "
The two nodded silently, their faces pale.
"I am not the Virgin Mary. I am not lacking in cunning and ruthlessness. Otherwise, why would I be the God King?
When I made the sacred oath with Laura, I had already guessed that the elves would break their oath. But I am looking forward to it more. "
"Why? Is there a trap in the oath? "Ciri asked in a trembling voice.
"That's because Laura's Ancient Blood isn't complete at all." Dani let out a shocking revelation.
Ciri and Geralt were dumbfounded. "Isn't Laura the source of all this?"
"She is far from it." Danny sighed. "Have you seen Yimont of Neverwinter?"
"The son-in-law of the Arctic King Jon, your grandson, Scar Yimont?" Geralt asked.
"That's him. He is my eldest direct grandson. His blood is purer than Danny's children.
Laura is Yimont, but I want the pure blood of the elves, Danny Lissa. "Danny stared at Ciri and said in a faint voice.
"Me?" Ciri was like a little lamb, her body curled into a ball.
"You're stronger than Laura, but you're still lacking by a bit. However, if I gather you, your mother, your great grandmother, your great grandmother's mother … all the way to Laura, all of you Awakened bloodlines, the Ancient Blood I obtain will definitely be more complete.
My greed has been praying, praying that you will never come to me, your children, your children's children … It would be best if I waited until the destruction of the Demon Hunter World, then I would complete the transaction with the last descendant of Laura. Countless generations of awakened ones would almost be able to restore the Ancient Blood. "
"You are so ruthless, so greedy!" Ciri was so shocked that she blurted out her inner thoughts.
After that, she lowered her head and covered her mouth like a child who had been caught doing something wrong. She looked apprehensive.
"Greed is one of the original sins of mankind. My greed is enough to turn me into a peerless demon. How can the word 'ruthless' describe it?
But I also have kindness. Kindness has made me keep hinting to your family, hinting that you should complete the oath as soon as possible.
That is why Brandon proposed, and why Tyrion and Calanthe were engaged …
To be honest, I have seen the results on the timeline. But doing it or not, the meaning is completely different. "Danny smiled.
Looking at the smiling Celestial Emperor, Ciri felt a chill run down her spine.
"Why, do you think I'm crazy and scary?" Danny smiled even more gently and charmingly. "This is the freewill of the Divine King. There is no longer an existence in the world that binds me. Everything I do is born of my heart."
"Now that you have opened the window and spoken frankly, you are also freewill?" Ciri asked.
Danny shook her head and smiled bitterly. "I am about to meet an old friend. For her sake … Today's words will teach you the way of thinking of a truly powerful person!"
"Old friend … Laura?" Geralt was shocked.
"Ciri, are you willing to complete the sacred oath between Laura and me?" Danny asked again.
Ciri looked solemn. "I am willing to end the sacred oath here and now."
Danny nodded and gestured with her hand.
Specks of red flames floated out from Ciri's forehead and condensed into a fire spirit, Little Mist, above the stone table.
Ciri felt a sense of loss, as if something precious had completely left her. She also felt inexplicably relaxed, as if the chains that had been tied to her body had been released.
"Mother Goddess …" Little Mist opened her eyes, the blankness in them disappearing little by little. She was unusually excited, jumping and jumping around Danny as she chattered about the pain of missing her.
But in the past 130 years, she did not have many memories. She could only keep repeating, "Mother Goddess, I miss you so much."
Ciri looked at her with envy. She liked Little Mist so much, as if she was a part of her. But the oath had been completed.
Danny patted Little Mist's head and smiled. "I'll let you meet an old friend later. Now open your mouth …"
"Ah —" Little Mist looked up and opened her mouth wide.
Danny hooked her finger, and with a whoosh, golden balls of light were spat out from Little Mist's mouth. The balls of light expanded into illusory souls in mid-air.
There were six of them, one man and five women.
"Mother?!" Ciri's eyes filled with tears when she saw one of the young women.
"Pavetta?" Geralt was stunned.
"Ciri, my child." Pavetta also looked at Ciri with tears in her eyes.
"Danny …" The beautiful female elf with pointed ears looked at Danny and Little Mist with a complicated expression. "Meeting you under these circumstances, I feel really bad."
"If I tell you now that I want to drink tea under the osmanthus tree with you in the Elf Kingdom, that would be a lie.
As soon as we arrived at the Five Dragon Cave, I quietly undid the seal on Little Mist's soul core.
You should have heard what I said to Ciri before, I …
Laura, I sincerely treat you as a friend, and I really want your ancient blood. There shouldn't be any contradiction, right? "Danny smiled bitterly.
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