son-in-law of blood

Chapter 194 Confirmed Identity!
The situation turned suddenly, and Hepburn was caught off guard and failed to stop his father's actions.

Frozen on the spot, she didn't expect her father to be so decisive, he had already kidnapped him without saying a word.

Feeling very anxious, she knew that it was unrealistic to find her father's hiding place with her current cultivation base, so she had to threaten viciously:
"If you hurt him, I will hate you forever!"

After finishing speaking, he paused for a while, and fled towards the door.

Hellen was also not feeling very well. When Conlaly moved, he only felt an invisible big hand confining his whole body, and his cultivation and combat power, which he was proud of, became weak at this moment.

Only then did he truly realize what a peak powerhouse is!
In front of such masters, he is like a baby who has just learned to walk, with no power to resist.

With so many thoughts in his mind, Helen didn't know where Conlaly was going to take him captive.

While thinking, Conraly stopped walking.

When consciousness returned to the body, Xillen's first feeling was cold.

His blood contained dark attributes, so he was not afraid of the cold in theory, but the place she was in at this time still made her shiver uncontrollably.

Steady his mind, Xillen's gaze gradually became clearer.

What caught his eyes was the darkness of nothingness, and only a little light coming from not far away prevented Xieren from doubting whether he had come to hell.

"Let's go!"

With a cold and emotionless tone, Conraly pushed Hellen from behind.

Following the bright light not far away, Helen tidied up her messy clothes and walked towards the distance calmly.

They come, the security.

The spot-like light is getting bigger and bigger, and the line of sight becomes clearer. Three gray-haired old men are sitting around a round table to meditate.

Hearing the movement, they all opened their eyes and looked towards Hellen and the two of them.

One of them, Xillen, was no stranger to him, and it was the Supreme Third Elder Hawthorne who came to welcome Xillen and others into the city not long ago!

According to their titles, Hellen speculated that the other two should be the Supreme Elder and Second Elder of the blood race.

Conraly snorted behind Hellen, and walked straight to the empty seat beside the round table and sat down, regardless of Helen who was standing there.

After Conraly sat down, he closed his eyes and meditated without saying a word.

On the contrary, the three old men stared at Helen strangely as if they were looking at something rare.

Looking at the green eyes of the three old men, Xillen couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

The eight eyes met each other for a long time, and Hawthorne finally spoke:

"See you again, Monsieur Baron!"

Hellen breathed a sigh of relief:

"I've met the third elder, I don't know if my uncle brought me here, do you have something to explain?"

"Uncle?" Hawthorne glanced at Helen with a half-smile.

Conraly snorted coldly, but did not express his opinion.

"You're really good at climbing up the pole!" Mod'an chuckled, and immediately seemed to think of something funny, and his beard shook violently.

Helen was confused, and stood there respectfully, waiting for Conlaly's statement.

"Ask you a few questions. If you answer well, I can let this matter go!"

After confirming with the other three old people, Conraly said reluctantly.

Helen froze in place suddenly, and Conlaly's answer made him extremely surprised.

Brother, I put your daughter to sleep, is this your attitude?Or are the blood clansmen so understanding and magnanimous?
Noticing Hellen's gaze, Conraly snorted angrily:
"Boy, don't think so beautiful, it's not that easy to marry my daughter! Come here first and answer these few questions, and I will give you a chance to marry my daughter!"

Hellen was overjoyed. Although he didn't know why Conlaly had such an attitude, it would be best if he could avoid confrontation and solve the problem.

Taking a few steps forward, Hellen found that there was no room around the round table, so he simply sat down cross-legged against the cold ground.

"Is it cold?" Mod'an asked an irrelevant question.

Doubtful, but Helen still answered honestly:

"kind of!"

The seemingly ordinary answer made the faces of the three people change slightly, and Hawthorne said in a surprised tone:
"Did you know? Even if you are a member of our blood clan, without the strength of the golden peak, you will be frozen speechless when you come here!"

Hellen frowned slightly, not knowing what Hawthorne meant.

"Who are you!"

The voice suddenly became severe, with a mountain-like momentum coming towards him.

Hillen's expression remained the same, sitting cross-legged on the ground, he said calmly:
"Helen, the baron lord of Tirisland of Steway Empire!"

Hawthorn put away his momentum, looked into Hellen's clear eyes, and sighed:

"It seems that you really don't know!"

"Okay, I'll ask you a few questions next, and I hope you can answer them truthfully."

Mod'an on the side took the words.

Helen nodded:

"As long as it doesn't touch my privacy, I will make it clear."

Looking back at Conraly, the latter nodded slowly, and Mod'an began to ask:

"How did you meet Her Majesty the Princess?"

Helen sorted out her thoughts and said:

"I met Hepburn once when he was hunted down by people from the Temple of Dawn!"

"Hepburn said you saved him, right?"

Hellen turned to look at Conlaly who interrupted and nodded.

"You are only a fifth-level hell poet now. At that time, you might not even be a second-level professional. How did you save Hepburn from the chasing and interception of the Temple of Dawn?"

Mod'an asked the core of the problem.

Hellen's expression froze and he didn't answer.

Several people looked at Hellen's expression and behavior, and it was self-evident in their hearts.

"Next question, I heard from Her Royal Highness that you have met liches and fought with them, right?"

Mod'an didn't mean to force Helen to answer this question, but changed the subject.

Helen replied: "Yes, I heard that this person is still a lich from the Dark Council."

Mod'an continued to ask:

"You fell into the witch seed of that lich, didn't you?"

Hellen's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately felt relieved. Apart from Hepburn, there were also many people in the Temple of Erudition who witnessed this scene, and it was understandable for them to know.

Helen nodded: "That's right, but..."

"But you are not under the control of the witch species!"

Mod'an's voice was cold and strange.

Helen narrowed her eyes half-closed, and replied in silence for a long time:

"Perhaps the elder doesn't know that my body was once infused with dragon blood by an adult dragon, and this may be the reason."

Mod'an didn't answer. Having lived for most of his life, he naturally knew that what the witch species controlled was the original soul of a person, and had nothing to do with things like blood.

Now he can be sure that the young man in front of him is the reincarnation of that man in this life!

Feeling the vague aura in the man's body that was the same as the origin of the blood race, Mod'an sighed softly.

The future heir of the blood clan has such a deep bond with him, and he doesn't know whether it will be a blessing or a curse for the entire blood clan!

(End of this chapter)