Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 494 Start from childhood

Raising children is a very troublesome thing.

But you can feel at ease owning a cat, especially a tabby cat, which is obviously very intelligent.

The current Chrismona is the same; she cries when she's unhappy, but she cries beautifully and pleasantly, not in a way that's upsetting. This might be because she's a mythical creature by nature, able to clearly sense the danger posed by Shael, and even in her ignorance, she still shows her adorable side.

As for Judith, a normal child... Chael had just clearly seen the expression in Chrismona's eyes like a cat seeing a mouse... It was the instinctive look of someone who had found a toy and wanted to play with it to death. The little witch probably doesn't understand what a younger brother is yet.

But they probably already understood, so in order to gain more attention and reduce the threat, they treated Judith as food worth licking.

According to the experience of mothers in later generations, raising a child only requires exhausting her energy, then she will stop causing trouble.

This child who hasn't been weaned yet... When she grows up a bit, Shael will steal her authority and power as an angel, letting her enjoy the life of an imperial princess as an ordinary person, with that cunning, perspective, and natural charm. This treatment is necessary; otherwise, she might easily grow up to be like Adam, Amon, Little An, and Badhael back then.

But right now, she's just an uncivilized little beast. Of course, we can't take away her power. We should let her unleash her nature, but we also need to teach her to restrain herself. We should always make her aware of the enormous, chasm-like difference between herself and ordinary people.

"Don't cry, I'll find you a friend, a friend you won't kill easily."

Seeing that the little witch had been crying for a while and her tear ducts showed no signs of stopping, Xia'er picked her up and comforted her gently in his arms. He couldn't let her continue crying like this, not to mention that the concentration of mystical pheromones around them was starting to rise, and Trier might be about to experience another downpour.

While it may look cute when a child blows snot bubbles, their contagiousness and power are far more terrifying than COVID-19.

"Really?"

Chrismona grabbed Chael's clothes, stopped crying, and raised her head like a pure white flower.

Of course she can talk.

Angel Sequence 2 can be taught using rote learning.

For example, steal her memory of sucking her fingers, and when you go back, sew on an additional mysterious worldview.

Although she might not understand everything at once, the CPU will definitely not burn out. Judith's situation cannot be handled this way; she cannot be force-fed knowledge. It needs to be more refined. And Adam seems to be raising Judith as an ordinary child.

"certainly."

Xia Er patted the little witch's head. This child was quite endearing. There was nothing she could do; her parents both had some unspeakable difficulties. When Chick saw the Sequence 2 female witch, he really wanted to strangle Chrismona. After all, she was a female witch, and a born Sequence 2. It was normal for Chick, the founder, to be a little jealous. But the little witch was very sensitive to her "mother's" emotions.

As for Tudor... He was a strict person who had worked his way up from a young age as a lawyer.

Now, as a hunter, his prestige only increases.

In "The Little Witch's Childhood Vision," her father is a silent, active volcano that could erupt at any moment. Being by her father's side means enduring all kinds of pressure, and it's probably impossible to just play around.

The clever little witch could tell who was the person her father and mother would give some face to.

It's like a cat; it knows its place in the ecosystem of a home, who needs to be pleased, who can be bullied, and who has to clean its litter box and suffer all day long.

Now is the glorious Age of Gods, and the number of gods on Earth is the greatest ever.

Xia Er genuinely felt that twenty-two divine paths and nine source materials were quite crowded on Earth.

The crowds were so dense that Fabuti had nowhere to live, and he stayed in the abyss for two eras.

"Let's go to the spirit world instead."

Xia Er felt that in the real world, little girls wouldn't be able to have fun.

I have a gift for you.

He led the little witch into the spirit world, where they appeared before a magnificent spirit castle.

"Wow~"

Even as a creature born of mythology, Christina was utterly powerless against this classical, fairytale-like castle.

The hermit's works are impeccable in both artistry and practicality.

Besides, little monsters this age like things that are hard, big, shiny, and can heal themselves if broken.

After Xia Er released her grip, the little witch darted directly into the castle's interior. What she saw was naturally the kind of Japanese-style Western fantasy castle elements found in later anime, complete with professional spirit puppets acting as butlers and servants. This was a small remnant of technology from the Black and White Emperor era.

These are all renewable.

boom!

Chrismona pounced on the super luxurious princess bed in the penthouse bedroom. The white velvet on it was woven from the feathers of the phoenix, which was considered a luxury even in this era, because apart from Chael, no other goddess had the time or inclination to make such things.

Xia'er keeps some phoenixes and other extraordinary creatures in the Southern Continent Free State. Originally, it was for her own use, but now it has caused a small trend. It's not that the other goddesses don't know how to enjoy it, but they are usually more reserved.

At least the goddesses never got together to discuss fashion or similar issues.

"It didn't collapse!"

Seeing that the bed hadn't collapsed, Chrismona was even more pleasantly surprised.

This surprise led him to use the bed as a trampoline, jumping around without even taking off his little leather shoes.

She was having a lot of fun because the bed didn't collapse. Then, she mischievously bounced up and finally collapsed the bed with her bottom. Lying on the collapsed mattress, she writhed around like a caterpillar, looking even happier.

That's how witches are; they like things that are solid, but they like things that can be destroyed even more.

Before long, the collapsed princess bed automatically restored itself, this time automatically updating the railings, bedposts and ceiling, which were carved with snake woman patterns, and the curtains also had intricate patterns.

"Is it alive?"

The little witch sat up in shock and looked at Xia Er leaning against the window, only then noticing her.

"The creation of the spirit."

Otherwise, how could they withstand the torment of the disaster witch?

Chael offered an explanation, then asked with a smile, "Ready to meet your new friends?"

"Uh-huh."

The little witch nodded repeatedly, full of anticipation.

Chael picked her up and walked to a large floor-length mirror.

Chrismona was no stranger to mirrors, of course. She blinked and looked at herself in the mirror, who was just as adorable as ever.

Xia Er smiled and extended her hand towards the mirror, making an invitation.

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