Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Maser was a little scary when he got serious, but too bad, he was facing Claus, the Claus who did not put him in his heart at all.

"I can't joke about this matter," Seeing Claus's disapproving face, Maser did not explain further, but lost his mood to drink, and continued to speak, "Even if I did many cruel things, I still have my own rules for children."

In his eyes, the world was extremely distinct. What was edible and what was not, could be eaten, could not be eaten, in other words, if you were to be categorized as a non-food type, then you would be safe.

Maser, on the other hand, was more serious about age and some of the details.

In fact, in the end, it was all because of the influence of their growth experiences that led to such a disagreement.

Elijah accompanied Davina to tidy up the mess. Never would he have thought that the little witch would have so many messy things, so while Elijah was helping out, Davina could continue to chat with him.

Elijah seemed to be very interested in the 'Harvest Sacrifice', and would often unconsciously change the topic. After a long time, Davina would directly say everything, and she also needed someone to say something, since Elijah was not the type of man with a big mouth.

"Other than Sophie, no one doubted the Reaping Sacrifice at that time, including my mother. Therefore, I naturally didn't doubt that it was an unparalleled honor … We're just so convinced, we're so stupid. "

Elijah didn't choose to comfort her, he only made room for her to get down. He half knelt in front of her and stopped his packing, "Then, how did your harvest ceremony start?"

Davina used an indescribable expression to recall those scenes. It was as if she herself didn't know how to react to them, as she described them from the perspective of a spectator, her voice as cold as a corpse, "We were brought out like princesses, my mother was extremely proud!"

Vanity was a common ailment of everyone. At that time, the four sacrificial girls didn't feel the flame of hell at all. They were just like little princesses who had transformed into swans one after another, arrogant and proud.

The 'Reaping Sacrifice' slowly approached them, yet they were all secretly delighted, thinking that they had been favored by God, and had the utmost honor and glory.

The Holy Secret Land, with all the witches gathered, the elder started to chant an incantation again and again.

"..." "Our magic power will eventually disappear with the weakening of our connection with our ancestors. We plead for them to accept the sacrifice as a sign of our faith …"

She seemed to have already left that place. "Bastina, one of our elders, summoned the four elements to merge our powers from the past with the future, connecting the earth with our ancestors, purifying the ancestors with water, and delivering us to our ancestors with the wind to cleanse our sins …"

Davina seemed to see a terrifying, ghastly cold blade flickering in the flames.

"And then?" Elijah wanted to know how Maser had gotten into this situation.

Elijah stared quietly at Davina, he felt that the story was about to reach its most interesting point.

Davina's eyes closed. The harvest ceremony had begun, and only then did they realize their ignorance and naivety.

"When we are ready, we know what will happen next. For weeks, they have told us that the knife that cuts our palms will send us to sleep, and then we will all be resurrected and given new powers when we reap the harvest."

Davina and her comrades had rehearsed this before, and they had yearned for this scene countless of times. However, fate had taught her a bloody lesson.

Davina looked up from the bottom of her eyes. He was actually still able to remain calm and graceful, as if she was not the least bit curious and nervous. Perhaps, this man was even more terrifying than Claus.

Davina said in a malicious whisper, as if she was telling herself a small secret. "They said that we would wake up and reunite, before possessing boundless magic power, just like how we rehearsed it … Do you believe it? "As long as you pierce our palms, we can complete the Blood Sacrifice."

The offerings were very firm, even with Sophie doing her best to stop them time and time again.

"You didn't suspect it?" Elijah was interested in the way witches were teaching him. If he had the time, he could learn one or two moves at home, wouldn't his little brother and sister be able to help him train for a few hundred years less?

That's right, in the future, there would also be the education of Claus's baby.

Davina looked at Elijah and it was as if he had thought of something beautiful. His expression became very gentle, but her expression became more and more stiff, "We have never doubted that our mother has always taught us that if we want to be reborn, there must be sacrifices."

Yes, without sacrifice, where would the harvest come from? Moreover, this was the glory that all girls yearned for in their dreams.

Sophie's cries and angry curses were completely useless against the four girls. She could only mutter to herself, repeating it over and over again, "They will kill you."

The ceremony started, and the first girl began to offer sacrifices. Her hand that was placed on her chest was still in a praying posture, Great Clan Elder Bastina waved his dagger and walked towards her, gently asking, "Do you believe in the 'Harvest Sacrifice'?"

The girl nodded her head resolutely and stretched out her palm hopefully towards the Great Clan Elder. However, unlike the rehearsal, Bastina directly grabbed the girl's hand and with a leap, she sliced open her neck with her knife.

The smell of blood added a touch of mystery to the ceremony.

At that time, Davina had so deeply wished the first girl the joyful hand that stretched out, and then, the blade ruthlessly cut through her throat. Cracking sounds of blood flowed out from the air, and the girl didn't even have time to smile as she stared wide-eyed, unable to believe that she had died just like that.

Killed!

The scene was tranquil and peaceful, as if what had just happened wasn't a girl with her throat cut, but a leaf falling from the sky.