Chương 317: A touch of crimson at the tail, reddening your face.

A blue sign was erected in the conference hall, seemingly forming a blue wave out of thin air.

Only a few factions allied with Roland, such as those associated with Elizabeth and the Fifth Prince, cast a vote of resignation, symbolizing their helplessness.

At this moment, Bizan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back down.

He looked toward the central platform.

On the platform, Roland's expression finally changed. A trace of sorrow appeared on her beautiful face, mixed with a deep sense of helplessness, which made those who came close feel sorry for her.

Seeing that distressed expression, Bizan smiled.

This was the most hearty laugh he had ever had since Roland had tricked him out of his money with food.

"As expected, Roland didn't have any trump cards. She just wanted to disgust me before she became my sex slave."

"I've had a smooth and successful life as a young master, and this is the most enjoyable experience I've ever had."

He turned to look at Speaker Jess in the seat behind him.

Their eyes met, they exchanged glances, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Ahem, let's proceed with the bloodline identification then."

"This time, the Church of Vulcan is providing authoritative orc bloodline testing. Let us welcome His Excellency Bishop Bizan."

Grand Speaker Jess made a gesture of invitation.

"Sir, please begin."

"Haha, thank you for the Imperial Council's trust and support."

Bizan's smile never stopped from the very beginning, and his interlocking pale tiger teeth were quite frightening, causing the human nobles around him to turn their heads involuntarily.

He was about to grab the universal bloodline scepter that had been prepared beforehand when a noblewoman dressed as a maid interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, Speaker Jess, I have an objection!"

In the silent hall, all the nobles turned their gazes toward the person who had spoken.

She is Princess Elizabeth's representative, Head Maid Lywind.

Although Lywind serves as a maid, she is herself a member of the imperial nobility and is therefore qualified to be here.

It's not surprising that someone would speak up to stop it at this point.

Rather, it would be strange if Lywind, as Roland's ally, didn't react at this point.

"Viscount Lywind, is there anything you wish to say?"

Jess asked the question routinely, as if he were just a tool.

Lywind frowned, glanced at Roland in the center who seemed resigned to her fate, and cursed inwardly.

Although she felt it was futile, she still tried to struggle a little more, looking up at the three speakers in the main seats.

"Your Excellencies, I believe that Bishop Bizan, as the accuser, should not be involved in the bloodline determination process; otherwise, the fairness and impartiality of the determination cannot be guaranteed!"

"Pina's little girl, what do you mean?"

This time, it wasn't Speaker Jess who answered, but the smiling lady in the gray dress, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

Lywind reluctantly made the suggestion.

"I think our Wayne Company can provide the testing equipment. We possess the Empire's best magical energy technology, so our bloodline detector is naturally the best as well..."

"Qi, the best one?"

Bizan scoffed, his face full of disdain.

"I think it's the easiest to fake, isn't it?"

"Everyone knows you're in cahoots with Roland; you'll definitely tamper with the appraisal!"

Lywind was not to be outdone.

"Since you put it that way, and you have a grudge against Miss Roland—she ruined the famine you created in the old port district—you'll definitely tamper with the appraisal as well!"

Bizan's face darkened.

To tamper with it?

He didn't need to do anything underhanded; Roland was a genuine, purebred vixen!

As soon as Lywind finished speaking, it seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with several nobles chiming in and adding fuel to the fire.

"Yes, the accuser cannot participate in the evidence-gathering and identification process."

"Why not choose a fair and impartial third-party representative?"

"So, who should we choose?"

"Why don't we let Augustata and Lord Red Dragon do the identification? The dragon race's bloodline technology is so advanced, they could probably even determine Roland's specific breed..."

The last sentence acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the entire venue.

People turned to look at the short, dark elf who was speaking, their gazes passing over the 1. 3-meter-tall dwarf and locking onto the three-meter-tall dragon, who was sitting down.

Every dragon has a penchant for watching excitement, a way to alleviate the boredom of its long lifespan, and Augustata is no exception.

From the very beginning of the meeting, she was already sitting in the open space reserved in the venue, watching with great interest.

Suddenly becoming the center of attention, she felt a jolt.

Then he quickly stuffed the giant dragon meat stick spicy strip in his hand into his mouth and showed a proud and proud smile.

"Hahaha, should I, the dragon, go and authenticate it?"

"That's right! My bloodline identification technology is the most powerful, the most advanced, and the most powerful in the world!"

The smug look on Honglong's face made everyone present feel ashamed.

Although the self-praise in these words is too obvious, it is indeed true.

Immediately, some people began to urge Honglong to join in.

"Indeed, Lord Red Dragon, if we were to ask whose bloodline test results are the most convincing, it would naturally be yours!"

"Grand Speaker Jess, why don't we let the dragons act as witnesses and judges?"

"Can't!"

Lywind's expression changed drastically.

Because she and Elizabeth really did tamper with the bloodline detector in order to try their best to conceal Roland's bloodline.

Seeing Lywind's flustered appearance, Bizan almost burst out laughing again, and looked with satisfaction at the red dragon who was sitting on the open ground struggling to get up.

Although the red dragon had hindered him once, the dragon confinement ring was truly a valuable item, completely eliminating any chance of Roland and Elizabeth going down a fight to the death.

Now it can also help identify bloodlines, saving time and hassle.

Not bad.

Bizan turned to observe Roland's expression.

The last glimmer of hope in Roland's eyes vanished, and the fox looked like a wilted eggplant, its tail drooping listlessly to the ground, which pleased the tiger.

"Grand Speaker Jess, since Miss Lywind doesn't trust me, then let Lord Tata make the judgment."

"In any case, the final test results won't be any different."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Lord Tata."

Jess nodded indifferently and made a polite gesture toward the red dragon.

Augusta immediately took a happy step and walked along the wide passage to Roland.

In her opinion, it was incredibly interesting to show off and display one's power in front of others, so she immediately prepared to give it her all.

As she busied herself with tinkering, she pulled out various props from her spatial ring and then smashed them onto the ground.

She picked up the enormous globe-like prop and looked at Roland.

"Big fox, my skills are always superb. Rest assured, I will use all my strength to ensure that the appraisal is accurate."

"To ensure the results are accurate, I will first perform a purification process on you."

With Roland's tacit approval, a streak of light swept across the body, and the white tail tip, coated with alchemical dye, gradually faded, revealing the bright pink that had been hidden beneath.

The moment they saw the pink tail tip, Bizzan and the wolf secretary's expressions changed drastically.

"Why... why is it pink?"