Extracting blood is not as simple as drawing blood. Instead, the blood provider needs to condense the blood magic power in the body into the fingers before it is extracted. This kind of extraction only requires a small amount of blood each time, but if it is extracted too many times, it will damage the origin of the blood, and it is very likely that the cultivation will stop and it will be difficult to obtain enough power to advance in the future.
When Emma and her family entered the house where blood was collected, they saw two doors connected to the hall. On the left were the blood warriors who went in to have their blood collected, and on the right were ordinary people who lined up to go in and receive their blood.
The wizard led them to the left side, where they saw many bloodline warriors from other families coming out. Most of them had pale faces and looked tired, as if they had not slept for several days and nights.
"There's something wrong with their aura. The power of their bloodline has been drained away. They are too weak." said the patriarch.
"Is it to save more people?" Emma said.
They were taken into an empty room with many tables on which were placed steel needles for drawing blood and ceramic or glass containers for holding blood, all of which were bought from the Chinese.
After the middle-aged wizard left, the Avulto family met Wizard Rodman who was in charge of the project.
Rodman's eyes were bloodshot, his beard was untidy, and his expression was anxious and impatient, looking quite vicious.
He asked them to line up, and then called in ten apprentice mages holding bottles and cans. Rodman glanced at the people of the Avulto family and said, "Listen! His Majesty needs your blood, the empire needs your blood, and each of you must hand in a sufficient amount of blood essence, 50 portions per day for the middle-level, 20 portions per day for the low-level, and 10 portions per day for everyone below the low-level. Only after you do this can you leave this house to eat and rest. There are 15 of you in total, 3 middle-level, 5 low-level, and 7 apprentices? That means 320 portions per day, not even one less."
"Sir, how much is one portion of blood essence?" asked the patriarch.
"You, go pick one and show it to him." Rodman said, pointing at a mage apprentice.
"Please concentrate your bloodline power on your hands." The wizard apprentice came to the patriarch, cut the patriarch's index finger with a knife, and then began to collect drops of blood. This blood was indeed very different from ordinary blood. There was a faint golden light flowing in the blood, which was the positive energy magic of the sun bird.
After dripping about a hundred drops, the apprentice wizard cast a small healing spell to seal the wound on the chief's hand. Rodman took it and looked at it and said, "Good quality. This can be added with a medium-level blood-healing potion and given to those officers."
The clan leader was a little anxious: "Sir! If I were to take out fifty portions of this blood essence, the blood magic power in my body would be reduced by half. Not to mention those who are not as advanced as me. Some people cannot reach your requirements even if they take out all the blood magic power in their bodies. But, but if you take it out like this, people will be ruined."
Rodman had obviously heard this too many times. The patriarch's pleading words did not even change his expression. He said coldly: "Draining your blood is to save other people's lives. You people are obsessed with your own family and inheritance. Why don't you think that if the plague breaks out, the foundation of the entire empire will be shaken? If your majesty's legion falls, who will defend our country and deal with the Chinese attack? Just you people
Besides, will drawing some blood kill people? The people waiting for blood injection can die anytime and anywhere. Nearly two thousand soldiers died yesterday alone. Are your talents really that important? Moreover, His Majesty has long promised to use the blood of the golden dragon to improve the talents of your descendants. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. "
“But if we draw like this, after two days, many of us will become ordinary people. People with higher cultivation will have to take care of those with lower cultivation, and they will have to do more. They will be seriously injured in less than two days. Even if we have the blood of the golden dragon, it will be useless. How can the empire ask us to give up our own heritage?” said the patriarch.
"That's not what I'm considering. Anyway, the total is 320 copies, I don't care how you distribute them." Rodman clapped his hands, and two fully armed Black Guards came in from outside. "Now I'm talking to you about reason. But one day later, if you can't do it, then they will come to negotiate with you with swords."
"You!" Everyone in the Avurto family stared at Rodman, angry but not daring to say anything.
Only Emma spoke up: "Sir, we are here to serve the empire sincerely. We have spent so much effort and effort to come here from a remote place. How can you treat us like this after coming from such a faraway place?"
"Because no matter how I treat you, the result will not change." Rodman looked at her and turned to leave the room. "This place faces countless deaths every day. There is no room for indulging a little girl."
"Wait a minute." Emma took two steps to catch up, but was stopped by a black guard. She asked, "If one of us loses his bloodline energy due to contributing bloodline power and becomes an ordinary person, will the quota you give us be reduced accordingly?"
Rodman raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right. One less mid-level person means 50 fewer quotas. The same goes for the other levels."
"Grandpa, I think that in the first two days, we should let those with lower realms overdraw their potential to complete the mission. For example, I am just a low-level blood warrior. Even if I use up my talent and become an ordinary person, it will not have much impact on the family. Talented masters like Brother Qiao Kano should be protected and receive the blood of the golden dragon in the future."
"Emma, this..."
"There's nothing to hesitate about. I'm willing to do something for the empire and the family."
Rodman looked at the girl again, nodded and said, "Little girl, your name is Emma, right? I underestimated you just now. In fact, a bloodline like the Sunbird, which is neither strong nor weak, may not be a good thing for those who inherit the thin bloodline. Its power is obviously not strong enough, but it cuts off the possibility of you taking other paths.
You don't necessarily need to take this path. If you come out of here and lose your bloodline, your path will be wider. If you are willing to take the path of magic at that time, come find me."
"Thank you, sir." Emma bowed.
"His Majesty will know your story. And you will be a role model for other families. We need people like you so much." (To be continued)