Chapter 346

Ramiro I's face changed suddenly for only 0.5 seconds.

Then he returned to normal. Under the gaze of the priest and the soldiers, he waved his hand without expression and walked out of the crowd watching him.

Waiting for him to get into the carriage brought by his servant, he said angrily, "don't you worry about death if you talk about the future crown prince?"

He asked his housekeeper coldly, "who was judged... To be a wizard at birth?"

Milaro's query naturally has his reason. He has dealt with church people for countless times in half his life, and more than a dozen witches have been executed for them, whether they are witches or witches, whether they are true or cheating. However, most of them are in their twenties, and the youngest one is 15 or 16 years old.

He still doesn't know the specific cause of the wizard, but he knows that his son who hasn't met is less than a month old. It's crazy to use "Wizard" to call a child who has been a month old.

The old housekeeper was about to cry: "master, I'm not joking with you. Just go and have a look."

Looking at this housekeeper who has been with him for more than ten years, his heart sank to the bottom.

"Say what you know!" Ramiro said in a deep voice.

The housekeeper didn't dare to hide. He told everything that happened in the count's castle one month after Ramiro left.

At that time, not long after Ramiro left, his wife gave birth to a baby boy. The countess named him sizewell, which she had discussed with count Ramiro very early.

When Xavier was born, he looked no different from the others. Crying loud, hungry milk, full sleep.

But soon, others realized that something was wrong.

The countess went to the toilet one night, and when she woke up, the baby found that her mother was not there, she burst into tears. This cry, from the bedroom to the toilet walls collapsed, collapsed out of a straight channel. From the bedroom to the toilet, I almost scared the countess sitting on the toilet into the toilet.

The maid helped the frightened lady up from the toilet and went to the bedroom. The baby kept crawling along the collapsed corridor until they put their mother and son together again. The baby didn't cry any more.

That night, the castle was full of lights, and the guards believed that someone had broken into the castle, so they collapsed the wall. But after searching for a long time, they didn't find the culprit. Finally, they could only blame the craftsman who built the castle for cutting corners and whipping the master who was in charge of building the castle with 20 lashes, and the matter was over.

But it wasn't over yet. Another week later, on this day, several fruit growers outside the castle sent fresh cherries. The cherry was red and the countess liked it very much. Besides eating cherries, she teased her children with cherries. The red cherries swayed in front of Xavier. Xavier liked the red toys very much and wanted to eat cherries.

But his wife just teased him, no other meaning, after all, so big children can't eat fruit, can only eat milk. So after teasing for a while, he took the cherry back.

He began to cry again, so his wife quickly nursed him and ordered the maid to take away her cherries.

But then there was a disaster. Sizewell in the cradle cried, so hundreds of cherries flew in from outside the castle, smashed the glass and piled up in the lady's room. In less than a minute, the cherry, like a flood, rushed out of the lady's room, smashed the wooden door, rushed several maids in the corridor down the stairs, and turned the escorts to the ground.

"On that day, all the cherry growers in the whole Aragon area were almost bankrupt, and the fruit on their trees disappeared. When the guard fished away the cherry as high as the mountain with a basin, your child was sitting in the cherry and laughing... "

the housekeeper said, his voice was getting lower and lower, Ramiro's face turned pale, and his heart was cold. He squeezed a few words from his teeth:" and then? "

"And then..."

the housekeeper looked at Ramiro in horror: "since that day, the lady has repelled all the guards and maids, locked them up, and then stayed with your children without leaving. She dare not go anywhere."

When the housekeeper said that, Ramiro was a little relieved.

At this time, the carriage stopped, and the master and servant returned to the count's castle.

Ramiro left the carriage, stamped his feet, left the guard and walked alone to the depths of the palace. Only his staff and housekeeper followed him closely.

It wasn't long before he came to the inner court of the castle through the closed outer court.

Here, he stopped his deputy and housekeeper from following him.

Milaro walked alone along the long corridor leading to his wife's bedroom.

The brazier in the corridor was burning with flames, but when he entered the place, he didn't feel warm at all.Every brazier is like an eye. Every time he passes through a brazier, an eye will open and stare at him coldly. The invisible oppression is indescribable, as if he was watched by a God. All the secrets in his heart are revealed at a glance. No matter he once plotted to kill people, or had an affair with a maid in the toilet, or fell into a cesspit when he was a child, everything was seen Lamiro had been left behind since he was a child, and he had been in this position for several years. However, under the strange pressure, he played a rare retreat. But when he thought that it was just his son and wife, he bit his teeth and forced himself to go straight forward under the strange pressure.

With the pressure increasing, he could only hear his strong breathing. Even the brazier in front of him seemed to be distorted, and the ground under his feet became wriggling flesh and blood, making it difficult for him to move forward.

But Ramiro withstood the pressure. Although every step he took was like stepping over ten meters, he eventually withstood the pressure.

By the time he finally came to the bedroom door of his wife and children, he was sweating like a fish out of the water.

Open the door, he saw his wife holding a young son, on the four pillars bed, looking at himself with a smile.

The wife is smiling, and the baby in her arms is staring at him curiously with a pair of round eyes. The baby is carved with powder and jade. It looks lovely.

"Mia!"

He called his wife in vain, staring at the baby boy in his wife's arms.

"Ramiro..."

his wife gently called him and hugged his young son. The invisible pressure was weakened. King Ramiro I tightened his light armor and gritted his teeth to the bedside of four pillars.

The baby gradually lost his curiosity about him. Maybe he was hungry. He held out his little hand and scratched around his mother's chest to find milk to drink.

The moment the baby looked away, the pressure suddenly disappeared and Ramiro I's shoulders relaxed.

He took a long breath and said, "come on, let me give you a hug."

He reached for the child he had never met and took him from his mother's arms. Such a simple action led to the baby crying.

As soon as the baby cried, Ramiro felt that he was hit by the invisible wind, and the huge force pushed him to the door. The baby he held tightly did not let him out of his arms.

In his wife's shrill cry, he stepped back, smashed the vase, knocked down the table and knocked down the door.

But milaro still didn't let go. The baby cried louder. He pushed his legs and scratched his arms. With his movements, the count's castle was shaking and the dust and stones were falling. It's like it's in the center of a magnitude eight earthquake.

Ramiro was shocked. When he passed the corridor, he thought that the boy might be terrible, but he never thought that he would be so terrible.

Crackling...

the brazier in the corridor fell to the ground, and the overhead chandelier smashed to the ground. In the crazy retreat, he bumped into a fallen brazier and fell to the ground. His face was cut a deep notch by the gravel. He subconsciously held the boy tightly to avoid being hurt by the falling stones.

Finally, after more than ten seconds of desperation and fear, the baby boy probably wanted to catch his breath, and his cry was interrupted. So the ground stopped shaking and the wind stopped.

The disheartened milaro immediately got up from the ground. He was all in rags. The plain robe worn from Pamplona, the capital of Navarra, was burned with holes.

The blood left from his cheek, dripping on the baby's fingers in his arms. The baby sucked the blood on his fingers, smacked his mouth, looked at Ramiro's eyes gradually calm, and even reached for his chin.

Ramiro I was panting and staring at the baby in his arms. God knows what he was holding!?

At this time, the staff and housekeeper rushed in from the outside, followed by a large group of panic guards.

When the housekeeper saw Ramiro I standing in the corridor with his baby in his arms, he quickly opened his arms and stopped the others outside.

And the staff came to Ramiro in a hurry, looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes in disbelief, and said in shock: "I've never seen such a powerful magic wave before. It's terrible, terrible, terrible..."

he shivered: "ordinary wizard children will wake up around the age of ten, but it's far less than your children's level, such as If he grows up alive, he will be a terrible wizard. "

The experienced staff said that, Ramiro I was also in a cold sweat.

Aragon and even the whole kingdom of Navarra were founded on Catholicism. Catholicism is their core belief and their foundation.

What the church dislikes most is heresy. Among them, the most severe suppression and attack is witches and witches. There is no difference between treating witches and witches and treating demons. Whenever a wizard is found, he must be killed.If people find that the baby they gave birth to is a wizard, a devil, then... The consequences are simply unimaginable.

He was born out of wedlock, so his legitimacy is in doubt. If he is labeled as a wizard father, the king can't sit down.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy Ramiro I was. He looked at the baby's plump cheek in his arms and felt the sword on his waist with his other hand.

At this time, the countess covered her chest and rushed out of the corridor, snatching the baby from his arms.

"What do you... What do you want to do?"

The countess, holding her child in her arms, looked warily at Ramiro and screamed, "I warn you, this is your own flesh and blood."

"Master," the staff stepped forward and said decisively, "we can't stay. The influence of the church is everywhere. He must be baptized. If the bishop knows about it, then you...

the staff didn't go on. Ramiro clenched the hilt of his sword and turned pale. One side is unfathomable, completely unable to shake the church forces, the other side is his own flesh and blood....

looking at Ramiro's unpredictable face, his wife could not help but scream back: "stop your imagination, Ramiro!"

"Master...!"

The staff urged anxiously.

Miso!

The blade is pulled out of its sheath.

Click!!

Blood spattered.

The countess's face was fixed with horror.

Lamiro I pulled out his cross sword with a speed of lightning, and stabbed his deputy to death. Then, he pulled out the blade mercilessly. I've been following myself for five years, and now I'm still stabbed to death by my incredible staff.

He said coldly: "no matter how smart you are, you should not challenge my bottom line!"

With that, he pulled out the blade and let the staff body flop to the ground.

In the silence, only babies babble.

Ramiro I wiped his sword, walked up to the housekeeper and said, "but all the servants who knew about the two magic rampages will be dismissed. If anyone dares to chew his tongue, he will be killed."

"Yes."

The housekeeper looked at the twitching corpse on the ground, relieved, and bent down deeply.

After the housekeeper left, ramilori's sword returned to its sheath.

He went up to the baby and looked down at him.

Even though he killed someone in front of the baby boy just now, the baby boy was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed and held out his tender hand to hold Ramiro I's beard.

Looking at the baby's smiling face, Ramiro's face was softer.

He poked his finger in the child's face and said in a low voice, "I'm really worthy of being my son. He was born to do great things."

The baby grabbed his finger, and the stone wound on his face healed automatically.

Ramiro I solemnly said to his wife: "never let anyone find his magic talent. Before he comes of age, I want him to get the best royal education, so that he can completely forget the fact that he is a wizard."