William even wondered if he had gone to the wrong set?
Isn't he wearing a Grimm fairy tale? How come it turned into a Greek myth?
This... there is a big black question mark on William's face.
"What on earth is going on?" Although dreamy, William quickly came to his senses and asked.
Old Witte smiled bitterly, "The Court of Holy Light has descended on Ballesta, and the old gods have been overturned from their thrones and thrown into dust!"
"Olympus fell to the earth!"
"Some gods died in battle, and some were alienated!"
"Only those of us who have the blood of the ancient gods and monsters are left, living humbly in this world!"
Old Wit glanced at the two children who were in shock, then looked at William Freya who was silent, and said, "The ancestors of our Wit family were Pan's waiters!"
"Pan...God?" William concentrated.
"Yes, God Pan!" Old Wit nodded, his eyes lost in memories, "God Pan is also the God of Shepherd! He is the protector of shepherds, hunters, farmers and people living in the countryside!"
"It has a human body, with horns and ears on its head, and its lower body and feet look like sheep's feet!"
"It is sacred, but under the rule of the Holy Light, it is considered by ignorant people to be the incarnation of the devil, and they ignore God Pan's protection for them for thousands of years!"
"God Pan's power is powerful! He likes to play the panpipe, and even the gods will be hypnotized when they hear it. He controls the power of panic and nightmares, and can make enemies fall into panic and retreat without a fight!
"
“The god Pan is also a subordinate god of the great wine god Dionysus!”
Old Wit murmured, his words full of nostalgia for the past glory. His eyes fell on his two sons, not knowing whether it was sadness or joy, and said, "Children, originally these words, I should
I told you earlier!"
"Unfortunately, anger obscured my eyes and made me lose my mind." What Old Witte said was that he listened to the sheep and drove away his two sons.
Both of them were digesting the information revealed by Old Wit, and remained silent.
Old Wit continued to warn, "Child, it is no longer our time. Under the Holy Light, we must hide ourselves in the darkness, do you understand?"
"You must know that within the Holy Light, it is not all light. There are always some priests who are in darkness!"
What Old Wit was talking about was the Tribunal of the Holy Light Tribunal.
The Inquisition has many exorcists wandering around this land, using the power of the Holy Light to pursue these creatures hiding in the darkness, such as werewolves, vampires, and even witches.
It's just that the centers of the Holy Light Divine Court are currently in the east, in the land where the Holy Light originates, so the blow to them is not that severe.
Seeing their father's solemn expression, both Gervit and Grivit nodded solemnly.
"So, where is Pan?" William interrupted at this time.
"Dead!" Old Witte replied calmly after being silent for a while.
"Dead? When? How did he die? Didn't you say he was very powerful?" William frowned and asked several questions in a row.
The bitterness in Old Witte's eyes became even stronger, "No one can stop the torrent of fate from rolling forward! Even God is no exception!"
"God Pan died, just after the birth of the Holy Son of the Holy Light Court!"
"When he dies, the whole Sapphire Sea will sigh and cry for him!"
"Only the bloodline has survived, proving its traces in this world."
"My family once raised a sheep. It has the rare blood of Pan God. The wool it produces has a strong ability to keep warm and is strong. When woven into clothes, it is indestructible to any iron!" Old Witte finally said.
William's eyes lit up. The Witte family actually had such a good thing. He hurriedly asked, "Where is the sheep?"
"I drove him away!" Old Wit said.
"Driven away?" William did not understand Old Witte's behavior, but seeing the complicated looks in the eyes of Gerwit and Grewitt, William understood instantly.
Sure enough, Old Wit followed up and said, "It inherited the bloodline of God Pan and has its strangeness, but I didn't expect that it also inherited God Pan's cunning and cunning. It deceived me and made me feel guilty about mine."
My sons made a decision that I will regret for the rest of my life, so I decided to punish this dishonest sheep. I shaved its head and whipped it hard with a whip to drive it away!"
Old Witte spoke blasphemous words without a care in the world.
That's it! No wonder a sheep in the fairy tale made Old Wit lose such a temper that he could even drive away his own son.
Although it has something to do with Old Wit's violent temper, it also has a lot to do with the importance of this sheep that has the so-called blood of Pan.
A glimmer of understanding flashed in William's eyes, and the illogical parts of the fairy tales in the past were finally understood.
Old Wit continued, his eyes looking at William full of enthusiasm and expectation, "Our family is just a waiter of Pan God, and the blood level passed down in the body is not only low, but also weak, but Lord Zorro, you are different.
There is a great possibility that you have the blood of Hercules in your body, you are a great being!"
"Even if it's not the blood of the God of Hercules, it's very likely that it's the blood of Antai!" Old Wit felt that he was too sure, so after thinking about it, he added another sentence.
William is 100% sure that he does not have these messy bloodlines.
His strength far beyond that of ordinary people also comes from his own training, rather than relying on the so-called power of blood.
But he still asked, "Who is An Tai?"
"Antaeus is a giant and a powerful opponent of Heracles! It is the son of Gaia, the mother of the earth, and Poseidon, the master of the ocean. It is deeply loved by the earth mother Gaia, and the earth mother blesses it. As long as it
When it steps on the earth, it will never get tired and will always be full of strength."
"Hercules strangled Antaeus by lifting him up in the air, otherwise Antaeus standing on the ground would never be defeated!"
"Yeah!" William nodded calmly on the surface, but in fact, his mind was filled with mush. The information was a bit big, and he needed to stir it a little more to digest it!
"Sir William, let's test the power of your bloodline." Old Wit said diligently.
"Testing? Can this thing still be tested?" William asked curiously.
"Of course." Old Wit said proudly. He carefully took out an oval-shaped milky white stone from his arms. There were circles of wheel marks on the stone.
"It can detect the blood of gods in us?" William asked.
"Of course not!" Old Witte said in a long tone.
Afraid that William would be angry, he continued in a hurried tone, "This bloodline stone can only test the attributes of the bloodline we inherited and the strength of the bloodline. It cannot directly test the bloodline of an existence!"
"However, knowing the properties of bloodline and based on our familiarity with the ancient gods, we can roughly guess what bloodline it is and do corresponding training! This will allow us to better develop the sacred blood in us!"
"Lord Zorro, do you want to know the origin of your bloodline?" Old Wit extended the bloodline stone in his hand to William.
William was silent for a while, and a lucky thought suddenly flashed through his mind, just like the delusion of a non-gambling person who suddenly wants to buy a double-color ball. Maybe he will win. He hesitated for a moment and then said, "How to test?"
"It's very simple! Just drop blood on the Blood Vein Stone! The Blood Vein Stone will absorb the blood and emit corresponding light."