The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

The winter in the northern region is almost covered with snow, just like when Camelot fled to the Demon Realm. At a glance, the mountains and plains are covered with thick snow.

There is a light layer of white on the window sill of Donor's palace, and the fireplace inside the house is burning with warm light.

Two girls were sitting around on the thick carpet, one was a baby under one year old, the facial features had not yet fully developed, the other was about six years old with beautiful honey brown eyes, she was wearing a red wool skirt, holding the He sat quietly by the wall with his knees bent.

There was also an elderly demon lady sitting in the room. She was wearing the traditional costume of the nobles in the northern region, and she sat elegantly at the low table. The lady called the two children to her side, and said another spell. A bunch of pictures of animals appeared, each with the name of the animal written on it.

"Come on, tell the teacher, what is this?" She asked holding up a picture.

Lilith tilted her head in doubt. She could understand the horse in the picture, but the pronunciation of each character was like a bible to her.

Maya took two steps forward, grabbed a card from the table, pointed to the dragon and beast picture on it, and shouted happily: "Dragon, dragon!"

The teacher touched her head: "That's right, but what's the name of the one in the teacher's hand?"

Maya, who was praised, was overjoyed, casually turned her back on the carpet, stuffed the card into her mouth, and said vaguely: "Eat——long."

"Hey! You can't eat it." The teacher went to snatch the card in Maya's mouth, but Maya cleverly crawled under the table, smiling even more proudly.

A slight smile suddenly appeared in Lilith's calm eyes. She lowered her voice and tried to learn Maya's pronunciation: "...dragon."

When Amedeo heard that Maya and Lilith were taking preschool education together, he subconsciously tensed up. Before he could reprimand him, the guard added, "It was arranged by the king."

"What are you talking about!" He frowned in disbelief, got up and walked out quickly, and the book on his lap fell to the floor.

Amedeo hurried to the East Hall, and just met Yimil who was walking seriously. The other party pursed his lips, his face turned red and then pale: "When did Camillo bring Lilith out of the room? Really?" He's capable, if you don't hand over that child, don't blame me for doing it!"

Amedeo asked indifferently: "You don't know about going to the preschool education class?"

Yimil was slightly stunned: "What... class?"

A guard hurriedly chased him from behind and knelt down at his feet, "Your Majesty the God of Light, I haven't finished my sentence yet. Lilith is studying languages ​​with His Royal Highness Maya in the attic of the East Hall."

Yimil's Adam's apple slid up and down, and his expression froze instantly: "Two people together?"

They all know that Lilith will randomly issue tasks to people within three meters. Although it is possible to obtain "game points" for making wishes, once the task fails, the other party will die. This kid is up close and personal.

Camillo is trying to push his daughter into the kang? !

Amedeo and Yimil immediately rushed to the attic. The coercion surrounding the two of them was extremely dignified, as if the air had been cast into iron blocks. The guards on both sides couldn't withstand the spiritual pressure of this intensity, and they all knelt tremblingly. down.

The two had just reached the top floor, but another wave of spiritual pressure came, like a trickle of water, instantly dispelling the heavy pressure in the air.

On the stone steps in front of him, Camillo sat leaning against the door rail, tilted his head slightly, made a silent gesture to the two, and then pointed to the slightly closed door behind him.

Yimil was extremely anxious and hurried forward. Through the crack of the door, he saw Lilith and Maya sitting together. Princess Maya was holding a picture book. Every time she read a word, Lilith would follow along softly.

"This is Xiaocao, this...is a unicorn!"

"unicorn."

"This...spoon?"

"spoon."

Yimil was stunned. He had taught Lilith Continental for so many years, and he had never seen her pronunciation so smoothly. Could it be... Lilith could "understand" Maya's words? He had found out in historical materials that in In Lilith's wizard family, there is an ancient and unique way of communication, similar to empathy.

"Why. Can she do it?" Yimil looked at Camelot with complicated eyes.

"Maya's witch power was awakened very early," Camelot added after a pause, "not to mention, she is a member of Solomon."

Amedeo interrupted the conversation between the two, pulled Camillo to him, and said in a deep voice: "Nonsense, aren't you afraid of accidents, what should Maya do when she is ordered!"

Camillo held his hand instead, and said with a leisurely smile, "I'm very glad that you care about my daughter so much."

Amedeo moved his eyebrows slightly, stared at him for a while, and suddenly pulled Camillo out of the attic and walked to the outdoor balcony.

"You already knew that, didn't you?" He asked in a deep voice.

Camillo laughed: "Know what?"

"You already knew that Maya and Lilith could get along without incident, because you knew, that's why you arranged for the two of them to be together, right?"

Camilo didn't say it clearly, but just stared at him with a smile: "Gaia's power was unstable before, and Lilith didn't recognize the continental language, and only Yimil could cheat from it. Now Maya can also communicate with Lilith, and the situation will be serious." A great reversal has taken place, and I can guarantee that Yimil's expression must be very interesting now."

Amedeo looked solemn: "And you are the one who is cheating now. You know what will happen in the future, so you made the best decision at the moment, but didn't you say it a long time ago, you can't disclose the future news, how did you get here?" Can you make an exception for yourself?"

"Oh..." Camillo restrained his smile and dragged out his voice meaningfully, "I understand, you are blackmailing me."

Amedeo narrowed his eyes and looked away unnaturally.

"And I also know what you want to ask." Seeing his hesitation, Camillo's heart softened a bit. He thought about his words for a while before smiling gently, "Yes, In the future, you and I will have a child."

Amedeo turned around excitedly, and was about to hug him, but Camillo took him into his arms one step ahead of him. He chuckled and said, "Enough, I can't say more."

On the attic, little Maya was stepping on a small bench and leaning against the window. She blew hot air on the window, and then wiped off the frost on the window with her hands. Just in time, she saw the man hugging her father below. Blinking his eyes, he asked curiously, "Who is he?"

Lilith came over upon hearing the sound, and glanced out of the window: He is Amedeo, the patron saint of the Northern Demon Realm.

Kingdom of God, Sewell.

This winter, Roger and Sobika set foot on this land. Seville has no gates, only a vast enchantment standing on the frontier, and there is no law here, only one rule. Those who are capable come in by themselves. Those who are capable are turned away.

As soon as Roger and the others entered the center of the capital, they saw a man standing on top of a wooden box, holding a paper trumpet to call to passers-by:

"Wizards are the cancer of the whole world. They worship evil power and don't believe in any gods, but some people praise them for their supernatural powers. Let me ask you, what do you rely on to discipline yourself and cleanse your soul? Faith !!!Witches have no faith, which means they have no morals! All the bibles can be bought in the world, but no one knows what conspiracies and tricks are written in their shadow books, and no one knows what mess they read What does the spell mean? If these women have no ghosts in their hearts, why don't they publish the contents of the Book of Shadows... This kind of cultist must be driven out, tied to a cross and burned to death..."

Wearing a gray cloak, Sobika walked unobtrusively behind the crowd of onlookers. She glanced up, smiled disapprovingly, and was about to continue on her way.

However, Roger stopped in his tracks, the veins on his arms popped faintly, and he was about to reach out to draw the knife.

Almost at the same time, the trumpet in the man's hand suddenly ignited, "Ah—ah, it's witchcraft, witchcraft!" The man panicked and threw away the trumpet in his hand.

"This is magic." A young man's voice sounded from the crowd.

As soon as the voice fell, the man's clothes were on fire, "Don't, don't!" He howled and fell off the wooden box. Within a few seconds, the man's whole body was engulfed in flames, and the burned wooden box fell from above. It fell and hit him with a bang, the screams became smaller and smaller, and the smell of burning and blood became stronger and stronger.

The crowd seemed to be used to this kind of scene, they let out scattered laughter, and gradually dispersed.

A man wearing a magician's robe came out from the crowd. The man was dressed casually, the black robe was loosely hung on his arm, the ribbon at the collar was hanging diagonally, and the brim of the black hat was drooping down, covering his half. face.

The man approached step by step, then stopped in front of Roger, and took off his hat with a smile: "It's a face, this stranger just came to Seville not long ago."

The man's skin was pale, as if he hadn't been in the sun for a long time. At first glance, he had a strange sense of lifelessness.

Roger looked at him coldly for a few seconds, and said two words in a low voice: "Get out."

Kiddy gradually deepened the smile on his lips. When he encountered an interesting creature, he put on his large mage pointed hat, and retreated to the side of the road in a gentlemanly manner.

"Welcome to the capital of freedom, Seville." He said leisurely.

Roger walked forward without even looking at him, and Sobika followed closely behind with his head buried.

But when passing by that strange man, Sobika still raised the brim of the hood with a wooden stick, and took a sneak look at the man. Seeing that Roger was far away, she hurriedly ran after him. "Hey, wait for me!"

Kitty watched the two tall and short people walk away, the corners of his eyes curved into an arc, he smiled and said: "I just made a joke, actually what I want to say is, welcome you two to the most dangerous place in the world." country."