Xiaolan thought for a while, but still didn't understand what the baby just said.
"That's my companion!..." Fitz cried, "That's my phoenix! My companion!..."
He had his childish voice again.
Wrongful, immature.
despair.
"If it was really your companion," the baby's voice was deep, "then you should be dead by now."
Fitz quieted down.
"You may have forgotten that it is the little bird your mother left for you." The baby lowered his eyebrows and looked at the black bird lying quietly on the ground. "It was the same as your mother until the last second of its life."
, they are all protecting you, they are here to make you live a healthy and happy life, instead of becoming what you are now."
Fitz wanted to raise his arms and stand up from the throne, but he couldn't.
He could only lower his head and cry loudly.
Baobao continued, "If you want to become a god, no one will stop you. The little god doesn't care, but your purpose of becoming a god is to go against the rules of the world..."
"Why! Why!" Fitz shouted, "I just want my mother to come back. Isn't it God's right to bring the dead back to life?..."
"It's not impossible to bring the dead back to life," the baby said word by word, "but your mother is different."
Xiaolan's heart skipped a beat.
She is waiting for the baby's next words.
It seems that... he is getting close to the truth about his identity.
"Xiaolan, you are different."
She had heard this sentence many times.
Fitz's mother, the woman who looked exactly like her, was also different.
"Why..." Fitz stopped crying and started mumbling, "Why..."
The baby took a breath and seemed to swallow back the words that had reached his mouth.
"Sister Baobao," Xiaolan couldn't hold back, raised her head and asked, "His mother..."
"Hahahahaha..." Fitz's spirit reached the edge of collapse, and he suddenly laughed sharply, "It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore, I said, even so, what are you here for? Are you here to kill me?
Can you kill me?...Hahahaha..."
He is crazy.
Fitz laughed so hard that he was out of breath. His body shook violently on the throne, but he couldn't leave it even half a step.
The baby looked at him calmly, the tenderness in his eyes long gone.
"I'm not the one who should kill you," the baby opened his mouth after a while, "but someone will kill you."
"Hahahahaha...who is coming? Who can kill me? Who..."
Fitz's movements suddenly stopped.
He held his head high and kept slapping the handrails with both hands.
Behind the throne, there was a rustling sound.
Fitz suddenly twitched, and the black hood slid down his forehead little by little.
His face was finally revealed.
Xiaolan once imagined what kind of face it would look like?
Fitz's hands are withered and ugly, and his face under the hood must be equally old.
The hood slid down a little.
Revealing a clean, young, and even handsome face.
And his facial features are somewhat similar to Xiaolan's.
Fitz opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened unwillingly.
Behind the throne, a black shadow slowly appeared.
In the black shadow, the silhouette of a man stood up silently. The man's arm penetrated the throne and stabbed the object in his hand into Fitz's back.
The man had gray silver hair, which was disheveled and covered his face. His body was hunched and leaning forward.
The assassin looks neither handsome nor majestic.
Just an unkempt little old lady.
"The name of the witch will never disappear from the royal city for the second time."
"Eniul!"
Xiaos shouted.
"A... Enuel..." Fitz's throat squeezed out a few intermittent bytes.
"Ainuel," the white-haired old woman said through gritted teeth, "a name that has been forgotten by you and forgotten by the royal city."
Fitz never imagined that this person would be the one who killed him.
"It's impossible..." Fitz shook his head, "You can't kill me...I will never...I can't die...I won't die..."
Ainuel made a motion to draw a knife, retracted her arm, and raised the object in her hand. A small silver light shone in her hand.
"Aren't you always curious about what the Queen and I talked about all night long before she died?" Ainuel's voice was old but resounding. "This is the last thing the Queen gave me."
It was a dagger only the size of a palm. The handle was inlaid with a familiar ruby. The middle of the blade was silver-white, but the sharp part glowed with a faint red light.
Fitz held one hand on the armrest, trembling, and looked behind him.
He is looking at the dagger.
"The queen has staked the end of all her plans on me," Ainuel said coldly. "She has put her own abilities, the stable royal city, and the strongest warriors in the royal city—Sheget and Xia
Li left it to you, hoping that you will follow her teachings and become the new wise king of the royal city. She has paved all the roads for you, but on the night before the sacrifice, she told me her deepest concerns."
Fitz's pale face slowly shed two tears of blood.
Ainul paused, opened his black robe with his right hand, and took out a round ball shaped like a glass bead from his arms.
"Listen for yourself."
She clenched her fists, and the ball made a soft "boom" in her palm. Yellow smoke poured out from between her fingers. At the same time, there was a female voice that echoed in the hall.
"Eniul, are you still unable to predict the future of the royal city?"
"Queen, I don't have the ability to complete such an important thing," this was Enuel's voice - younger than now. "If it were my aunts, maybe..."
"It doesn't matter," the voice chuckled softly, "I have done my best to plan the next journey for Fitz."
"Fitz is your son, and he will definitely become the new king loved by the people of the royal city." At that time, Enuel's voice was full of vitality.
"I hope so, but there are other considerations as well."
Both of their voices paused.
"What do you mean?..."
"Eniul, leave this to you."
"This...Queen...Why do you want...Queen! What are you doing?!..."
"This is the short blade that belongs to the royal city. On it is the curse of the first generation of witches on the people who destroyed the royal city." The voice was trembling a little, "and... and my blood. If it really happens to you,
Something I couldn't foresee led Fitz astray..."
"No! Queen! Never!"
"Eniul, listen to me," the woman said slowly, "if Fitz really goes astray and commits a crime that endangers the royal city, Enuel, please don't hesitate, you must take back the person who protects the royal city."
Responsibility, use this knife stained with the blood of his biological mother to end his life."