"There is no doubt that we have witnessed the resurgence of a blood descendant of the founder. From then on, we have another like-minded companion among us. This is our honor and will also be the blessing of all the people of Yuctra Hill.
An honor.”
"Then, Your Excellency Earl Cang Li, the blood descendant of the founder of Holy Uggtrasil, what exactly did you see in the illusion of life?"
"Please tell the truth, this is very important!"
Li Cang thought that what he was waiting for would be a shady story, torture and silence. These Hongmen Banquet players, the kind who ordered eight hundred swordsmen and axe-hands to attack him desperately, were already ready to fight with words and wits to avoid the plot.
The psychological construction of killing, it turned out that these people actually engaged in such a big battle just to bring themselves to this inconspicuous antique auditorium, and even prepared fireworks, ribbons and red lanterns at the door...
What about Victor the hyena?
Where is Grand Duke Nikolai, who has his own family share?
This is completely different from the same starting point as any situation conceived by Li Cang!
Nearly thirty or forty old guys stared at Li Cang with piercing eyes, as if they wanted to see something wrong on his face. This behavior successfully activated Li Cang's semi-social fear attribute, and he only felt numb on the scalp and wandering around.
It took the foreigner a long time to remember to answer the question: "The black and white picture shows the Zerg as huge as mountains and rivers, the zombies trembling as slaves under the heroic souls of the founders, and the Tai Chi diagram!"
In the dimly lit old small auditorium, you could hear a pindrop instantly, and even your breath froze.
After a full three minutes, a group of old guys started whispering to each other: "After all, he is the purest blood descendant of the Li family. What he has seen is the balance of yin and yang."
"Nico, that old guy, I can't wait to see his expression as he eats shit until he vomits, then eats, vomits, vomits, and eats again!"
"Shut up, what I'm talking about...has a fucking picture..."
"Who would have thought that this terminally ill little guy would be so successful? So, what's the share of the Li family?"
"We have no reason to object, right?"
"But his illness...it's hard to say...if he affects the normal operation of the Abyss of the Dead, there will be no chance for the next Nico to take over..."
"Should we find a doctor first?"
"So, Li Cang, are you willing to take over the family share that originally belonged to you and enter the bloody battle in the Abyss of the Dead?"
"I object!
"
The eyes of a group of people gathered at the entrance of the small auditorium at the same time. After all, Grand Duke Nikolai showed his face.
This is a middle-aged man with an unusually majestic figure, and unlike everyone else, he is not wearing a gorgeous grand ducal dress, but is actually wearing a dark armor with uncoagulated blood stains and sharp teeth and claws.
The fresh traces left behind, the whole person reveals a beast-like aura from the inside out.
"Nico!" The only young woman present kept looking at Li Cang like she was sitting sideways on a chair admiring a work of art. Only then did she lazily glance at Nico: "Disgusting old man.
Thing, you are always like a black katydid and can’t be quiet, what right do you have to object?”
Yin Liya Wilpatrina, the founder's blood descendant, the Duke, she is the madman Bartley said who changed her temperament after taking the title. It is said that in order to maintain her beauty and ageless appearance, she has to use the blood of thirteen virgin slaves every month.
Blood sacrifices and baths, treating everyone with extreme cruelty - except beautiful men.
Grand Duke Nikolai's face was ashen, and his Adam's apple wriggled several times before he managed to choke back a series of greetings. No one knew better than him how cruel and explosive this female Grand Duke who was less than 40 years old was, and Yin Liya was almost the only one.
As the head of the family, the Duke is willing to go to the Abyss of the Dead to risk his life. Apart from her, Nico is the only one in the entire Uggdrasil who still does this kind of thing.
Do you have no human rights if you are ugly? What about our years of fighting friendship?
Nicolai turned his gaze to Li Cang, and then glanced around, as if he wanted to overwhelm everyone with his momentum: "I don't think this young earl can complete the bloody battle ritual of the Dead Abyss. If one person can complete such an important task,
So what’s the point of the dozens or hundreds of lives that the families here fill in every year? Once he takes over the share, it means a complete change of authority. We, and he, two entire generations will no longer be allowed to participate. Have you considered this?
Such a question, Count Li Cang is only twenty-five years old, how old will the next generation of his age be?"
"Yes, if something goes wrong with Li Cang, it will mean that the share will be vacant for at least ten years, which will bring great pressure to other families, and even..."
"We need to consider it carefully. Maybe it is a good idea to postpone the handover."
"Ha~" Yin Liya sneered: "Duke Nico, you are not a descendant of the founder at all. The families around you have to bear more. You have been fishing in the abyss of the dead for twenty years and you are still unwilling to give up.
You shouldn’t take advantage of this benefit, don’t think about it, how many people in your family are left to enter the abyss of the dead!”
Nikolai looked directly at Yin Liya: "My family can continue to fight for Saint Uktrasil forever until the last drop of blood is shed! But Li's family only has one drop of blood!"
"Are you questioning me?" Yin Liya narrowed her eyes dangerously, "I don't want to repeat it again. Everyone around your family stronghold is sharing the pressure you shouldn't bear. Even if Li just enters the Abyss of the Dead and does nothing,
His bloodline will play a greater role than you, a non-blood descendant. You can ask anyone present about this, but your brain filled with muscles may never understand the existence of the Abyss of the Dead.
It has never been about bloody battles, killing is just a means, not an end!"
Nicolai was furious: "Yin Liya, please don't regard my tolerance for my comrades as cowardice. I am a soldier, and I exchanged the blood of myself and everyone in my family for today's glory! My title,
My wealth only comes from strength! My family and I bleed every moment for the continued existence of Yggdrasil. I am not stupid. On the contrary, it is the so-called blood descendants like you who fight to the death.
Holding and sealing that damn secret and refusing anyone to get close to it, hey, the so-called blood descendants are you, only you. You are letting the sacred Yggdrasil bleed, and you are letting countless people not know the so-called nothingness.
The death of meaning!”
Li Cang: "..."
Good guy!
It's really not a slur when people say that your brain is all about muscles. Brother, didn't you even look at the occasion when you spoke? You just killed a whole boatload of people with one blow? I, Timi, have such a low emotional intelligence that I didn't die like this.
What you said was for nothing!
"Asshole!"
"Damn, vulgar, ignorant fool! This is the Holy Council of Yggdrasil!"
"Ahem, everyone, please calm down."
"Come Nico, no one denies your outstanding contribution to Uktra Hill, but..." Duke Sparks, who looked to be at least eighty or ninety years old, said expressionlessly: "
But you have to know that nobles can rely on ability, strength, and even hard work to win. Blood descendants are different. Some things are destined not to exist even if they are born without them. Some things cannot be changed even if they are known. Knowing too much is not good for Uggtrash.
It will not do any good to your people, it will only make them panic all day long. You will not understand how much the parliament has paid and what it is enduring. So, Nico, please withdraw your doubts and remarks that are not in line with the dignity of the nobles.
Words, do not put yourself in opposition to the Holy Council.”
At first it sounds like he said everything, but when you think about it carefully he actually said nothing. Sid Sparks' nonsense literature professor's speech was really choking, so much so that Nico's gasping sound was like an old man's.
The old old bellows' eyes were almost bleeding, but he couldn't hold back a single sentence.
Li Cang understands this feeling very well. Isn't this just a typical older generation of Chinese parents?
You know shit!
I'm telling you shit!
Little bastard, am I your dad or are you mine?
I think you are so fucking innocent that you deserve a beating!
Come, come, come here, I bought a new pair of Septwolves, thick and short, just right for combing your skin and giving you a buff!
Well, Li Cang does resent being an orphan, but if he has never eaten pork, he has always seen pigs being knifed. Doesn’t Lao Wang have a ready-made father who is a sworn father? This is what Grandpa Zhong did to his son!
