After listening to Charlotte's words, Yurst immediately understood what she meant.
Obviously, although His Majesty the True Ancestor has discovered the conspiracy of the Roman royal family, he still has no intention of changing his previous plan.
Even with her old strength, it would be easy to forcefully destroy the Roman royal family's plot.
And Yurst understood this almost instantly.
His Majesty the True Ancestor is willing to cooperate with the Ness Clan to assist the Ness Clan's waste Prince Henry's inheritance. I am afraid that it is not just as simple as being interested in the territorial conditions offered by the Ness Clan.
Her old man... I'm afraid this trip has a deeper purpose.
As for what the purpose is, Yurst can't say yet, but he already has some guesses in his mind...
That should be related to Roman's Sword.
"Could it be that... His Majesty the True Ancestor is also interested in Roman's Sword?"
Yurst mused.
Recalling the elders' expectations of retrieving Roman's Sword before leaving the clan, he looked a little confused.
If that's really the case...
Maybe... this time even the Ness clan may have to make a wedding dress for the true ancestor...
At this moment, Yurst thought about many things, and was troubled by how to deal with the possible reaction of his clan next.
He always felt that the true ancestor's purpose might not be as simple as it seemed on the surface.
But soon, he let it all go.
What are you thinking about
It is true that he is the Blood Earl of the Ness clan, but he is also the Blood Scroll of the True Ancestor.
Of the two identities, the latter has even higher priority at present.
His life was completely controlled by His Majesty the True Ancestor. He would do whatever His Majesty the True Ancestor asked him to do.
Anyway, he did this in accordance with the instructions of the clan and made no mistakes in every step. If anything happened, he would not be blamed.
As for the damage to the interests of the Ness clan...
If His Majesty the True Ancestor does not take responsibility for the past, and is not as obsessed with devouring other blood descendants to increase his power as in the past, then... I will give my utmost support to His Majesty the True Ancestor in regaining his strength and returning to the embrace of the True Ancestor. , perhaps it is the true correct destination of the Ness clan in the future...
Of course, this is just Yurst’s current thinking.
He knew that this idea was crazy and bold to ordinary vampires, and he also knew how difficult it was to get other vampires to accept this idea.
Rather, even he himself still had doubts about this idea.
But unfortunately, he has already been tied to the warship of the True Ancestor.
He had no other choice but to strive for the best possible future for the Ness clan.
Yurst's mood was a little complicated.
On the other hand, Charlotte really didn't think much about it.
She just weighed the pros and cons and felt that there was no need to expose the conspiracy of the Roman royal family.
Anyway, the conspiracy has been discovered and it's just a matter of using it. The Roman royal family's plan is similar to hers. It's just a matter of who will carry out the process.
In contrast, it is better to let nature take its course.
Roman's Sword is a divine weapon after all.
According to the description, it is still the kind of artifact that has its own mind and the power it preserves is quite powerful.
Faced with such power, who knows what will happen then, it is better to be cautious.
If something really happens, the Roman royal family can still take the blame.
With the decision made, Charlotte decisively summoned the shadow demon she summoned.
The shadow demon is not very powerful, and the power of the intermediate demon is only the silver moon corresponding to the world of order.
But because of its unique space and shadow properties, it is very suitable for traveling between reality and reality, so it is very suitable for being a messenger.
Of course, the premise is that you can control it. After all, like other demons, it is a notoriously rebellious boy.
Shadow Demon appears, trembling under Charlotte's gaze.
Charlotte glanced at it and handed the crystal vial containing her own blood to its hand:
"Give this to Albrecht, he will know what to do."
Shadow Demon carefully took the crystal bottle. After seeing the bright red liquid in the crystal bottle, unconcealable greed and longing appeared in his scarlet eyes.
However, under Charlotte's indifferent gaze, it quickly put away its gaze in fear, bowed deeply to Charlotte honestly, and then disappeared into black smoke as if it was running away.
Yurst watched the whole process and felt that he was really blind before.
How could ordinary humans make demons so obedient
Not to mention humans, he can't do it, even Lord Yorok would probably have a hard time doing it!
I didn’t think about it that much before, I always thought it was the blessing of being the True Ancestor’s agent, but now it seems that it’s just because Lord Castel is the Crown Prince of the True Ancestor!
The more Yurst thought about it, the more he felt embarrassed and uncomfortable about the previous attitudes and practices of his interactions with the True Ancestor's subordinates.
It's okay not to know Charlotte's identity.
After knowing this, he could no longer be in the same room with the other person with a normal heart.
Especially in such a small dark room, it's like taking the elevator alone in the company and meeting the big boss. The mental pressure is really not ordinary...
"Ahem, Castel... Your Excellency, I still have tasks for other clans to complete, so... first..."
Yurst asked cautiously.
"You can go about your business and everything will continue as usual."
Charlotte said.
With Charlotte's permission, Yurst felt like he was being pardoned. He bowed deeply to Charlotte and left impatiently.
There was no way, it was too stressful to stay here, he needed to relax first.
"Hey, Lady Charlotte, he seems to be frightened by your identity."
Looking at Yurst running out of the dark room like a primary school student escaping from the homeroom teacher's office, Nice laughed.
Charlotte glanced at the gloating black cat, but did not reveal that when the other party recognized her as the "true ancestor", his behavior during that period was even more exaggerated than Yurst's.
"Hey, Lady Charlotte, I will go outside to check the ritual circle, and also see how he is doing."
Nice smiled evilly.
Charlotte glanced at it angrily, and didn't bother to point out that this guy's desire to inspect the ceremony was probably fake, but the enjoyment of watching Yurst might be real:
"Go away, go away."
"Okay!"
Nice slipped out happily.
Charlotte:…
…
After leaving the darkroom, Yurst finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was okay not to know the identity of Earl Castells. After knowing it, he could really feel the invisible pressure every second he stayed.
He felt that it would take him some time to completely digest this shocking result, so that he could completely calm down, relax his mind as much as possible, and continue to communicate on an "equal basis" with "Count Castel".
"Hey, Yurst, your mental quality is not good! You know Lady Charlotte's identity, and you are so scared? Back then, Lord Cat, even if I knew her identity, I would stay at her house every day. Climbing up and down the bed!”
Behind him, Nice's voice, which was not too big a deal, came over, full of banter.
Yurst was startled.
He turned around and saw Nice's smug cat face, knowing that this guy didn't hold in his fart well and was just coming over to see how frightened he was.
But he was not stupid either. He glared back fiercely and sneered:
"Oh? Climbing up and down her old man's bed? So by crawling, she transformed herself into a pet cat. She even signed a servant contract that would be disgusting to a dog, right?"
Nice:…
Its expression froze on its face, and it suddenly stopped laughing.
Seeing Nice's dark and red cat face, Yurst knew that he had definitely found its sore spot.
However, he had no interest in continuing to hurt each other, but sighed:
"So... you have actually discovered her true identity a long time ago, right?"
Nice snorted:
"Of course, we knew about it at least two years ago. We even witnessed her recovery with our own eyes!"
After hearing Nice's words, Yurst fell silent.
His expression changed for a long time, and finally he couldn't help but ask:
"Your Excellency Nicholas, what do you think of the current Castel... Your Excellency?"
Nice glanced at him and replied:
"She is completely different from the one I know, but... this is not in a negative sense, on the contrary, it is a positive one."
"Honestly, when I signed the contract, I almost thought I was doomed, but later facts proved that things were not as bad as I thought."
"No... to be more precise, sometimes it even makes people a little excited to think about it."
"If it were her now, I'd love to see her get her power back."
"After all... not everyone has the opportunity to personally participate in myths and epics."
After listening to Nice's words, Yurst murmured to himself:
"Do you think so too..."
Looking at the thoughtful Yurst, Nice roughly guessed what he was struggling with.
It chuckled lightly and said:
"Yourst, don't be so worried and hesitant. Anyway... you have already boarded her chariot."
"You can't change anything. Instead of changing, adapt."
"In my opinion, this is not a bad thing for you or the Ness clan. She is completely different from the terrifying existence we know."
"Some people say that every revival of a myth may be a complete nirvana and rebirth."
"I think... it should be the same for her."
After listening to Nice's words, Yurst thought thoughtfully:
"Nirvana and rebirth..."
As he spoke, he let out a long sigh:
"I really hope so."
It must be admitted that he has no dissatisfaction with the current True Ancestor.
His fears simply stem from the past.
He also sincerely hopes that the true ancestor in history who suddenly changed his personality and killed blood descendants in pursuit of power... will never come back.
…
"Really...is this your response?"
"It seems like you don't want to make a big deal out of everything."
Taking the crystal bottle from the obedient Shadow Demon, Albrecht looked surprised and thoughtful.
He looked at the crystal clear red blood in the crystal bottle, and a trace of greed that could not be concealed flashed in his eyes.
The blood of the true ancestor!
This is the blood that contains the highest bloodline power, and it is also the source of the bloodline's power!
Even if there was only one drop, he could clearly feel the heart-warming and kind power contained in it.
That is the divine power of the True Ancestor!
"Although her personality seems to be different, she is indeed the true ancestor. This is indeed the blood of the true ancestor! It is even more pure and noble than the power in the faceless statue!"
Albrecht muttered.
Forcibly suppressing the crazy idea of taking this drop of true ancestor's blood for himself, his expression even had a hint of jealousy:
"I am really lucky to be able to obtain a drop of the true ancestor's blood as the key to activate the Roman Contract Book."
"Cheap it!"
After saying that, he squinted his eyes and looked at the puppets around him whose minds were temporarily controlled by him, and sneered:
"It's an advantage for you too! I saved a life in vain!"
With that said, Albrecht was about to hand over the crystal bottle to Count Colimo, who had his mind manipulated.
But when he stretched out his hand, his heart suddenly moved and he stopped.
He looked at the other person's figure, suddenly chuckled, and touched his chin:
"Speaking of which, my illusion skills are actually quite good."
…
Roman Square.
As the distinguished guests took their seats, the grand ceremony officially began.
The "recognition" ceremony of Prince Luo Xing was naturally attended by a huge crowd of people.
Although it was snubbed in the upper-class aristocratic circles of Luo Xing due to political reasons, for the people, such a grand festival was naturally a grand event.
The huge square was densely packed with people watching the ceremony, inside and outside. If you looked around, there were probably tens of thousands of people.
And if you add in the congested streets nearby, the number of people coming to watch will only be even greater.
The "ancestral-approved" ceremony is divided into three parts.
The first part is a speech. Prince Henry, the successor of the Roman family, will appear in front of the public and make an oath and speech.
The second part is the Great Witch Sacrifice, which is a tribute to the Roman ancestors and a prelude to the recognition ceremony.
The third part is the formal ceremony part.
As usual, the Roman family will awaken the Roman Sword and officially begin to recognize and strengthen the Roman bloodline.
The festival went smoothly.
Although Prince Henry is young, he is a qualified nobleman after all. Although his speech is not excellent, it is worthy of his status as a crown prince.
There is no problem with the Great Witch Festival.
As an ancestor worship ceremony approved by the Holy Royal Court, the Roman family's Great Witch Festival has long lost its mysterious meaning and has only become a symbol, so there are no hidden dangers or difficulties.
The problem… lies in the most critical part that hasn’t started yet.
"Isn't anyone from the palace here yet?"
Behind the scenes of the auditorium, the Duke of Conte looked at the royal knights with a somewhat anxious expression.
"Your Excellency, not yet."
The royal knight replied respectfully.
"The double is already in place and the person has been sent to the palace. Is it so difficult to get blood?!"
"Let's go and see what's going on. The Great Witch Festival is almost over. Let them deliver the things quickly!"
The Duke of Conte urged with a frown.
The knight responded respectfully, excused himself, and left.
The Duke of Conte paced anxiously.
And just when he couldn't help but want to urge him again or even go there in person, the royal knight finally arrived with someone.
It was Count Colimo.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Duke, it's too big near the palace. I accidentally got lost and I'm late."
Count Colimo said with a smile.
Seeing the other party's unhurried look of wanting to be beaten, Duke Conte suddenly became angry:
"Get lost? How many times have you been to Roman Palace, and you still get lost? If it delays our plan, have you thought about the consequences?!"
As he spoke, he barely suppressed his anger, took a deep breath, and asked in a low voice:
"Have you brought anything here?"
"Already brought here, the blood of Count Castel."
Count Colimo smiled and presented the crystal bottle.
Looking at the bright red liquid in the crystal bottle, Duke Conte's expression softened slightly.
He gave Count Colimo a deep look:
"Not bad, remember to deal with the follow-up matters."
After saying that, he strode towards the auditorium.
The Great Witch Festival has ended.
There is a ten-minute break before the ancestral ceremony officially begins.
On the viewing platform, Prince Henry was holding an ancient book and was a little restless.
Until he saw the Duke of Conte coming in a hurry.
Prince Henry's eyes lit up, and the Duke of Conte quickly came to his side and quietly handed the crystal bottle into his hand:
"Your Highness, Count Castel's blood has been obtained."
After getting the crystal bottle, Prince Henry was finally determined.
Thinking about the beautiful figure he saw at the banquet last night, he couldn't help but ask:
"Is she... okay?"
The Duke of Conte was stunned for a moment before he realized who Prince Henry was referring to. He glanced at the "Count of Castel" on the other side, and the "Count of Castel" on the other side said:
"Your Highness, please rest assured that we did not hurt her, we just stunned her. Even if we take blood, we will be as gentle as possible."
"Well, that's good. She will be the future princess after all."
Prince Henry nodded.
The break ends quickly.
The ancestor recognition ceremony is finally about to officially begin.
The nobles sat down again, and the elders from the Roman family also announced the start of the ceremony.
"Your Highness, the ceremony is about to begin. Please go to the altar and call for Roman's Sword!"
The elder said in a deep voice.
Prince Henry, who was fully prepared, took a deep breath and stood up in front of everyone.
He picked up the Roman Contract Book, hid the crystal bottle, and walked towards the altar on the high platform in the center of the square with some nervousness and some anticipation...