Blue Sword

Medea found that Mier had indeed changed a lot recently.

Not only in temperament, but also in behavior, etc., she gradually formed a clear difference from the original naive and ignorant half-elf girl.

Could this guy have been taken away by that banshee king Minerva?

No... Medea quickly overturned this guess.

She has been observing Mi'er and can confirm that her changes are not sudden, but gradual.

Although the change is a bit fast, the half-elf girl is indeed gradually becoming mature, restrained, and even a little gloomy.

Occasionally Medea would try to read her mind, only to get a scratchy noise, and then Mel would look up at her.

She didn't say anything, she just sat there quietly and looked over, and Medea understood what she meant.

The companions who could be easily influenced in the past are now completely out of her control, which makes Medea feel a little helpless - she has to transform the half-elf girl who has become the Antichrist from a pawn that can be used to a pawn. Objects that require alliance.

After Asker's review and analysis meeting, the girls dispersed tiredly. Mia was about to take Mi'er to play with her when she suddenly noticed that Medea was looking at her with a smile.

"Mia, you go ahead, I'll come back to you later." Mi'er said with a smile.

Mia left in confusion, while Mier and Medea came to the edge of the woods behind the mountain.

In the center of Fire Island is a high mountain, with a gentle slope to the south and a steeper slope to the north. However, at the foot of the mountain and close to the ocean shore, the south side is mainly dominated by rocks and straits, while the north side has fine and fine sandy beaches. So the girls opened a path on the north side of the mountain, leading directly to the beach at the foot of the mountain.

This small forest is located between the beach and the foot of the mountain. Because it is blocked from the sun by the mountains, it looks extremely dark and quiet. People rarely come here. After Medea observed and confirmed that there was no one around, she asked Mier with a smile:

"How's it going? Did you find out anything about the relic of the Hauteville family?"

"That is a necklace." Mi'er replied, "A necklace made from the teeth of the 'Wolf that Shakes the Earth' can summon an extraordinary creature from the North every day."

"It is precisely through this that the Otwell family has obtained a steady stream of materials needed for the 'Northern Horn' blood potion."

"Well, did you confirm this by observing the future timeline?" Medea showed a thoughtful expression and asked, "But the future will also change, right?"

"No, I have additional information channels." Mi'er replied seriously, "So you don't have to doubt it."

Additional information channels? Could it be the power legacy left to her by the previous Antichrist? Medea secretly guessed.

"So, do your information channels have any suggestions on how to obtain this relic?" she asked again.

This time Mi'er was silent for a long time, and after a few minutes she answered:

"The Hauteville family is our enemy rather than our friend."

"So, just beat them."

"You mean, defeating a Norman extraordinary family with a complete bloodline and two demigods?" Medea's smile continued.

"That's right." Mi'er said.

"I understand." Medea nodded thoughtfully, "Other than that, is there any other information you can provide?"

"No more." Mi'er shook her head, "Tonight it's my turn to stay vigil outside."

"I go first."

She said goodbye to Medea, and then teleported away from Hearth Island. Medea's smile gradually faded from her face, turning into an expression of intriguing contemplation.

Coming to the real plane, Peggy is responsible for keeping the ancient books today. Mi'er said a few words to her, and the vampire girl immediately teleported back to Hearthfire Island and happily went to find Ask.

Mi'er was sitting in the back compartment of a military vehicle. Each vehicle carried about 10 mercenaries or Templars, and the entire convoy was heading towards southern Italy.

Since Cang Qing Sword has a total of 9 people, apart from the driver, no one outside their team is arranged to ride in this car.

"There are still three hours to reach the destination." Sitting in the cab in front is a female driver with fair skin and chestnut hair. She is wearing black calfskin gloves and sunglasses and is chewing gum in her mouth.

"Yeah." Mi'er said.

After a while, she asked again:

"What can you say about Hildafa's life experience?"

"Ah, judging from the information currently available, she should indeed be a bloodline of the Hauteville family." The female driver put her hands on the steering wheel and said leisurely, "Whether it is her late mother or this father... you understand I mean, Minerva?"

Mi'er sighed quietly.

"Look, we may think this is unethical and disgusting, but the northern wilderness is really not particular about this." The female driver continued, as if chatting casually, "Sometimes they have more than a dozen households in a remote village. People are basically related to each other by blood, who can you find to get married to? They are all relatives...so it doesn't matter in terms of avoiding relatives."

"Of course, her father is indeed a scumbag. Even in the simple Norman family view, he is an out-and-out scumbag. It can be seen from what happened to her mother later - if Hidley When I met him, I think he was more interested in the North Wind Ax than he was in his own daughter."

"So I'm thinking about whether to tell her about this matter." Mi'er rubbed her brows in worry, "Why should I consider this kind of thing... I'm not an adult yet..."

"This is the price of power." The female driver looked out the window behind her sunglasses and said with emotion, "Natasha's most common saying before was, 'With great power comes great responsibility.'"

"Sometimes, it's not that you are destined to bear a certain fate, but that only you have the ability to bear it. This is not a curse, but a mission; of course you can choose to escape, then no one will bear it. If we bear the corresponding responsibility, the ending of this world will be tragic."

"It's still too heavy for me, an underage girl." Mi'er said.

"Then learn to adapt slowly, Minerva." The female driver said jokingly, "I heard that half-elves usually mature early?"

"That's a rumor." Mi'er said seriously.

"But Rasul did say that you are very precocious." The female driver knocked on the steering wheel, "Anyway, either you tell that Hidliba to make her have unnecessary expectations for family affection and fatherly love, and then destroy it. ...Presumably this can be transformed into hatred, which is the content of her ritual mission: to kill the person she truly hates."

"Of course, you can also choose not to tell her. Maybe her ritual tasks will be delayed, but it may not be a bad thing for her. There is nothing more annoying than reuniting after being separated for many years, only to find out that her father is a scumbag... It feels tragic.”

"The main reason is that I observed the future line and found that there is a high probability that it will converge to the world line where they met." Mi'er said.

"Isn't that better?" the female driver said nonchalantly, spitting the gum out of the window, "Now that the ceremony is destined, what else do you choose? Anyway, the father and daughter will meet again."

"No, there is still a difference." Mi'er said, "If I tell her the whole truth, at least she can be mentally prepared in advance."

"But then you have to explain the source of your information." The female driver shook her head and joked, "Are you planning to introduce my new friend to your companions?"

"Forget it, Shirley." Mi'er was slightly moved, but finally gave up, "Medea is actually right."

"After all, I should keep some trump cards, so as not to lose my leeway and be caught off guard."

Thanks to Shui Bo for the 100 coins~