Medea discovered that Mier had indeed changed a lot recently.
Not only in terms of temperament, but also in behavior and other aspects, she gradually formed a clear difference from the original innocent 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 tried to read her mind, but all she got was a hoarse noise, and then Miriam raised her head and looked 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 one that needs an alliance.
Object.
After Ask's review and analysis meeting ended, the girls dispersed tiredly. Mia was about to take Mi'er to play with her when she suddenly noticed Medea looking at her with a smile.
"Mia, you go ahead, I'll come find 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 Hearthfire Island is a high mountain, with a gentler slope in the south and a steeper slope in the north. However, at the foot of the mountain and close to the ocean shore, the south is mainly reefs and straits, but the north has good and fine sandy beaches. Therefore, the girls are on the north side of the mountain.
A path has been opened that leads 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 particularly 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 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.
Mi'er was silent for a long time this 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, "Besides, 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 was responsible for keeping the ancient books today. Mier said a few words to her, and the vampire girl immediately teleported back to Hearthfire Island and happily went to find Ask.
Mier 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 Cangqing Sword has a total of 9 people, apart from the driver, no one from outside their team is arranged to ride in this car.
"There are still 3 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 tell me about Sidrifa'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, so who can you find to marry? They are all relatives...so it doesn't matter if you avoid relatives."
"Of course, her father is indeed a scumbag. Even in the simple Norman family view, he is an out-and-out scumbag. From what happened to her mother later, we can see that if Hidliefa and
When he met, 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, "The most common thing Natasha said before was, 'With great power comes great responsibility.'"
"Sometimes, it's not that you are destined to bear a certain fate, but because 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 outcome of this world will be tragic."
"It's still too heavy for an underage girl like me," 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, you can either tell that Hidrifa 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 so 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 going to introduce me, this 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 to avoid losing my leeway and being caught off guard."