As the waiter called out a series of titles in a clear and loud voice, a young mother and daughter dressed in gorgeous clothes slowly walked in from outside under the gaze of countless eyes.
Whether it was the imperial ministers, great nobles and senior bureaucrats who held real power, or the wealthy businessmen who were invited to attend, envoys from other countries and city-states, and representatives from major temples, all of them bent down and bowed in greeting.
Obviously, according to the long-standing tradition of the continent of Faerun, when two vast countries are integrated together through marriage like the West Coast Empire, the status of both parties as husband and wife should be equal, and even power should be shared.
Take Aisha as an example. In addition to being the empress of the empire, she is also the queen of the Karimshanshan dynasty. This title will not disappear because of marriage, and will even be passed on to her children in the future.
Many times, the wide variety of noble titles and titles in the continent of Faerun are actually more of a representation of property than a simple symbol of identity.
For example, Zosi's full name is Emperor of the West Coast Empire, Monarch of Amn, Conqueror of Luskan, Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, Lord of Dragonspear Castle, Liberator of West Heartland and Dragon Coast, Guardian of the North, Master of Alaur Province and Nelanther Islands, etc.
Although in the eyes of modern people these messy titles can be completely summarized by the original emperor of the West Coast Empire.
But in the eyes of the people of Faerun, not one can be left behind.
Because each title corresponds to a piece of land, the lack of it will result in the loss of legal claim and rule over the area.
This is the drawback of the typical feudal system.
It is very common for a noble to be both a duke in one region and a baron or earl in another region.
It is sufficient to understand that every title, no matter how high or low, is equivalent to proof of ownership of a piece of land.
This is why when attending important occasions, waiters will read out the titles of the visiting nobles from beginning to end, without missing a single one.
As little Anne appeared in public for the first time, she undoubtedly attracted all the attention instantly.
Normally speaking, she was only a few months old, so she looks quite different from her normal age.
Only spellcasters could clearly feel that this little guy was like a black hole. His mere appearance caused serious distortion of the surrounding magic net.
For non-legendary spellcasters who cannot break free from the restrictions of the magic network and use raw energy directly, even casting spells normally is a luxury. Even the protective spells on their bodies will automatically collapse and disintegrate if they get a little closer.
All of a sudden, these people quickly recalled the previous rumors, and some even revealed almost fanatical eyes.
The reason is simple! For these spellcasters who are eager to gain more forbidden knowledge and powerful power, nothing is more valuable than a living young divine power.
Even just a hair, a bit of skin flakes, a few drops of saliva and blood can help you open the path to eternity and immortality.
Of course, no one dared to do anything outrageous like kidnapping.
Because that is no different from seeking death.
Not to mention her father Zuo Si and the large number of god allies behind him, the power that little Annie possesses alone is enough to scare away all legendary spellcasters.
But that doesn't mean you can't do some tricks.
For example, secretly collecting the cups she has used, the food she has bitten, the clothes and shoes she has worn, or first using some toys, magic items and the like to win her favor, and then find the right time to ask for a few drops of blood.
Others even hope to become believers, cling to this thick and strong thigh in advance, and then obtain priest levels, divine arts, and special spell abilities.
However, what they didn't know was that little Annie had a strong ability to sense malicious intent. The moment she came in, she discovered all the guys who had intentions towards her, but she just didn't react.
After all, in her eyes, these spellcasters such as the archmages, legendary mages, high-level warlocks, bishops and priests, who seemed almost invincible to ordinary people, were too weak and could not really threaten her at all.
So naturally people won't care too much about it, just like humans don't care about the thoughts of insects or other small animals.
Soon, accompanied by the lively music played by the band, this semi-public banquet specially held for the heir to the empire finally officially began.
All the guests present came forward one by one to offer gifts and blessings, and swore allegiance to the only current heir to the empire on behalf of themselves and their families.
In just about ten minutes, little Annie had obtained more than two hundred various weapons, equipment, magic items, artworks, and crafts.
Even the cheapest one is worth tens of thousands of gold coins, and the most expensive one is an artifact from the Netheril era - the scepter of the Warlock King.
According to legend, this thing was jointly created by several great arcanists led by Gralos Lyrium to eliminate the interference of the gods in the mortal world.
During the manufacturing process, countless gods sent servants to interfere and disrupt, and eventually the casting process was terminated when it was only one step away from completion.
A surviving archmage fled with the unfinished scepter, and the artifact passed through the hands of many wizards and warlords over the centuries.
It was not until more than ten years ago that a magic item merchant used it to escape the pursuit of the Red Wizard of Sel in Sembia. The scepter did not appear in people's sight again, triggering a series of open and secret struggles.
The Scepter of the Warlock King is made of a strange blue metal, with a hollow ring on one end and two curved horns extending from the other.
Overall, its length and weight are similar to a mace or leaf hammer, and it is not a traditional staff.
The weapon grants a permanent spell effect, automatically reflecting back any magical and psionic attacks (excluding area damage) directed at the holder, and amplifying the damage and duration tenfold.
Yes, you read that right, ten times.
This means that if some ignorant guy launches a magic missile at the person holding the [Scepter of the Warlock King], he himself will instantly suffer the damage of ten magic missiles.
If it were high-level magic like Implosion or Disintegration, which already had outrageous damage, then just one rebound of damage would be enough to kill an unprepared opponent instantly, even a legendary spellcaster was no exception.
This alone shows how terrifying the power of this artifact is.
In addition, the [Scepter of the Warlock King] can also grant the holder the "Summoning" effect nine times a day.
In other words, after the weapon touches the target, it can heal or cause damage according to the owner's wishes, and the damage ignores all resistances and exemptions, and the reduction in the upper limit of vitality is also permanent.
Restoration is possible only through a wish or miracle spell.
[Scepter of the Warlock King] can also be used once a day to dispel magic, which is equivalent to erasing the staff and creating a permanent dead magic area of approximately 1.7 cubic meters.
Only artifacts can continue to function in this area.
If you think this is the extent of the power of the [Scepter of the Warlock King], you are wrong.
As a weapon used against gods, the most terrifying thing about it is that on average, a god will be randomly selected every ten days and exiled from the world where the holder is.
While exiled, the deity cannot observe, control, contact, or influence the creatures and events of the world. It cannot enter the world as an avatar, manifestation, illusion, or possession, nor can it send out its outer-plane servants or items by other means. No cleric, druid, or ranger of the belief system can gain new spells.
Unless someone opens a portal to the kingdom of God from this world, it is basically the same as being locked up in a small dark room and completely cutting off contact.
Of course, this isolation is limited to a single plane.
In other words, the target chosen by the [Scepter of the Warlock King] is Oghma, the god of knowledge, and the holder happens to be in Faerun. The former will only cut off the connection with the planet Toril, and the activities in other planes will not be affected.
Only special gods with magical portfolios, such as Azuth, the God of Mages, and Midnight, the Goddess of Magic, are immune to the effects of the [Scepter of the Warlock King].
This is one of the reasons why such a powerful artifact was presented as a gift.
There is no other reason. Holding this thing is equivalent to automatically standing on the opposite side of the gods.
Perhaps the gods in the good camp would not necessarily take any action if they were suddenly locked up in a small dark room for ten days for no apparent reason, but the gods in the evil camp would definitely let their voters and the church find the holder of the scepter and kill him to vent their anger.
So it was given to little Anne as an inestimable gift.
On the one hand, this little guy is a quasi-divine power, so he naturally does not need to fear retaliation from other gods' elects and believers;
On the other hand, her background is strong enough, and basically no god would cause trouble just because she was exiled for only ten days.
Aisha, as a mother, had a doting smile on her face, not caring at all about the so-called royal etiquette.
And little Annie was like a hamster that had been fed. She got a large dimensional bag from somewhere and stuffed all the gifts she had received into it.
It seems that he intends to take them all away and use them as toys to kill time.
In particular, when testing the effects of several of the magic rings, many precious plants in the garden outside were almost uprooted, and even two or three statues and fountains were broken, causing quite a commotion at the banquet.
This scene made the Imperial Chancellor, Xiaode Tarovin, sigh slightly: "What incredible talent and potential. If I remember correctly, ordinary children cannot activate high-level magic items so skillfully and easily, let alone control them."
"Of course! Don't you see whose offspring this is?
And after tonight's banquet, all the rumors will be dispelled.
Most importantly, the entire continent of Faerun will know that His Majesty Soth has an outstanding daughter.
Any conspiracy against the imperial power structure will be rendered meaningless."
Finance Minister Vera raised her glass and took a sip of red wine, her eyes filled with undisguised joy.
Because a stable heir means a lot of things, especially in politics, and it can also make society as a whole more and more stable.
Xiaode Tarovin nodded in agreement: "You are right.
Especially for the Arcane Society and those forces controlled by His Majesty Soth himself, now we don't have to worry about them suddenly getting out of control one day.
Princess Anne has enough ability to make these guys continue to obey her.
The entire bureaucracy, nobles and businessmen will continue to contribute their strength under her deterrence.
You have to know that the empire has developed to this extent today, and ordinary mortal monarchs cannot control it at all.
Oh, I almost forgot, I heard that the regent of the Kingdom of Cormyr, Yalusail, is about to give birth too?"
"Yes." Vera gave an affirmative answer without hesitation. "According to the information sent back, the Iron Princess has entered the state of expecting to give birth. If nothing goes wrong, she should also give birth to a child with quasi-divine power. But don't worry, this child will inherit the throne of Cormyr in the future, and his surname will be Obaiszir. There will be no disputes over the right of succession."
"So Cormyr is a vassal and ally of the Empire to some extent?"
There was a barely perceptible glimmer of amusement in Shaud Tarovin's eyes.
As the prime minister, he certainly couldn't be unaware of Zuo Si's arrangements to the west of the Falling Star Sea.
Once Cormyr was taken, together with Sembia, which had almost finished its civil war and was about to establish a new regime, and the successfully restored elven kingdom of Cormanthor, the tentacles of the West Coast Empire had extended to the Moon Sea in the north, directly surrounding the two largest competitors in the region, Shade and Zhentil Keep.
This strategic suppression will undoubtedly make the two hostile political entities feel extremely nervous, or even suffocated.
Only if one of them defeats the other and integrates the other's land, population and power, will they be barely qualified to compete with the empire.
Therefore, it can be predicted that the war between Ghost City and Zhentil Keep will break out quickly in the near future.
Because both sides can't afford to delay any longer.
Vera smiled and replied, "Isn't this obvious?
It won't be long before the Cormyr royal family sends envoys to sign an alliance with the empire, and then begins to deal with those nobles who are ready to make trouble.
I know Yalusail.
She is not someone who would swallow her anger and allow the domestic nobles to ride on her head and shit on her.
Just the opposite!
When this woman goes crazy, she will not hesitate to raise her butcher knife and kill all the enemies who stand in her way."
Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden cry of surprise from other guests in the distance.
Little Annie, who was playing in the yard, suddenly used an unknown spell to create a tree hundreds of meters high and made entirely of energy out of thin air. Countless energy balls like fireworks ejected from the tree, and then exploded in mid-air, forming an extremely magnificent scene.
It was not difficult to tell from the shocked and bewildered expressions of the surrounding wizards that in terms of difficulty, this had obviously reached the standard of legendary magic.
But she didn't use any spells or spell materials, she just moved her fingers and did it easily.
Moreover, the spell's effect will not last for a few minutes or even a few hours, but will last for a full half a year before disappearing.
Some nobles have even begun to ask Aisha indirectly about Her Royal Highness's formation of guards and servants, and said that their families have many sons and daughters of suitable ages for the royal family to choose from.
It's a pity that Zuo Si had already made arrangements in this regard and had no intention of following tradition and recruiting children of the nobility.
Those sons of Superman who are still basking in the sun in outer space are the real knights and guards he prepared for his daughter.
At present, these hybrids created through artificial insemination and genetic technology have grown to about ten years old under continuous sunlight, and each of them looks very strong.
Because there is no atmosphere to block it, it is directly exposed in an orbit very close to the sun.
So every hour they get in the sun is equivalent to the amount of sun Superman gets on Earth for weeks or even months.
By adjusting the amount of hormones, Jinjitaxia can easily control its growth rate and ensure that the experimental subject can grow rapidly when its own energy storage is close to the upper limit.
The most powerful ones among them have now been awakened one after another and started learning and training how to master their abilities.
In an open space not far from the floating city of Mutahar, four pairs of underage Kryptonians were engaging in an unregulated melee at an extremely fast speed.
Whether it's the sonic boom produced by flying, the violent earthquake caused by punching, or the amazingly powerful thermal vision and super-low temperature air exhaled from the mouth, they use them all very skillfully.
In just the blink of an eye, they had fought dozens of rounds, and even permanently changed the terrain and topography within a radius of several kilometers.
Boom!!!!!! With a deafening roar, a deep pit appeared on the ground below, like the one left by a meteorite impact.
The diary stood on a high place and admired the scene with great interest. Without turning back, he asked, "Who do you think is stronger, these little guys or Superman?"
Jinji Tasha answered without hesitation: "Of course it is the latter.
Because our experimental subjects have been exposed to sunlight for too short a period of time, perhaps the situation will change in a year or two.
But even so, the strength, speed and ability to withstand blows they demonstrated are quite outstanding.
It can even be said to be the most powerful legion under the master's command.
Moreover, once the complete transformation of the Shuo Oil is completed, all attributes will increase significantly immediately, and at the same time, the disadvantage of being easily controlled by mental magic can be solved.
Just a few days ago, I ordered more artificial inseminations and started the corresponding genetic cloning project.
As the second phase of the plan, the army will number one million."
"One million super Kryptonians who possess the Life Codex like Superman? My God, this world is so crazy." The Diary complained, holding his head.
He simply couldn't imagine what kind of fear and despair would be brought to the enemy when millions of superhuman soldiers appeared on the battlefield in a year or two.
"Madness? No, this is science! This is technology! This is the fruit of knowledge and wisdom! The great father of New Phyrexia has given me these wonderful things, and it is my duty to tap their full potential."
While saying this, Jinji Taxia waved his complex mechanical tentacles, and both his tone and expression were filled with fanaticism and madness.
"Damn it! I almost forgot that you have no sense of awe at all.
A complete mad scientist from the beginning.
Forget it, do whatever you want, just don't let these Kryptonian creatures suddenly riot.
Another thing is to select the six best superhuman offspring as quickly as possible, preferably female.
The master wants to form a guard for his daughter."
The diary conveyed Zuo Si's orders very straightforwardly.
At first he just wanted to play a trick on this little guy, but he was almost twisted into a knot by the invisible force field.
Jinjitaxia nodded slightly: "I understand. I will complete the tests on all the experimental subjects within a week and give you a list. But are you sure that the guard does not need a knight?"
The diary quickly shook his head: “No need for knights.
Because the master has already locked in the candidate for the knight, that is, Superman's cousin Kara Zor-El.
He will bring this lady knight back from a timeline doomed to destruction.
In addition, you'd better pay attention to the Orcs in Sanctuary.
Some of these guys had very obvious mutations, and launched a tidal attack on the heavily defended monastery.
There should be results in the next few days.”
"Don't worry, I've been following up on the situation in Sanctuary.
The so-called mutation is actually the result of the Hulk's blood.
These mutants are more prone to anger in battle, rather than the excitement and joy of ordinary orcs.
Likewise, their strength, defense, and recovery abilities are also greater.
I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it's definitely true that mutants are more likely to become leaders in the pack."
When it comes to the fully-developed Orcs, Jinjitasha's interest suddenly becomes extremely high.
After all, these greenskins brought him so many surprises after they got up.
Considerable progress has been made in both the study of the mysterious subspace realm and the interference of souls, consciousness and group thinking in the real world.
To be precise, the researchers in the team discovered that the cells and spirits of all orcs are connected to each other, and they will resonate when they are excited, distorting reality to achieve something completely incredible and irrational.
This also explains why the "waaaaagh force field" and the "power of my thinking" are directly related to the number of orcs.
Only when enough orcs gather together will this reality-distorting force become stronger.
"Are you sure they won't eventually get completely out of control?"
There was very clear suspicion in the diary's tone.
Jinji Taxia seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally shook his head: "Probably not.
Because we used Warp Oil this time, all the orcs have become one of us since their spore form.
And now they no longer worship the two warp gods, Gogo and Maogo, but the great father of New Phyrexia.
The only trouble is that these guys are hard to control, and once there is nothing to do or no war, they will immediately start fighting and killing each other. "
"Sounds a bit like the demon from the Abyss?"
The corner of Diary's mouth twitched slightly uncontrollably.
Jinjitasha answered without hesitation: "Well, they are indeed very similar. They are both equally chaotic and disorderly. But the difference is that they reproduce much faster than demons, and they do not need to consume precious souls. They are very cheap cannon fodder."
"Well, we already have enough things that can be called natural disasters, so this one won't make a difference.
But can't you think of a way to give these orcs a wise leader by implanting their souls?
I think Thrall, the Warchief of the Horde in Azeroth, is pretty good.
And it won’t be long before his soul belongs to the master.”
As he said this, an undisguised look of mischief appeared on Diary's face.
Because the war between the two sides has been going on for quite some time as the Alliance began to attack the Horde led by the Orcs.
Especially Jaina, who experienced the pain of losing her father, has now inherited Daelin's position and become the supreme commander of the Kul Tiras naval fleet.
Under the fierce attack she launched, the defense line established by the orcs in Azshara was full of loopholes.
The centaurs, fur monsters, and ogres, who were recently won over by Thrall through diplomatic means, also had serious disagreements due to the increasingly worsening situation. Some orc clans even began to unscrupulously capture boarmen and harpies to use as slaves and cannon fodder.
It can be said that the desire to establish a new tribe has completely vanished with the end of the Third War.
In order to deal with the large number of mages and druids in the Alliance, Thrall had to activate those warlocks who were once marginalized. A brand new Shadow Council has once again taken root in the orc society.
What's even more terrible is that Jaina, who is good at strategy, also said that as long as the other party is willing to hand over the war criminal Thrall for trial, the Alliance will stop the attack and allow the remaining orcs to survive in Azeroth.
This was undoubtedly like a seed of betrayal buried deep in the hearts of all orcs.
Jingitashya, of course, knew everything that happened in Azeroth. He grinned and revealed a creepy smile: "Ah! I started preparing for this plan a long time ago. But before that, he needs to go to Toril to complete his mission and completely eliminate the faith of the orc gods from that world."
"Will this lead to a war of gods?"
Diary's expression changed slightly.
After all, this is a pantheon with one powerful god, five weaker gods, and a demigod.
Jinjitasha answered very straightforwardly: "Yes, this war is not limited to Toril, but will spread to the outer planes.
The great Father of New Phyrexia will use all his strength to crush these savage, ignorant, and dirty beasts, and prove to the other gods that as long as he wants, even a powerful pantheon with influence spread across countless planes can be destroyed in an instant.
In this war, we will invest all our research results to test their performance in actual combat.
You could even think of it as a preview of the final battle.
Watch as the entire universe trembles and fears our power!"
"Completely destroy the entire pantheon? The orc gods would never have dreamed that a single wrong choice would lead to such terrible revenge." The diary sighed slightly.
As the person who knew Zuo Si best, he certainly couldn't be unaware of how strong his master's desire for revenge was.
Many times, the reason why we don’t take action immediately is not because we have forgotten or just let it go, but because we are secretly accumulating strength to give the other party a big blow at the right time.
And this war against the Orc pantheon is the most typical example.
The level of terror he was plotting was exactly the same as when he dealt with the Prince of Lies, Xirik.
"Humph! Anyone or any god who provokes the great Father of New Phyrexia will have to pay the price. No one can be an exception."
After saying this, Jinjitasha ordered the sons of Superman who were fighting in the distance to stop.
In the blink of an eye, a dozen boys and girls in special tights flew back at an extremely fast speed, landed steadily on the ground, and knelt on one knee in front of the blue demon judge who created them.
Because they had received a lot of brainwashing in the hibernation chamber before, each of them had almost perfect obedience.
Looking at these hybrid Kryptonians who possessed various characteristics of other intelligent creatures, Jinjitaxia said without a trace of emotion: "In three days, I will conduct a strict selection of you and select the six best people.
And these six selected people will have the honor of serving as personal guards for the master's daughter, Her Royal Highness Anne.
This is a supreme honor!
I hope everyone can perform to the best of their ability and show their best side.
Remember, you only get one chance.”
As the last word came out of his mouth, the sons of Superman present all raised their heads, their eyes sparkling with excitement, anticipation and enthusiasm.
A girl who obviously had dragon bloodline, with horns on her head, wings and a tail behind her, asked excitedly, "Sir, what are the selection criteria?"
“It’s simple, just a one-on-one duel.
The winners advance and the losers are eliminated until the strongest six are selected.
Now you can go back and prepare.
Whether it is traveling to outer space to absorb solar energy, or training one's combat skills or magical abilities.
Anyway, just come back and gather at noon three days later."
After saying that, Jinjitasha waved his hand and signaled these sons of supermen to disperse on the spot.
moment!
The latter turned into afterimages that could not be captured by the naked eye and disappeared into the sky.
Needless to say, all of them chose to go to the place closest to the sun to absorb more sunlight.
Because this is the fastest and most effective way to improve your own strength, no doubt about it.
As for studying and exercising, they can be done near the sun.
After all, the relevant knowledge has been instilled into the brain in advance.
…
At the same time, in a room on the second floor of a hotel far away in Neverwinter.
Two men had just finished a fierce fight. One of them was lying on the bed, smoking his pipe with relish, while the other quickly put on his clothes like a thief, covered his face with a hood, and stealthily stuck his head out to make sure there was no one else in the corridor, then tiptoed out through the back door.
The man lying on the bed smoking was none other than Dumbledore, who came to investigate the awakening of the creator race. The guy who ran away was Eribeth's fiancé Van Swick.
The reason these two people got together was entirely because of Deszel's behind-the-scenes trickery.
He got a bottle of powerful magic potion from somewhere. As long as a drop of blood was added into it, the person who took it would fall madly in love with the owner of the blood.
So Van Swick quickly fell and became the handsome man in the "Beauty Trap".
It has to be said that anyone who can leave a name in the history of the continent of Faerun is basically not an easy person to deal with.
Although in the eyes of many people, Deszel is at best just a pawn thrown to the front to cause trouble, he is still quite good at playing tricks and schemes.
At least Van Swick was firmly in his hands from beginning to end.
Just as Dumbledore finished smoking a pack of cigarettes and was about to get up to drink some drink to moisten his throat, a portal suddenly opened out of nowhere, and Zuo Si's figure instantly appeared.
When the latter saw the naked buttocks of the principal and the strange smell in the air, he froze in his place. After several seconds, he finally realized what had happened. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "I think I came at a bad time?"
"Hahahaha! No, you came at the right time. If you came earlier, it might have been awkward."
Dumbledore laughed and put on the wizard's robe. He looked rosy-cheeked and extremely happy, with no intention of hiding or being embarrassed at all.
Because he was completely accustomed to the open atmosphere of sex in the continent of Faerun, he didn't care about telling others about his unique special orientation.
"Seducing a married man and destroying someone else's marriage is not something to be proud of."
Zuo Si reminded him with a twitching mouth.
But Dumbledore responded disapprovingly: "Doesn't the great God of Love and Beauty teach everyone that love is free and unrestrained and should not be bound by anything? Moreover, engagement is not marriage."
"But you should be able to see that Van Swick is affected by some kind of magical power. And no matter how you mess around, how will it end when your old lover Gellert Grindelwald comes?" Zuo Si asked bluntly.
When he thought about two old men over a hundred years old fighting each other because of jealousy, or simply turning against each other because of love turning into hatred, he felt like he had so much to complain about that he didn't know where to start.
And most importantly, as a holy knight, Eribes is an absolute love-pure person, who doesn't even allow holding hands or kissing before the official marriage.
Once she finds out that Van Swick is having an affair with an older man, she will definitely end the engagement without hesitation.
It would be really funny if this incident caused her to turn evil and fall into depravity.
After all, Erebus's real name is - Two-Soul Vadalia.
This means that behind her kind appearance there is a huge dark side.
Once subjected to serious external stimulation, their personality may take a 180-degree turn.
"Don't worry, Gellert is not as petty as you think.
And how do you know that we can't all go on adventures together in this wonderful world, and find joy together that we've never had before?
Sometimes there is actually not much difference between two people and three people.
As long as there is love in your heart, everything is possible.
What's more, I'm indirectly helping you a lot.
Don't tell me you don't have feelings for that beautiful and charming paladin lady."
After saying that, Dumbledore poured himself a glass of his favorite mead, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. He looked so high-spirited that he didn't look like an old man who was over a hundred years old.
Zuo Si was obviously shocked by the shameless remarks of the "old scumbag" by the principal, and immediately asked, "So you knew that Fanswick deliberately threw out the bait, and then resolutely swallowed it?"
Dumbledore put down his empty glass and asked with a smile: "Why not? After all, this bait is so delicious and can also paralyze the enemy very well.
You have to know that Deszel was very cautious in the competition during this period and did not leave any handle at all.
Only if I take the bait will he start to become bolder and reveal more flaws.
By the way, I heard you have a child?"
"Yes, a daughter. I named her Annie. And another one is coming soon."
Zuo Si gave a very straightforward affirmative answer, because this was not a secret at all.
"Will you send them to Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore asked again with interest.
Zuo Si shook his head gently: "No. Because my offspring are not suitable to go to a mortal magic school, and the professors at Hogwarts are not capable of teaching and controlling them."
"That's true." Dumbledore looked thoughtful. "I remember that you and Miss Granger have always maintained a close relationship. Don't you have any children?"
"Not yet. Because she is pursuing career success and doesn't want to be a mother so early. And you can rest assured that even if we have a child, we will not leave it on Earth."
Zuo Si obviously knew what the principal was worried about and gave a promise directly.
Dumbledore immediately smiled with relief after hearing these words.
Because he knew very well how terrible damage a quasi-divine power would cause to the fragile balance of the earth and the entire magical world.
(End of this chapter)
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