“Adult, something went wrong,” Makarov certainly understood what the other person’s eyes meant, but deliberately turned a blind eye and replied with a respectful remark: “This is not Her Highness the Eldest Princess, she is the mistress of Count of Tonigel, and it is also a very A powerful woman.”
“I didn’t expect you to be such a villain, Makarov,” Amandina looked at the traitor, coldly started talking: “You betray Her Highness the Princess, and also tarnish my relationship with Lord Thane, you think everyone is like Are you as dirty as you are, and you still have her face called Her Highness the Princess.”
Makarov was just about to talk about irony, but he heard Warlock Sadr screaming in a sigh of relief: “Give me shut up!”
He suddenly extended the hand, a lightning bolt coming out of his fingertips and hitting Amandina’s chest. Amandina screamed, only feeling that she had collided with a bookcase, and the pain in the vest came, and the bookshelf had been overturned on her. The book fellily and buried her underneath.
The blood immediately came out from all over, and there was a salty taste in her mouth. She coughed weakly twice and felt that she almost passed out. But then she heard Warlock Sadr’s voice say: “You better give me an explanation, Makarov.”
“Big, adults…” Makarov resisted the uneasiness and argued: “…I don’t quite understand.”
“People are grabbing my hands, but things are for you, do you think that my men dare to deceive me?” Warlock Sadr sits in one’s own position, the gloomy face is like a cloud of storms “Now we caught the person, you told me that she is not the Her Highness the Princess?”
“Adult…I understand…” Makarov swallowed and tried his best to understand the problem: “Can you show me?”
Warlock Sadr coldly snorted, throwing a jewel in the hand, that is the Goering gem used by the Bansiya to verify her bloodline when she captured Amandina.
Makarov took the jewel silently and observed it carefully – this jewel was originally part of the Lion Heart Holy Sword, which was inlaid on the weight hammer of the Holy Sword by the first generation of the foundry sword as a symbol of Aouine’s kingship.
Later in the Battle of Balta, the gems were lost from the sword, and Knights regained it after a year; after that, First King Eicht used it to create a crown that has always been the treasure of the Sifah family.
After the demise of the Sifah dynasty, the crown symbolizing the kingship naturally came to the Corcova family. Its last owner was Oberg VII. Before the faint old king died, he entrusted the crown to royals. ―In fact, this crown has always been kept in the hands of Makarov and Oberbeck.
Makarov looked at the jewel that exuded the rays of light, and looked over and over for a long time but couldn’t see it. He vowed that this jewel must be a true Goering gem. How could this be a problem?
For a while, this traitor took the jewel and doubts head. Looking at his expression, Warlock Sadr understands that this is in vain. Time: “Do you want to say that I made a mistake?”
“Adult, I…” Makarov’s cold sweat is really down. He may still be a personal thing in Aouine, but in front of the Sasaarland people, this identity is not worth mentioning.
He was preparing to find a statement to explain, but it was at this time that a hoarse sneer came from under the overturned bookshelf: “…Mr. Warlock, why should you let him continue to deceive you?”
Makarov subconsciously turned back.
He saw ‘hua’ and the bookshelf was pushed away by a pair of weak arms.
A girl with a wounded body crawled hard from below, and the books and sundry things fell from her like rain, but in the end the girl staggered and stood still.
The girl looked at the two people in the room and her eyes finally fell on Warlock Sadr.
“Adult, she…” Makarov realized that it was not good, and he was busy starting talking.
But Warlock Sadr expressionless, even the rest of his face disappeared: “Let her go.”
Makarov had to shut up, but the expression was very angry.
“Give me the gems,” Amandina did not intend to let him go. Coldly looked at the traitor: “The Goering gem is Aouine’s relic, and you can give it to you.”
“What do you do?” Makarov felt a little bad in his heart.
Amandina didn’t answer him at all, only look at towards Warlock Sadr.
“Give her,” Warlock Sadr replied.
“Adult, be careful she might break this gem…”
“Give her.” Warlock Sadr added a tone.
Makarov had no choice but to do so.
He is known as Lantolian’s crafty fox, but the cunning fox doesn’t dare to make it in front of the real lion. Although it’s a crafty plots and machinations, it doesn’t make much difference here.
Amandina took over the gems, and the Goering gems, which had just appeared ordinary, touched her hand and immediately bloomed.
And when the gem was dyed with her blood, it suddenly flared brightly – the gem center seemed to glow with a flame, it slowly expanded outward, and finally became bright and innocent, emitting towards all directions Soft light.
The girl holds the jewel in her hands as if she had lifted a sun.
The dazzling rays of light shot all directions, making Makarov unable to look straight, even if it was not far away, Warlock Sadr could not help but blink.
“This…” Makarov was stupid. He blocked his eyes by hand. Loudly said: “…how is this possible!”
But Warlock Sadr looked much more calm, and he only looked at Amandina thoughtfully.
Amandina put down the gems as if with her mind, the ray’s rays of light faded with her movements.
Her mines head came, and with Warlock Sadr’s gaze, expression was very calm and said: “The person you are looking for is not reliable. He doesn’t even know the true meaning of Goering gem. He tried to use this gem to find Princess Gryphine. It’s ridiculous.”
After saying this, Amandina closed her mouth.
Just waiting silently.
But the heart is actually nervous to the extreme, she is gambling, but as long as she guessed a possibility, she may die here soon.
Fortunately, she does not seem to make mistakes on key issues.
“Don’t provoke distraction,” Sadr said only coldly. “No matter what you know, little girl, but only if you prove one’s own value, you can live.”
“I mean,” Amandina was unmoved and replied coldly: “You have found the wrong person at all. Although the Corcova family ruled Aouine today, they are only the squatters.”
At this time Makarov finally came back from his senses from the shock.
He listened to this sentence, and suddenly there was a possibility of almost no existence in his mind: “Wait, you… you mean…”
Amandina looked at the man with a disgusted look. She reached out and pulled out a necklace from under her neck. The necklace that had lost the pendant, swaying gently in her hand – gleamed in the afternoon sun.
“Do you recognize it, Mr. Crafty Fox?”
“The heart of Sifah!” Makarov almost retreat one step: “You, you are the direct heir to the Sifah royal family!?”
“Wait a moment,” Warlock suddenly interrupted the two people impatiently: “What is this? You said that she is also a heir to the royal family. You mean that the Corcova royal family has not only two heirs, but this and I get The information does not match.”
“Adult, this is not the case.” Makarov reacted and did not dare to rush to tell Aouine’s history briefly, which explains why the kingdom has two royal bloodlines.
He talked about the change of the dynasty from the Battle of Greymount, and the rise of the Corcova family. Sadr finally interrupted his words impatiently and reached out and said: “Okay, I am not interested in these chattering trivia, I don’t care about this. In the small place, a few kings have been born – in fact, this is only a problem for you, that is, does this little girl not meet the requirements?”
Makarov stunned.
He immediately replied with some embarrassment: “…Adult, if she is telling the truth, I think it should be the same. Lion Heart Holy Sword was originally held by First King Eicht, and First King Eicht is actually the Sifah family. The ancestor… This woman is a direct descendant of Erkan III, which is actually more inherited than the Sifah family today.”