A dazzling light bloomed on the altar in the center of the square, extremely dazzling.
Seeing the dazzling light, the nobles who supported Prince Henry, the nobles who opposed Prince Henry, and the nobles who just came to have fun were all stunned.
"This...this...this...did we really blame His Highness wrongly? He has pure Roman blood?"
"No, no, no...is the light of pure Roman blood also so strong?"
"No... not quite right? I remember that when Henry, the direct descendant of Roman, held the recognition ceremony decades ago, the brilliance was not so strong..."
"Henry II? But he didn't find the book of contract at that time!"
"But doesn't the Book of Contract require higher bloodline strength?"
"Is it possible...is it possible that His Highness the Prince's bloodline is not only not low, but actually very high?"
"This... is not impossible. If he is really the descendant of the marriage between the Red Lilac and Lilac families, it is not impossible for him to return to his ancestral bloodline! After all... the light of the contract cannot be faked."
"It seems... maybe we have all misunderstood Your Highness."
"There's something going on! There's something going on! The light is so strong... It seems that Roman's Sword recognizes His Highness quite highly!"
"Isn't it true that the contract book is fake?"
"It's impossible. If it's really fake, how could the light of the contract be activated?"
Looking at the dazzling altar, the nobles had different expressions and talked a lot.
The Duke of Conte, the "Count of Castres" on the viewing platform, and Prince Henry in front of the altar in the square had equally wonderful expressions.
Good guy...
Count Castel's bloodline...is so strong?
The Duke of Conte's eyes widened.
He couldn't help but look at "Count Castel" beside him, and "Count Castel" beside him just shook his head violently, indicating that he didn't know anything about this and that he was just a person who took money. Mercenaries who work.
As for Prince Henry in the center of the square.
He was already starting to feel guilty.
The reaction from the Book of Contract was so much beyond his imagination that he began to feel a little nervous.
However, after hearing the discussions of the nobles, his mood gradually calmed down.
fine……
Fortunately, no one thought he was cheating!
In everyone's knowledge, the direct bloodline of Roman had long since ceased with the death of Henry II.
Anyone who knew the identity of Count Castells was either controlled by their royal family or silenced.
Maybe there are some local nobles in the Castel Territory who know this secret, but so what?
As long as we can successfully marry Earl of Castell later, all gaps will be closed!
No one will find the loophole, and as long as no one finds the loophole, no matter how surprised they are by the light of the contract, they can only attribute the reason to the specialness of his bloodline!
After all... he is the only descendant of the nominal marriage between the Red Lilac and Lilac families, and although bloodline reversion is rare, it is not unheard of in history!
With such self-comfort, Prince Henry's anxious heart gradually calmed down.
He straightened his back, raised his head proudly, and looked proud and confident.
Seeing Prince Henry's confident look, the nobles watching the ceremony immediately believed in the speculation that he had returned to his ancestors.
However, on the two-story building in the square, Duke Yorock, who had witnessed Romanus pull out the sword from the stone, could not sit still...
"No... this is definitely not some bloodline reversion. The light was not so strong when Romanus pulled it out!"
"This...this is resonance! It's the resonance of the artifact!"
"But...how is this possible? Even if it is possible that the descendants of Romanus can resonate with the artifact, how can the resonance level exceed that of Romanus, the master of the artifact?"
Duke Yorock suddenly stood up, his expression unpredictable.
His eyes fell on Yurst beside him, and then he was slightly startled.
Yurst was also stunned when he looked at the dazzling light, but besides being stunned, it seemed that... he still felt helpless as he knew it would be like this.
Duke Yorock felt that he had suddenly grasped the key to the problem.
I saw him picking up Yurst and saying with a serious face:
"Yulst! Are you hiding something from me?"
Yurst was startled.
Facing Duke Yorock's serious gaze, he was about to fool him, but he saw a dark red light blooming in Duke Yorock's pupils.
Oops!
It is the [Blood Law Mantra] of the spiritual way!
Yurst secretly said that he was going to suffer.
He actually forgot that the elders of the vampire clan can forcibly cast this innate magic on their children, which is as effective as the [Eye of Trueness] of the Holy Royal Court!
Under the gaze of Duke Yorock, Yurst only felt that a spiritual will that he could not resist came to his soul. Every word he said next would not be a lie, or more accurately. That is, he cannot tell a lie against his spiritual will.
He suddenly panicked.
However, just when Yurst thought he was about to die, a golden-red light suddenly flashed deep in his soul.
In the spiritual world, the Holy Emblem of Thorns and Roses slowly emerged, shining brightly and wrapping Yurst's soul within it. However, Duke Yorok's spiritual power, which was trying to control his mind, was like rain falling into the ocean, making no movement at all. None were produced.
Yurst was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly understood.
This is the protection of the blood contract!
He is already a blood dependent of the True Ancestor. Under the protection of thorns and roses, no one can forcibly control him with spiritual magic!
Not to mention Duke Yorock, who is still a descendant of blood. His [Blood Law Mantra] was swallowed up by the protective power of the Thorn Rose without even sounding an alarm!
After realizing this, Yurst was surprised and delighted.
What shocked him was that the True Ancestor's suppression of the bloodline of the vampires was far beyond his imagination, and he was happy that the secret he had hidden finally no longer needed to be revealed.
To be honest, the jar has been broken a long time ago, and he is not too afraid of what Duke Yorock will do to him after he finds out the truth.
What he was afraid of was that if he ruined the plan of His Majesty the True Ancestor, His Majesty the True Ancestor would impose severe punishment on him!
That is a possibility that is more frightening than a broken jar, even if the true ancestor seems to be different from the one in history.
"Mr. Duke, I...I have nothing to hide from you..."
Under the pressure of the legendary blood descendant, Yurst replied tremblingly.
Duke Yorock frowned and looked at Yurst, who didn't look fake, and for a moment he was a little unsure.
"Strange... Could it be that Count Castel's bloodline is really that strong? Could it be that... she has other bloodlines that interest Roman's Sword?"
Duke Yorock looked confused.
Looking at the confused Yorock, Yurst breathed a sigh of relief.
However, as he secretly looked at his elder, another thought came to his mind inexplicably.
etc……
Even within the clan, Lord Yorok is a typical representative of the moderate and wooing faction regarding the "god" behind the Castel family.
Then... is it possible... to find a way to pull him into the chariot of the True Ancestor?
Yurst was startled by his own thoughts.
However, when he came up with this idea, he couldn't hold it back any longer.
One of the orders given to him by his true ancestor was to infiltrate the Ness clan.
Let me ask, what could satisfy the True Ancestor more than being able to win over a legendary blood descendant?
Not to mention that this is his own elder!
Even if you win over, it will be on your side!
Of course, Yurst was still calm.
Even with this bold idea, he knew how difficult it was to operate and how risky it was.
Duke Yorock didn't know that when Yurst glanced at him secretly, the idea of dragging people into the water had already hit him.
Looking at the dazzling light of the contract, he suddenly realized something, and his expression changed:
"No! Quick! Activate the backup plan! Stop the ceremony forcibly!"
"Roman's Sword cannot be completely revived! It must not be allowed to be completely revived now!"
Duke Yorock shouted, his voice changing with excitement.
Yurst opened his mouth and was about to answer, but suddenly his heart skipped a beat and he looked towards Roman Square.
He swallowed:
"Your Majesty the Duke, I'm afraid... it's too late."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light of the contract in the square changed again.
In the shocked eyes of the people watching the ceremony, they saw a silver pillar of light rising into the sky with the altar as the center, directly penetrating the clouds in the sky!
The earth trembled slightly, and an indescribable energy wave spread from the altar to the surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, a huge shadow that was probably nearly a hundred meters high slowly appeared above the altar.
That's a magic sword.
The sword body is silver, painted with simple and strange patterns, and the hilt is golden, with ancient elf-style decorations and magic words.
It looks a little unreal and a little damaged, but even so, it cannot conceal its mysterious and unique temperament that is above the world.
After it appeared... it seemed to be the only focus in the world!
"This is... the projection of Roman's Sword!"
"Your Majesty! Your Highness the Prince really summoned Roman's Sword through the Book of Contract!"
On the viewing platform, the nobles were in an uproar.
The nobles of Roman could not forget the appearance of this projection.
In history, the projection of Roman's Sword has been summoned many times, and there are many related paintings circulated, and its description is exactly the same as the simple and mottled Divine Sword in front of you!
Seeing the projection of the Roman Sword appearing, the people watching the ceremony burst into cheers. However, the expression of Duke Yorock on the second floor changed completely.
In his eyes, the divine sword under the illusory halo was not a projection at all, but an entity that gradually solidified!
Damn it!
That's not a projection!
That is the real Roman Sword!
What happened to the bloodline of Count Castells?
This real artifact was actually summoned by her bloodline!
She, she, she...
Did she really only use her own blood?
Or maybe she got help from the gods behind the scenes?
Looking at the divine sword that gradually solidified, Duke Yorok felt a headache and looked uncertain.
But soon, his expression changed again.
In his field of vision, he saw the mottled divine sword gradually being wrapped in a layer of golden-red brilliance.
The golden-red light looked familiar, but Yorok couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
Just when he saw the light, even from a long distance, he could feel some incredible power on it.
Then... a strange scene appeared.
The golden red light flashed, and the mottled appearance and scattered scars of the divine sword began to fade away, replaced by the shining sword body and the gradually restored lines.
In the blink of an eye, the divine sword took on a new look and became completely solid.
At the same time, everyone felt an ancient and vast will slowly coming...
"Plop..."
"Plop..."
"..."
The ordinary people watching only felt a palpitating breath so powerful that it made people breathless pressing on their hearts.
That aura, with its substantive coercion, appeared together with the ancient and vast will, and continued to strengthen with the "recovery" of the divine sword.
After the will came, the limbs of the onlookers and nobles became weak, and they all collapsed in unison.
On the two-story building next to the square, Duke Yorock also felt tremendous pressure.
However, when he looked at the solid divine sword, he looked like he had seen a ghost:
"Recovered...recovered?"
"Roman's sword has been restored?"
Of course, no one can answer this question.
Everyone at the scene was already trembling under the pressure that was comparable to that of a god after the arrival of the divine sword.
The same goes for Prince Henry.
Rather, because he was closest to the altar, the pressure he felt at this moment was even far greater than that of others.
But even so, he still straightened his back with difficulty and looked excitedly at the divine sword in the sky.
Success...
He really succeeded!
Prince Henry looked excited.
At the same time, the huge divine sword in the sky also converged its divine light.
A vague mental wave radiated from the center of the divine sword to the surroundings, and a voice that sounded young but had a very mature tone sounded from the bottom of everyone's heart.
That voice... seemed to be filled with some extremely joyful joy, and said happily in a rather awkward and obscure ancient grammar and accent:
"I wonder which noble Lord will come in person to wake Roman from his endless sleep?"
"Your great kindness! Roman is grateful!"
Prince Henry perked up at the sound.
He suppressed the excitement and anxiety in his heart and shouted quickly:
"Lord Roman, it's me! It's me who wakes you up from your deep sleep!"
"I am Henry Roman! I am a descendant of Romanus, the successor of the Roman family!"
"I summon you, hoping to gain your approval and complete the Roman family's ancient ritual!"
"Huh? Is that you?"
After hearing what Prince Henry said, the divine sword shone slightly, and his voice seemed a little surprised.
Obscure mental fluctuations flashed across Prince Henry's body.
Then, the young and brisk voice was filled with a little coldness and ridicule:
"Where did the ants come from? Your bloodline is so thin that your Sword Ancestor can hardly recognize you, yet you dare to blaspheme the gods in the name of Romanus in front of your face?"
After hearing the sound of the divine sword, Prince Henry's expression suddenly froze.
Update early today!
I’m going diving in Fontaine!
