Chapter 1126
In the Witcher world, transcendent powers are so common that in every kingdom, there is a royal Mage dedicated to the King.
Royal Mage can be seen as Maester who understands Magic.
Cintra also has the Royal Mage, a fat old man with long brown hair, the druid Moss Sack.
Druids in this world cannot be transformed into animals. They are priests of nature. They understand nature through dialogue with flowers, plants and trees, and can harness powerful natural forces to maintain ecological balance.
Natural forces include, but are not limited to, controlling the weather, stopping storms, summon hail, and bring down lightning.
In some ways, they are similar to Children of the Forest from Song of Ice and Fire World.
Moss Sark is powerful.
If he doesn't want to kill, just Lightning Barrier can also block hundreds of Iron Armored Soldier soldiers.
Today is Princess Pavetta's wedding banquet, and Moss Sark receives an important mission from Queen Calanthe: Don't let anyone spoil tonight's banquet.
"Are you sure you want to do such a thing in front of the messenger of a different world?" The old Druid looked hesitant.
"I am the Queen of Sintra, in my country, in my palace, do I need to see other people's faces?" Queen indifferently said.
Moss Sark frowned: "You have the right to do anything in the palace, but if things really go to the worst, I'm afraid the marriage of Brandon Prince and Pavetta will be..."
"The planetary reunion meeting is over, Sintra needs an heir, and I don't want to part with Pavetta.
And, I'm not sure Pavetta went to The Seven world, What will Daenerys do to her." Calanthe said solemnly.
"The agreement of the year...can this small official know?" the old Druid said cautiously.
Queen Calanthe hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "I didn't lie to Melisandre, the ancestors did not pass down accurate information, but only said that there will be a powerful Spiritual God in the future.
But our family is not ignorant of our own abilities, especially my mother, who is a powerful prophet in his own right.
She told me that our family can awaken a kind of even Spiritual God He also covets a powerful bloodline, and I guess the Dragon Queen also wants this kind of innate talent."
The Druid heard the rumors of the previous queen and asked, "Is it the ability to control flame and heal? "
"Maybe, maybe not," Calanthe said uncertainly.
"Well, is there any other innate talent?"
Karanthenodded, "There is also a power that is not lost to fire, but that power is far less than light and fire Power is easy to control.
Therefore, my mother is called 'Sun Prophet' by the Mages, not by other titles."
"The other party is a Spiritual God, how are you? Refuse? Besides, if you violate the agreement of the ancestors, it will not be reasonable." The old man worried.
"I'm not completely rejecting it, but I hope Dragon Queen can wait a few more years." Calanthe looked helpless, "Now the royal family is only left with my mother and daughter Pavila. Age, it is difficult to have another child, Pavila leaves, the Royal Family breaks inheritance."
The old man suddenly said, "Do you want Princess Pavila's child to fulfill the promise of the year?"
Karanthel nodded silently.
"I hope Prince Brandon can make Princess Pavila change her mind." The old man sighed.
"She can choose not to choose Brandon · Targaryen, but no matter what, she must change her mind!" Calanser's face was murderous aura.
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"What an outstanding group of young people!"
At three o'clock in the afternoon, when Tyrion led the way into new dresses When the imperial student appeared at the gate of the palace, the residents and nobles of Sintra were stunned by their appearance and temperament.
"Perhaps, they are all sons of nobles." East Prince muttered.
"Don't doubt, at least half of them are Princes, or princesses." Brawny man lazily with long milky white hair on the side said.
"Blavican's butchers, have you been to a different world and passed the trials of integrity and honor, do you know their identities?" Prince looked a little provocative, just asked a question, then whispered again Cursing: "Damn, do people in different worlds have unique tastes? What do you have to do with integrity and honor?"
Gerold shrugged, "The values and customs of different worlds are indeed different from ours."
Unexpectedly, when the group of Prince and Princess saluted Queen Calanthe, they only announced their names, not their titles and identities... Oh, unified identity, Imperial University students.
"Is Imperial College Mage Academy?" East Prince said curiously.
The palace is covered with a black and white, two colors marble floor with a complex four-corner star design. At this time, it is polished to a bright light, leaving a large space in the center of the hall, and on both sides near the white stone pillars, the Set up rows of long tables and chairs.
The table is full of grilled lamb chops, ham, bread, beef nuggets, apples, grapes and other foods, and dozens of chandeliers hang from the ceiling, each with thirty candles.
Aristocratic guests sit on both sides. The seats of Queen and Prince are located on the upper stone steps in the center of the hall, which is also a long table, with the throne of Calanthe in the middle, and Queen's gossip lover East Prince and Gerold She sits on the Queen's right hand, the first seat on the Queen's left hand is vacant, and the second, fourth, and third seats sit on Princess Paveta and Moss Sack Mage.
At this time, Tyrion, who was still bare-footed and dressed in sackcloth, led twenty-one Imperial students in the center of the hall and bowed to the Queen of Calanthe.
Hearing Prince's question, Tyrion said with a smile: "In our case, the university not only teaches Magic, Warrior, Smith, merchants, scribes, architects, and even farmers can also University to learn about their respective professions."
"This..." Prince was stunned.
"Doesn't Mage feel insulted by oneself? Study with peasants." Mage asked the court.
"Unless Mage doesn't eat," Tyrion said.
"Grandmaster Tyrion, please sit here." Queen Calanthe invited the seat next to her.
Brandon was about to speak when Tyrion gave him a don't be impatient look at the right time.
"Sansa, watch him!" whispered, and he walked up the stone steps with a smile on his face.
"Grandmaster Tyrion, why don't you wear shoes for cultivation?" Earl said curiously at the same table.
Dwarf didn't even speak, Calanthe smiled and popularized the concept of The Seven ascetic.
"I'd rather die tomorrow than live like that. To live without wine and women is torture," East Prince muttered.
"I had the same thoughts as you back then. After reading all the prosperity of the world, I knew that the wine and color were all clouds and smoke." dwarf sighed with emotion.
"Master, are you exaggerating?" East felt that Little Old Man was acting cool.
"He he he, Prince, you're still too young." Tyrion smiled leniently.
East knew that Tyrion was the illegal child brother of Dragon Queen and had lived for more than a hundred years, so he turned his attention to Witcher next to him, "Gerold of Livia, you have also lived a hundred years. After many years, tell me, now I hate women and wine?"
"Even if I throw away the big sword in my hand one day, the hand holding the wine bottle will not let go." After speaking, Witcher also said: Gu Dong Gu Dong drank a full glass.
After drinking, there was a long sigh of satisfaction in the mouth.
East smiled at Tyrion.
dwarf glanced sideways at Witcher and called out, "Gerold, Melisandre asked you to find her."
"Melisandre? Where did she go?" Gerold was stunned stay.
"Nilfgaard in the south." Dwarf sighed: "To be honest, I admire you very much. Although I have read countless women, women Sorcerers, especially Shadowbinders, dare not touch them at all."
"I've met Ms. Melisandre, she's beautiful and sexy," Easter said.
"Also charming and gentle, but I'm also a little afraid of her, she always likes to draw my blood and do some weird witchcraft experiments while I'm sleeping." Witcher sighed.
"Did she use your magic power and spirit by doing that?" Tyrion's expression was very wretched.
"Everyone, today is my daughter's wedding banquet." Queen Calanthe said.
"Sorry, I can't help but feel a little solid when I meet someone I used to be in the same way." dwarf immediately raised his face, as solemn as a Holy Monk.
After eating a few glasses of wine, the guests were almost all there. With a look, the blue robe court ceremonial officer who had been standing at the foot of the stairs came out and bowed to the Queen and VIPs on the stairs. , then turned to face the direction of the palace gate, and called by name: "Princess Pavetta's wedding banquet officially begins, and the first suitor, Her Royal Highness Peregrine of Nilfgaard!"
A young man of medium stature led two squires out of their seats and came to the center of the hall. Just as they saluted, they were about to speak when the laughter of Sintra people immediately came out from the banquet on both sides.
They banged on the table or played odd tunes on their bagpipes as they shouted in a playful tone, "Come on, Your Highness Peregrine."
After coming to this world for more than half a year, Tyrion also knows the contradiction between the northern kingdoms and the southern kingdom of Nilfgaard.
Calanser coldly scolded the most cheerful young nobleman, and the hall returned to silence.
Prince of Nilfgaard said: "Queen Calanthe, if I marry Princess Pavetta, Sintra, the southernmost of the northern kingdoms, will form an alliance with us in Nilfgaard, No country in the world will dare to go against our will."
Speaking of this, His Royal Highness Prince showed a complacent but actually very wretched smile, "I know that Sintra has not been born with Prince for a long time, And the five brothers in my family are all strong men, and I have a very powerful bloodline in my body.
The seeds I leave in Pavetta's body will surely bear the strongest male heir. ."
"This is the feast for the family..." dwarf moaned softly.
When he thought that this was the custom of the Witcher world, he caught a glimpse of Princess Pavetta on the side with a face full of shame and anger, looking towards mother for help.
Queen Calanthe looked impatient, but anger burned in her eyes.
Tyrion has determined that this is not a tradition, but a wonderful thing that every world has.
"Cintra is indeed the pearl of the northern kingdoms, but what are you Nilfgaards? You stinky shit!" The Cintra lioness was very rude and sneered in front of the guests ridicule.
Prince and the two followers below were shocked, while the surrounding Sintra people laughed loudly and applauded the Queen.
"Did you tell me, kid, that the savage Nilfgaardians drink urine, eat oneself children, and mate with ewes, is that true?"
dwarf was stunned.
Nilfgaard Prince recovered from the shock, with an unbelievable shame and anger on his face, while the Sintra nobles in the palace cheered more and more excitedly, as if the oneself Queen was total on the battlefield with Nilfgaard. annihilation.
"Queen Calanthe, are you insulting me? You are insulting Nilfgaard!" Prince blushed and stammered.
"Come on, who doesn't know your father is just a Usurper? The King of Nilfgaard won't last long, how long can your family stay on the throne? A year, a month? Come on, boy. Get out, and be less humiliated!" Calanthe said mystifying, and then glanced at her daughter with a smile in her eyes.
Nilfgaard Prince turned and left without saying a word.
He left the palace directly and did not return to the banquet.
Sintra cheered loudly.
Then the second suitor, the third...
Gradually, Tyrion and a group of college students also understood the correct way to propose.
"The Seven world's Brandon · Targaryen Prince!" Along with the acapella singing, Bran with silver hair and purple eyes walked to the center of the hall with the encouragement of a group of students.