Twenty Sided Dice

"You can't marry Janet," Sir Bill said to Siegel.

"Sir, why?" Siegel asked in a panic. After taking Janet back to the camp and settling it up, Sir Bill had Jeff Gold Coin guard the tent, like the Dawn Guard who guarded the tent for the prince, not allowing anyone in or out. Then Sir Bill dragged his squire to the edge of the camp, where no one disturbed or overheard.

"I like Janet, and she does the same to me."

"I'll tell you that it's just youthful passion, not love, but I won't convince you with this reason." Sir Bill shook his head, his eyes earnest. "She's a demon, and that's the most fundamental reason. I don't care if she's a noble lady or a beggar. I might care if she was a virgin before I met you, but I won't teach you to distinguish between love and The boundaries of passion, those are the minutiae. The only reason I'm preventing you from being together is her bloodline."

"Bloodliness? Sir, I am not of noble birth, but a wild child without a father and mother. My hair is black, my eyes are black, and no one is like that. Maybe only God knows. What is my bloodline, or not a normal person after all. Janet is a daven, yes, she told me that, but I'm still willing to accept her."

"Okay, little brat, you can hold her, you can hold her every day if you want, but you can't bond, you can't have children. Do you know why? The descendants of you and the demons will only be demons! Listen! Now, Siegel, I'm a baron, and I have a castle, but I don't have children, and I never will--I've tried countless times. You're my child, Siegel-Bill, or you can Call yourself Siegel-Squid-Bill, it doesn't matter. You will inherit my name and title and pass it on to your child: a lovely child of the right woman you marry. This child should not be a devil Descendants, nor should they have a daemonborn brother or sister. The daemonborn bloodline is too dangerous, and it may turn into evil at any time. Liars, killers, robbers, and then hanged, this is the end of the daemonborn! "

"Janet won't."

"Don't be so confident, little brat, why are you the same as when I was young?!" Sir Bill sighed a long time, with an expression of hating iron and steel on his face: "I believe that justice is in the heart of the heart, and the battlefield is Glory is the greatest pursuit. To kill enemies, to save the weak, to turn the tide, to be honored, how I believed in it, until..." The sergeant sighed, and went on, "Until I kill twelve by myself. The orc, who saved the elf friendly army, was then sentenced to disobey the military order and can no longer be a real knight. After that, I realized that there are only two things that are most important in this world, land and blood. Martial arts, justice, kindness, justice It's all about those two things. Boy, you like Janet, okay, no problem. But you can't marry a daemon, and you can't have a daemon child. You can't let a daemon pollute your blood!"

Siegel was very sad, not for himself and Janet, but for Sir Bill. To him, Sir Bill was a tough black mountain, standing on the vast ground, standing still in the wind and rain. But Siegel is not, he is the sea. He was born in the sea, grew up in the sea, and the sea is all inclusive.

Except sometimes a mountain.

"No, ser, I love you very much, but I will not be Sir Siegel-Bill, I will always be Siegel-Squid. Please find another heir, so that there will be no davenblood. risk."

Sir Bill raised his hand high, but instead of drawing it down, he kicked Siegel's ass. "Go away, you little brat. Go get me some wine, I'm sad, I want to drink!"

Siegel didn't go to get the wine, and Sir Bill didn't call him about it. He sat alone on the edge of the camp, staring at the snowy sky in a daze. He wanted to calm down, but he was a little impulsive just now, which is not good for a mage. But he couldn't say what was wrong. Siegel felt helpless, as he had felt since the old captain died. Sometimes he forgets it, and sometimes it resurfaces inadvertently. He knew he was the one and only one in the world, the black-haired, black-eyed Lone Star, "you are one of a kind," said the Shapeshifter, and he was a madman; "my perfect blood", so was the cry of blood magic Yes, he was wrong; "You can't let the daemons contaminate your blood," Ser Bill's words hurt him the most. If you let him know that in the tent not far from here, a good show of blood exchange is going on, it is estimated that he will not be surprised. Bloodline seems to be the eternal theme of the New World and the Old World. In addition to humans, dwarves, elves, gnomes, and even dragons cannot escape this theme. But blood can be deceived, Siegel really wants to shout, I will make a spell that fakes all blood, what can you prejudices do to me?

He imagined that he was the sea, but in fact he was just a snowflake falling from the sky. He looked down, and the whole world lay flat in the direction of his fall, like a colorful tapestry. The golden ones are the royal family, the purple ones are the nobles, the green ones are the elves, the blue ones are the dwarves, the blue, green, yellow and gray ones. Countless snowflakes fell on it and merged into their respective colors, presenting a picture scroll of brilliance. Siegel looked around and saw that only he was black.

What color will you be dyed? a voice asked him. Siegel could hear it was his own voice.

Will black be dyed too? he asked back.

Black can contain all colors, but you can't. You are just a snowflake, you cannot stand against the whole world. said the voice.

But I can always fly and look down on the world. I am the eternal shadow above the brocade.

Why? the voice finally asked.

"Magic," Siegel said aloud. He felt the power of magic in his blood boil, and an irrepressible urge awakened from the depths of his soul. All the elements around the body are laughing and dancing happily, celebrating the most important moment in the mage's life - the magical awakening.

This has nothing to do with blood, it is a recognition at the soul level. Siegel knew this moment was important and was ready for it. He took out a dagger and pierced the index finger of his left hand. The wound was shallow, with only faint bloodstains, but as Siegel kept chanting the incantation, a very thick drop of blood squeezed out of the wound. Before it could drip, it solidified into an oval-shaped hard solid. Instead of trying a wand, Siegel took great care in preparing the casting materials, pure water, sand, gunpowder, iron flakes, and dried meat. Siegel placed the coagulated blood drop among these materials, and then recited the incantation with his heart, carefully manipulating the surrounding magical energy.

A mage can have his own magic pet. Some people say that it is creation, some people say that it is summoning, but Siegel now thinks that it is a kind of recognition, and it is the recognition of magic energy to the user. With the continuous strengthening of the spell, the materials representing the four elements of earth, water, wind and fire are combined at the physical level, and transformed into new creatures with the blood of the caster as the core. This creature is inherently connected with the mage, which can bring him various spellcasting conveniences, and is an absolutely loyal companion. Every wizard has his own familiar, but not every wizard can acquire a familiar when magic awakens. Awakening is very sudden. Some mages can't really embrace magic until they are old and infirm, and get a chance to wake up. Some mages even never wake up in their entire lives.

After the spell was completed, a black raven stood in front of Siegel, using his smart eyes to surround him. Siegel stretched out his hand, and the raven obediently stopped in his palm, then spread his wings, twisted his body, and let Siegel see clearly. The raven is larger and smarter than the common crow, with a diamond-shaped tail - the crow is fan-shaped, so it's easy to tell. Siegel's raven is even more distinctive: although the raven is all black, its feathers show a blue-purple metallic luster, and the feathers on the chin stand up when it chirps, making it look majestic. Its claws are very powerful, and its curly nails are more like a dragon than a bird. Beneath the layers of feathers, Siegel felt rough scales.

The strangest thing is the raven's beak, which is black and bright, with a reddish pattern on the edge. The raven bit Siegel's finger lightly to let its master know how powerful it was. Siegel took his familiar to the dining room and retrieved a walnut from the storage box. The raven croaked twice, crushed the walnut with its claws, and pecked it with its sharp, sturdy beak.

"I'll call you Balon from now on, may you always fly in the sky." Siegel touched the raven's soft feathers and let it fly into the sky. "Be my eyes looking down on the earth and keep the black pure."

Raven Baron chirped happily, flapped his wings gently, and gliding in the air by the wind. Through his eyes, Siegel soared over the Walled Mountains, and everything seemed so small. The ruined towers of the fortress became short and small, and the passage of the trapped dragon became a thin line between the mountains. He saw Dr. Rees coming out of His Royal Highness' tent, Earl Todd hugged him, and hurried into the tent. He saw three people leaving the camp and heading down the mountain~www.novelmt.com~ Even the wind and snow on the road didn't slow them down.

Over the clouds, over the snow, the raven flew higher and higher, but without any effort, as if the high sky was his domain. To the south, the jackdaw tribe is migrating on the prairie, and the giant Kerry, with men, women and children, gave up the most abundant water and grass, and avoided the war. The bird is licking its wounds, and one day it will return to the sky. The army of Waterdeep is like a few long snakes, slowly crossing the vast grassland. Siegel saw the knights in fresh clothes and angry horses, and saw the flags flying, everyone seemed to have the confidence to win.

Looking back and looking north, he crossed the city wall mountain range and saw the other side of the mountain. Orcs are gathering in the mountains, ten times as many as humans. They parted weapons from the lava and beat each other with excitement, bloodthirsty light in their eyes. Further north, he saw a gleaming light, like a blue crystal, surrounded by boundless white snow. Slowly but surely the light moved southwards, over frozen lakes and rivers, covering forests and mountains, and making its way to the Walled Mountains. Siegel tried to open his eyes wide, but he still couldn't see what was in the light, only felt hot tears welling up in the sockets and sliding down his cheeks.

"Siegel." A voice called back the spirit of the apprentice mage. He returned to his body, watching with the same black eyes. Janet woke up, back to the familiar look, leaning against the tent under the thick blanket, looking at him tenderly. Siegel felt a warm feeling in his heart, dispelling the chill brought by the wind and snow, and he wanted to hug Janet and sniff her.

The raven flew high in the sky and made a low chirping sound. It opened its black beak and spit out a black flame in the air.