Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 325 Final Decision

   companion, is the messenger of heaven.

   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 changed back to the child's voice.

  Wronged, immature.

  Desperate.

   "If it is really your companion," the baby's voice is low, "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 is the same as your mother until the last second of life. , They are protecting you, they are to make you live healthy and happy, not to become the way you are now."

  Fitz wanted to raise his arm, wanted to stand up from the throne, but couldn't.

  He can only lower his head and cry loudly.

  The baby then said, "If you want to become a god, no one will stop you. The little **** doesn't care, but your purpose of becoming a **** is to rebel 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 come back to life?..."

   "It’s not impossible to come back from the dead," the baby said word by word, "but your mother is different."

  Xiaolan's heart chuckled.

  She is waiting, the next word from the baby.

  It seems...I'm about to approach the truth of my identity.

   "Xiaolan, you are different."

  This sentence, she has heard it many times.

  Fitz’s mother, the woman who looked exactly like her, was different.

  "Why..." Fitz stopped crying and began to mutter to himself, "Why..."

  The baby took a breath, seeming to swallow the words that had already reached his mouth.

   "Baby sister," Xiaolan couldn't help but raised her head and asked, "His mother..."

"Hahahahaha..." Fitz's spirit came to the edge of collapse, and suddenly he smiled sharply, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I said, even so, why are you here? Are you here to kill me? Can you kill me?...Hahahaha..."

He's crazy.

  Fitz laughed out of breath, his body trembled violently on the throne, but he couldn't leave it for half a step.

  The baby looked at him calmly, the tenderness in his eyes had long since disappeared.

   "I am not the one who should kill you," for a long time, the baby opened his mouth, "but someone will kill you."

  "Hahahahaha...Who will come? Who can kill me? Who..."

  Fitz's movement suddenly stopped.

  He held his head high, his hands still clapping the armrest.

  Behind the throne, there was a rustling sound.

  Fitz twitched suddenly, and the black hood slipped down his forehead little by little.

  His face finally appeared.

   Xiaolan once imagined, what kind of face would it be?

  Fitz's hands are dry and ugly, and the face under the hood must be equally old.

  The hood slipped a little bit.

   Showing a clean and young face that can even be called handsome.

  Moreover, his facial features are somewhat similar to Xiaolan.

  Fitz opened his mouth wide, his eyes widened unwillingly.

  Behind the throne, a black shadow slowly appeared.

  In the dark shadow, the silhouette of a person stood up silently, the person's arm penetrated the throne, and the thing in his hand was pierced onto Fitz's back.

  The man has gray and silver hair, untidy, covering his face, body hunched, and leaning forward.

  The appearance of an assassin is neither handsome nor stalwart.

   is just an unkempt little old lady.

   "The name of the witch will never disappear from the royal city for the second time."

   "Ainul!"

  Shose shouted.

  "Ai...Ainul..." Fitz squeezed a few intermittent bytes from his throat.

   "Ainul," the white-haired old woman gritted her teeth and said, "a name that has been forgotten by you and forgotten by the royal city."

  Fitz couldn't think that it would be this person who killed himself.

   "Impossible..." Fitz shook his head, "You can't kill me... I will never... I can't die... I won't die..."

  Aynuel made a motion of drawing a knife, retracted his arm, raised the thing in her hand, and a small silver light flickered in her hand.

  "Aren’t you always curious, the night before the Queen’s death, did you talk to me all night," Ainuel’s voice was old, but loudly, "This is the last thing the Queen gave me."

  It was a palm-sized dagger. The handle was inlaid with a familiar ruby. The middle of the blade was silvery white, but the sharp part was glowing red.

  Fitz supported the armrest with one hand, shaking, looking behind him.

  He was looking at the dagger.

"The queen bet the end of all plans on me," Aynuel said coldly. "She puts her own ability, the stable king city, and the strongest fighters in the king city-Sheget and Xia Li left it to you. I hope you will follow her teachings and become the new Mingjun in the city. She paved all the way 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.

   Ainulton paused, and pulled his black robe away with his right hand, and took out a ball shaped like a glass bead from his arms.

   "Listen to yourself."

  She clenched her fist, the ball made a soft "boom" in the palm of her hand, and yellow smoke gushed from her fingers. At the same time, there was a female voice echoing in the hall.

  "Ainul, can't you still predict the future of the city?"

   "Queen, I am unable to accomplish such an important thing," This is Ainul's voice-younger than now, "If it were my aunts, maybe..."

   "It's okay," the voice smiled softly, "I have done my best to plan the next journey for Fitz."

   "Fitz is your son, he will definitely become the new king loved by the people of the city." At that time, Ainuel's voice was full of vitality.

   "I hope so, but there are other considerations."

  The voices of the two people paused.

"what do you mean?……"

   "Ainul, leave this to you."

  "This...Queen...Why are you...Queen! What are you doing?!..."

"This is the short blade belonging to the royal city. On it, there is the curse of the first generation of witches on the people who destroyed the royal city." The voice was trembling, "and... and my blood, if it really happened to you Things that I couldn't foresee made Fitz go astray..."

   "No! Queen! Never!"

"Ainuel, listen to me," the woman said slowly, "If Fitz really goes astray and commits a crime that endangers the city, Ainul, please don't hesitate, you must take back the guardian of the city. Responsibility, use this knife stained with the blood of the biological mother to end his life."

  (End of this chapter)