son-in-law of blood

Chapter 211 Identity!

Following the stairs, Xillen re-entered the familiar underground secret room.

Conrali and the three Supreme Elders of the Blood Race had already been waiting here.

Noticing the look on Hellen's face, the four of them looked at each other with some doubts.

Hawthorne waited for a moment, and spoke first:
"I called you here because I hope you can help us..."

"Peter is dead?"

Hellen's tone was indifferent, cold and without any emotional fluctuations - the name of His Majesty the Pope of the dignified morning came out of his mouth, and it was so flat as water.

Hearing the words that came out of Hellen's mouth, the expressions of the four of them all changed.

With a serious expression on his face, Conlaly couldn't help protecting the three of them and took half a step back, before asking in a deep voice:

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Hellen shrugged slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone softened a lot:
"Why did my father-in-law forget my son-in-law's name so quickly?"

Hellen's answer didn't make Conlaly's face look any better, and he continued to ask questions as if he was facing an enemy:
"Your Excellency, don't mess around, who are you!"

Helen spread her hands helplessly:
"Your Majesty Helen, the baron lord of the Tirisland of the Stevey Empire. Oh, and he is about to take on the role of the son-in-law of the Blood Race!"

Seeing that the four still didn't believe it, Hellen shook his head and took a few steps forward:
"You worry too much, don't say that I haven't fully recovered my memory, even if I remember everything, I... It's still me!"

Conraly watched Helen's every move closely, and after seeing Helen's steps forward, he couldn't help but want to make the first move.

There is no other reason. The God of Death once left a deep impression on the high-level professionals in the Gods Continent.

But Hellen's next words made him a little dazed.

Hawthorne answered:

"So you already know your real identity?"

Helen didn't speak, and sat calmly at the stone table where the four of them had just sat:
"Don't stand still, I can't do anything to you as a little fifth-level professional. Besides..."

A few inexplicable smiles flashed across Hellen's face:
"You are all Hepburn's elders, maybe I will also treat you as a junior in the future, it is not appropriate to always hold it like this!"

Xillen took a sip of the tea on the stone table, and looked at the four people opposite him in a leisurely manner.

"Are you really Hellen?"

Conraly reconfirmed in a tone of surprise.

Hellen sighed:

"It's just recalling some things in the past, don't make a fuss."

The four of them observed for a long time, and finally felt that Helen didn't seem to be deliberately deceiving them, so Conlaly put away his momentum, and the four of them sat around the stone table.

"It seems that you already know your own true identity."

Conraly said word for word.

Hellen smiled wryly:
"It's so obvious that I would be too stupid if I still can't figure out my true identity."

Helen looked a little bitter:

"To be honest, I couldn't believe it when I doubted it for the first time, but after my several contacts with the Lich Clan and the changes in your attitude towards me, I finally became convinced that I was really an amazing person." character!"

At this time, Conlaly did not put on the airs of his blood lord anymore, and added a lot of inexplicable meaning to his tone:

"Then what are your plans now?"

"What's the plan?"

Helen pretended to be contemplative, and said after a while:
"Well, I plan to get my wife first, and then go back to be my little lord with peace of mind."

Hawthorne asked suspiciously:

"that's it?"

Hellen waved his hand:

"At the moment, I only want to think about this much. As for the rest, I will talk about it after I fully remember what happened before!"

Conraly hesitated for a while, and asked in a tone of concern:
"Your feelings for Hepburn..."

Helen's expression suddenly became serious:

"I am completely sincere to Hepburn. I know you will suspect that I am using her to coerce your blood race, but I can swear by my godhead that the relationship between me and Hepburn will never be mixed with any dirty thoughts!"

"And my promise is still valid, Ms. Hepburn Christina will be my eternal partner!"

Conraly was very satisfied with Hellen's answer, and the expression on his face eased a lot.

"Let's stop here for the discussion about my identity, let's continue talking about important matters!"

Helen didn't notice that, in fact, when he was unconscious, his every move already had a little royal air.

The four of them had no objection to Hellen's words.

"Oh, by the way, I hope my real identity can be kept secret from Hepburn."

Conraly nodded without hesitation:

"of course!"

It wasn't until Hellen said this that he was finally sure that the man in front of him was sincere to his daughter.

"What do you Blood Race think about the fall of Peter?"

Hellen was the first to ask the question.

At this time, Conraly completely regarded Hellen as an equal to himself.

There was palpable anger in the tone of his reply:

"Except for your bastard apprentice, who else can do this?"

A hint of embarrassment crossed Hellen's face:
"I also noticed that he made another move, so I directly identified him with you."

Conraly sighed:
"You should have done this earlier, maybe His Majesty the Pope won't..."

Hellen pouted secretly.

Xindao who knows who this young master offended back then, if I don't deal with your blood race, my confession will become a self-inflicted trap.

Besides, there were so many enemies back then, but now their strength is low, it's better to keep a low profile.

Conraly didn't dwell on it too much:

"I called you here today because I wanted you to interrogate someone for us."

"who?"

"A lich hiding in the depths of our blood clan!"

Helen frowned slightly:

"Can a lich hide his identity in the blood race? With all due respect, the supervision of your blood race is too lax!"

Conraly's face became more serious:

"That's why I asked you to come! You come with me!"

With a big wave of Conlaly's hand, Hellen felt his eyes blur, and after his vision regained clarity, he found that he had come to a heavily guarded cell.

"This is the blood prison of our blood clan, which is specially used to hold important prisoners."

Hawthorne explained from the side.

Hearon nodded and looked where Conraly pointed.

In front of him was a middle-aged man who was emaciated and tortured to the point of being out of shape.

The man was tightly bound by several thick red iron chains. Through the dim light of blood, Xieren could see the ferocious iron spikes on the iron chains!

"Humanity?"

Helen frowned, and then let out a light snort:
"No, not humans!"

"Lich!"

Hellen's eyes were serious.

Cal, who was not far away, was awakened by the voice of a young man who suddenly appeared, and raised his head to look at Helen, with a look of surprise on his face suddenly!

(End of this chapter)