298 The Noble Bloodline of Wang Lulu (2/2)
The priests’ thoughts were interrupted by a clear woman’s voice. On the stage, the blond haired and green eyed Aya lightly smiled.
In the end, she was the Knight King. Although as the previous Dragon King, she was the most affected by Ambergris, but soon after she walked out of the inn, she regained her consciousness. However, at that time, she had been seen by Bedivere and Holy Light Religion priests, so there was no way back for her.
Therefore, she simply went on the stage and looked at Bedivere. The latter lightly furrowed his brows thoughtfully. However, as if he didn’t recognize the Knight King that he once served, upon hearing the question from Aya, he just callously nodded. ”Yes. Just drip your blood here.”
Aya then gently dripped her blood from her fingertip on the crystal ball.
All at once, the dazzling purple light shone on the platform.
Upon seeing Aya’s purple light, the three priests, who were still immersed in the shock caused by Nicole, stared with their eyes wide open and their jaws dropped in speechlessness. Even in the same purple level, there were still differences in the epic levels. Nicole was just ordinary epic, but Aya’s blooming purple meant that she has an epic level blood of the top grade. Even in the era of the Knight King, it was still enough to put it among the finest of the knights of the round table!
Of course, they didn’t know that this was the result of Aya deliberately suppressing her blood. After all, she was in the soul of the brave departed body, and after losing her country, losing the most important kingly attribute in the process, therefore, the rank of her blood dropped, otherwise...
”You…” A priest was struggling to swallow his saliva and was not sure of what to say. At this point, all that he could think of was the amount of reward that he would get once he returned to Dragon City.
While the priests were silent, Bedivere stepped forward and asked, ”Who exactly are you?”
Aya revealed a vacant expression as she replied, ”Me? I, I don’t know. I was just accompanying a friend to Golden Flash Town to study. I don’t know why, but just now I was moved to come here to take the identification. I…”
”Who is your parents? Galahad? Gawain? Geraint?”
Bedivere directly interrupted Aya’s words and pressed her for an answer step by step. Astonishing flame hid behind his eyes.
But Aya was at a lost for words. ”I, I don’t know. They left me when I was very young, and I’ve never seen them since.”
”Describe to me their features. You should at least remember those, right?” Bedivere was especially anxious.
Aya replied, ”Yes. My father is…, and my mother is…”
Then Aya vividly depicted the image of a man and a woman. During which, Bedivere continued to ask pointed questions, which contained amazing pressure so that the three Holy Light Religion priests did not dare to interrupt. After a long while, Bedivere sighed with a weary face.
”It turns out you’re the descendant of Galahad, no wonder there’s such a pure purple blood. Unfortunately, you shouldn’t have come here.”
Aya blinked her eyes. ”Do you know my father? But he doesn’t seem to be called Galahad…”
Bedivere sighed again. ”No need to say anymore, that time has long gone.”
After that, Bedivere slowly stepped down the stage. His figure looked exceptionally heavy, apparently unwilling to continue the questioning anymore.
The three priests looked at each other and simultaneously thought: the descendant of Galahad? One of the most prestigious knights of the round table under the Knight King? No wonder she has such a pure purple blood...
This time, they didn’t just pick any treasure, instead, they dug up a gold mine! If they traced this woman’s background, perhaps they could bring out the remnants of the knights of the round table!
Aya didn’t care about the priests’ calculation. All her attention was focused on Bedivere. From his body language, Aya concluded that too many things have happened in the past more than one hundred years...
And just at this moment, a questioning voice suddenly sipped into Aya’s ear, ”Hey, who is Galahad?”
”Wang Lu?” Aya was taken aback. Unknown to her, Wang Lu has unexpectedly stood on the stage. Behind him, there were also Bai Shixuan, Liu Li, and Quan Zouhua, basically their whole team! ”What are you guys doing?”
”Picking up your corpse!” Wang Lu peevishly stared at her and then asked, ”Who is Galahad?”
Aya softly said, ”Galahad was the gallant and pure knight in those days that survived the war, but then left the Western Continent. Nobody knows his whereabouts anymore. I pretended to be his descendant so that no one can investigate my background.”
”And Bedivere believed in your irresponsible remark? He was your past official, doesn’t he recognize his own king?”
Aya hesitated. ”I told you, I used to… not use the image of a woman to bear the name of Knight King. So my previous image and my current image are very different. Moreover, the spirit of the brave departed body also has its special place. So, it’s normal if Bedivere doesn’t recognize me.”
”What the hell! Is A cup lethality that strong? A true real-life story of the Butterfly Lovers3!”
”What are you talking about!”
While Wang Lu and Aya were talking, the three priests finally woke up from their daydreaming and snapped. ”Who are you guys? What are you doing onstage?”
Wang Lu smiled. ”Of course an outstanding talent who comes for the Dragon City Guard. Don’t look at our handsome and pretty look, we are actually genuinely powerful. For example, I, have a legendary noble bloodline.”
Upon saying that, Wang Lu made a small cut to his fingers with his nail and then dropped a drop of blood on the crystal ball.
In any case, he could just run away from this, so he might as well go with Aya and plan the next move once they arrived at Dragon City. Currently, the bloodline purification by Holy Light Religion was not out in the open yet, so there still has some leeway.
As long as he demonstrated that his blood was not inferior to that of Aya, he should be able to get the Dragon City’s attention, and then...
While thinking, the crystal ball absorbed the blood and then shone.
It was a murky gray light.
Wang Lu was immediately stunned, the several priests opposite of him also gawked, everyone froze in amazement. Gray light? On this day, the number of people that went on stage to take the identification was no less than a thousand. The blood that they showed were varied, from the pure purple Bretton Dragon Clan bloodline to the average white blood, all kinds of blood where shown. Only this gray blood that was exceptionally rare.
After a long time, a priest forcefully restrained his anger and said, ”You, get off the stage.”
Wang Lu said in surprise, ”Get off the stage?”
”Gray. Moreover, it’s impure gray! This is the lowest level of the garbage blood. If you don’t get off the stage, do you want us to move our hands?”
While talking, the priest stretched out his hand, ready to blast away this mixed breed of Nine Regions with the power of Holy Light.
Wang Lu then anxiously said, ”There must be a mistake here!”
With that, immortal method bloomed out from his fingertips as he tried to produce orange color to conceal the gray light...
Damn it, garbage blood? Where did this come from...
...Literally means Dragon Saliva FragrantA series of hardcore novels, which contain incest, torture, s&ma Chinese legend of a tragic love story of a pair of lovers, Liang Shanbo (梁山伯) and Zhu Yingtai (祝英台)