The crystal ball seemed to be suspended in the darkness, and the flowing light reflected half of the woman's thin face. Her cheeks were deeply sunken, and her face was pale like a ghost. The woman pursed her lips tightly, and her terrifyingly thin lips seemed to be cut open by a knife on her dry skin. The shadow of the embroidered hood covered her eyes, and her sunken eyes emitted a faint light like a cat's in the darkness.
She was expressionless. Soon, another face appeared in the darkness opposite her. It was also a woman's face, but it was a plump woman's face. The woman slowly walked out of the darkness with a sweet smile on her face. She squinted her eyes and greeted with a smile, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"Long time no see, Krull."
Only a sparkling crystal ball was left between the two of them, emitting a strange brilliance. The light dissipated in all directions and gradually merged into the darkness.
The silence only lasted for a moment. Probably guessing that the other party wouldn't answer her, Anwei smiled. "You know, I'm waiting for your answer. The secret can't always be hidden in the forest, and the Magic Moon will rise one day."
"What answer, Anwei?" Krull raised his head, and his empty eyes were like two whirlpools — Eyes of Insight. The witches of her race could see through the vortexes and traps in time during divination, and could clearly see the riddles of the future and the past. However, only the inheritor of the Sword of the Moon had the eyes that could truly dispel the fog. It was said that this pair of eyes was taken from the giant snake Kukulol, and had the ability to see the future. The witch's voice seemed to come from the abyss of hell, and it was so gloomy that it made one shiver. "— You already know the answer to this question."
The plump woman frowned. "Why are you so stubborn? This isn't your character. You know that the loyalty of mortals has no binding force on us. We witches are loyal to the true master, the Dark Dragon, Odin, the ruler of the Miirna people, and the leader of the army. Now, the moon has returned to this land. She has returned, and the lionmen, cave dwellers, harpies, mountain people, werewolves, and even the Miirna people worship her as their master. You know, the shadow of the dragon who knows everything has descended on this land. She is the person destined to be in the past, present, and future. The Witch Queen has already prophesied this. Why don't you turn back and be with me? "
Krull didn't say a word, but after a while, Anwei noticed that she was sneering.
"What are you laughing at?"
There was still a deathly silence in the darkness.
Anwei's frown deepened. She had known Krull for many years and knew his temperament well. The witches of the Moon of Swords inherited the power of Hati's sixth daughter — the Beautiful Tadessa. The Beautiful Tadessa grasped the domain of peace and communication. Therefore, the witches of the Moon of Swords were also known as the witches of darkness. They were blind walkers in the darkness and possessed the power to communicate with the mysteries and spirits. They obtained inspiration from those whispers and made keen predictions. Therefore, the more this woman in front of her remained silent, the more anxious An Wei felt.
. "Babasha lied to us, Krull. That young man isn't the Darkness Dragon."
"Do you know, I heard some rumors …"
"In the great glacier, some ancient ghosts are awakening. None of this points to that prophecy —"
"I received a revelation from the Seven Dragon King. She was once the strongest ally of the Darkness Dragon."
"Krull, why aren't you talking? Answer me."
There were rarely fierce disputes between the witches. Their mortal enemies would often use even more evil and cruel methods to deal with their opponents. It was just like the witches' motto — Start by killing, end by killing. The magic of darkness had long eroded their hearts. They were cold, heartless, and indifferent to life, but they often didn't need meaningless quarrels. But today was clearly an exception. Even the dark space seemed to have sensed the tit-for-tat between the two witches. The gentle light emitted by the crystal ball had unknowingly become sharp.
Krull's complexion appeared even paler under the dazzling white light. Her lips moved.
"Leave, Anwei. Fate has already been decided."
"You chose to stay?" Anwei sucked in a breath of cold air. "I thought you were just waiting for an opportunity."
She still wanted to say something, but her voice had already become distorted. The crystal ball floating in midair seemed to have suddenly extracted the surrounding time and space. Even the flowing light was bent, forming a vortex that sucked in the darkness from all directions. Anwei revealed an expression of shock and anger. Her face was extremely distorted under such a strange situation. She let out a screech that changed the pitch of her voice. "This is a dream!? You actually dare to peep into my dream, Krull. How dare you — "
Her voice came to an abrupt end. When the light of the crystal ball was distorted to the extreme, the entire pitch-black space shattered into pieces. Anwei exploded like glass and then dissipated into the darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, the thin woman opened her eyes again. Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
She was in a small tent with Babasha and the sugar jar beside her.
"What did you see?" Sugar Jar hugged her seemingly inexhaustible candy jar and looked curiously at the mysterious woman.
"A dream about the future," Krull replied expressionlessly.
"You saw Anwei. Hehe, that fat woman must be furious." Sugar Jar laughed. "But I'm a little curious. Krull, you have the eyes of insight. What exactly did you see and why did you choose to stand on our side?"
"That's naturally because Sir is the true Darkness Dragon." Babasha at the side had a look of reverence. "Lady Krull is the most outstanding prophet among the witches. Even she stands on Sir's side. This means that fate has already made a choice."
"That's not necessarily true, Babasha." Sugar Jar didn't seem to mind that her subordinates didn't agree with her view at all. She said with a smile, "I heard that the most outstanding prophets among the witches are the witches from the Moon of Harp and the Moon of Heresy. The witches from the Moon of Harp control the power of Échis' third daughter, Meisha, and are in charge of the power of prophecy and charm. The Witches of Fate are the favorites of fate. The witches from the Moon of Heresy are believers of Timis. Their power has the true ability of insight. Compared to the Dark Witches who have mastered communication, they are probably even better in the path of prophecy. Now, the witches from the Moon of Harp have yet to appear, but Timis's witch, Roya, has already stood on the side of the Silver Queen. From this, it can be seen that it's hard to say whether our Sir is the Darkness Dragon or not. At least I don't think he's the Darkness Dragon. But he's more interesting. I like him more. I don't want to be on the side of that old woman. "
As a witch from a branch family, Babasha naturally didn't understand the inheritance of the witches as well as Sugar Jar. When she heard the words of her own family's inheritor, she became a little worried for a while. Previously, she had discovered Brando's potential and introduced this young man to Sugar Jar and Kurul. But if Brando wasn't the Darkness Dragon, wouldn't she have committed a grave mistake?
As for the disrespectful words about the Darkness Dragon from Sugar Jar's mouth, this old witch pretended not to hear them.
Kurul, on the other hand, didn't seem to hear the conversation between the two generations of witches. He just sat there silently like a piece of rotten wood. Sugar Jar noticed her attitude and was a little dissatisfied. "Kurul, you haven't answered my question."
Kurul glanced at the little girl and was silent for a moment before answering, "Anwei is the maid of the Witch King."
"I already knew this." Sugar Jar had a disapproving look. "What kind of answer is this?"
Kurul paused for a moment. "She's in Erouine."
Although she didn't say who 'she' was, Sugar Jar seemed to understand and jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "What!?"
"I met her a few years ago. She brought a little girl with her. That little girl has a name, Sophie Ya." She paused for a moment. "It's not a changed name, it's her real name."
"The 13th month!" Sugar Jar sucked in a breath of cold air.
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'XVI: THE TOWER — —
The lost moon took away the light.
… …
The hall was filled with buzzing sounds. The crowd was clearly divided into two sides. The two sides had been confronting each other in the hall for a long time. One side was well-dressed. They were the Cruz nobles who had been exiled from the south. The other side was wearing sky-blue battle robes and the standard armor of the White Lion Legion. They were the Erouine people who came with the fleet. To be exact, they were the Erouine soldiers.
Although the nobles enjoyed the advantage of status, the weapons in the hands of the young soldiers of Erouine didn't seem inferior in the slightest. It was enough to make these people stop obediently. They only dared to glare or curse in a low voice.
"Ask your Lord to come out!"
"This is the territory of the Cruz people. It's not a place where you Erouine people can behave atrociously!"
"How long does he plan to deceive us!"
"This is the war of the Cruz people. You are not welcome here!"
Such noises came in waves. It looked like a scene often seen in the Noble Parliament of Cruz or Erouine. Perhaps in normal times, the nobles with a little bit of status wouldn't roll up their sleeves and do such things in person. But today was different. Their servants were either arrested by Brando or forcibly incorporated into the 'local garrison' controlled by the Erouine people. If they didn't do it in person, perhaps no one would do it for them.
But among the crowd, there were still a few people with high status. To be exact, there were five people. Five nobles elected representatives to negotiate with Brando. They were Earl Alcorn, Earl Jean, Sir Foss, Baron Tirian, and Knight Rogers. Of course, the internal court Knight Rogers was only chosen to make up the numbers. These internal court Knights were usually closer to Brando's group, so the nobles hoped that they could play a more important role at this time. At least, they could represent the nobles of Cruz to say a few words of justice in front of these damn Erouine people.
But compared to the excited nobles, these five people were more calm. Earl Alcorn and his colleagues looked at each other. Looking at the scene in front of them, their faces didn't look too optimistic. Compared to these nobles who basically didn't have any dealings with Brando, they knew the young lord's temper better. Although he seemed to not care about anything and was easier to talk to, they knew that his personality was probably much tougher than everyone imagined.
Besides, they should have been driven away by these guards. Now in this port, although they were still nominally managers, almost all the troops in the port were under the control of Erouine people. In fact, they were just a group of puppets with no right to speak at all. But today, the other party was indifferent, as if he was letting them do whatever they wanted.
Whether it was Earl Alcorn or the other nobles, they faintly smelled the scent of a conspiracy.
But at this moment, they were already in a difficult situation. Except for Knight Rogers who was forcibly dragged here and could still look on coldly, the other nobles' foreheads were faintly sweating. Although the other nobles next to them were enthusiastic, the four noble representatives in the middle had been staring at the door on the second floor of the hall. They knew that if Brando wanted to send a message, it would be difficult for someone to come out from there soon.
Sure enough.
With a 'click', the door was pushed open.
The sound of the door opening seemed to be a signal, and the whole hall was silent. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads, and countless eyes gathered on the door.
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