Chương 318: Holy crap, a gold medal appeared!

As the bishop of the Church of the Fire God, Bizan naturally engaged in dual cultivation with the Golden Fox royal family quite a bit in order to eliminate the side effects of the sublimation crystal.

Therefore, he was also very familiar with the racial characteristics of the Golden Fox royal family.

The case of Roland's tail turning pink at the tip usually occurs after the Golden Fox royal family has undergone dual cultivation during their mating season, which also means that Roland is no longer a virgin.

But that doesn't make sense either.

Roland is definitely still a pure and good girl. The Church of Vulcan has been raising the Golden Fox royal family for so many years, and they have long mastered the specific methods of distinguishing between them.

He could tell at a glance that it was brand new and unopened.

"Lord Bizan, what's going on?"

"You're asking me? How would I know?"

Bizan answered the wolf girl secretary's question irritably, his eyes fixed on the swaying tail behind Roland.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

A strong sense of unease, like a python coiled around his heart, made him look up at Roland's face.

At this moment, Roland showed no sign of resignation; the bitterness and sorrow on her face had long since vanished.

Instead, there was an extremely infuriating and irritatingly funny face, with half-closed big eyes casting a mocking gaze that collided with Bizan's eyes.

"You dead tiger, didn't expect that, did you?"

"This is my way to break the deadlock. Red Dragon and Corinne are both my people. What can you use to fight me?"

Roland didn't say these words aloud; she simply mouthed a large middle finger to Bizan through the gap in the red dragon's massive claws.

"Minor fish~ Minor fish~" Now even idiots know there's a problem.

What exactly is Kloran plotting in the dark?

The dragon race's technology cannot be faked, and the red dragon does not have the power to tamper with the props. Roland will definitely be found to have fox blood.

Although Bizan hadn't yet figured out Roland's specific plans, he knew them.

We absolutely cannot let the Red Dragon continue its identification process!

He immediately left his seat and shouted at the red dragon, disregarding etiquette.

"Lord Tata, stop immediately!"

"Terminate the investigation; Roland might be up to something!"

His words immediately drew laughter from the red dragon Augusta.

"Tiger Head, are you doubting the technology of our dragon race? How could a mere Miss Roland possibly interfere with my advanced tools?"

"Don't worry, I'll put in a lot of effort this time. I'm a renowned master of magic manipulation in the entire clan!"

"Speak," Augusta said, quickening her movements as the powerful magic unique to the dragon race surged into the bloodline identification tool.

The bloodline device, shaped like a bowling ball, lit up layer by layer, projecting a faint red wave that enveloped Roland.

Bizan was immediately furious, cursing the brainless red dragon in his mind.

Who the hell doubts your skills?

He's suspicious of Roland!

This brainless red dragon probably doesn't even realize he's being used!

Just as Bizan finished cursing in his heart, he suddenly realized something.

Yeah, the red dragon might actually have been used. Oh right, it was that 1. 3-meter-tall dark elf!

Clues began to connect in his mind, and Bizan suddenly turned around to look at where Secretary Corinne was standing, but the 1. 3-meter-tall dark elf had already disappeared and shrunk into the crowd of nobles.

This scene sent a chill down Bizan's spine for no apparent reason.

It was as if he had already fallen into a carefully laid conspiracy.

No, he still has a chance.

"Red Dragon, stop right now! Use our Vulcan Church's authentication methods!"

"No... no, just use the Imperial's standard authentication methods, no need for anything fancy!"

Bizan roared, even using a loudspeaker magic circle, forcing the nobles around him to cover their ears.

Augusta was startled by the shout, which nearly caused the device to malfunction. She glared angrily at Bizan.

"You damn tiger, what are you yelling about? Don't get in the way of me showing off my strength!"

She was really looking forward to this opportunity to shine in front of others and absolutely couldn't let it be interrupted.

If word gets back to her clan and she's ridiculed as "Fat Dragon who can't even do a bloodline test"... then how will she survive?

"Damn it, you fat dragon, you've been used as a pawn! I warned you and you're cursing me?"

"Don't continue!"

Bizan was so anxious he was pacing back and forth. If it weren't for the presence of the old mage councilor, who possessed quasi-saint-level strength, he would have directly disrupted the ritual.

Upon hearing this, the red dragon flew into a rage.

"Fuck your mother! How dare you call me fat? I'll remember this!"

"You won't let me do the authentication? I'll do it anyway, heh heh!"

As Augustata shouted with all her might, the red energy completely entered Roland's body. After a brief silence of a few seconds, a dazzling golden light burst forth.

Roland became almost like a golden light bulb, its dazzling light spreading throughout the entire conference hall, forcing the nobles at the front to reach out and shield their eyes.

This exaggerated scene surprised even the knowledgeable nobles.

"This reaction... is it from an ancient bloodline?"

"How could Roland possibly have a bloodline of this level? I thought she was just an ordinary, pretty fox."

"Such a high-level bloodline can't be obtained through atavism, right?"

The great noble families have long and well-established traditions, but the middle and lower noble families are often quite confused.

A viscount who was on good terms with a high-ranking nobleman quickly inquired.

"What is meant by ancient bloodline?"

A young count pondered for a moment before explaining to his good friend.

"Ancient bloodlines, also known as ancestral bloodlines, represent pure blood on both the magical and life levels."

"To put it bluntly, the current Roland is no different from some of the golden foxes in the south when the gods were rampant. Not only is their bloodline pure, but their talents are also at the level of that era."

Seeing that his friend was still somewhat puzzled, the young count secretly pointed to the red dragon in the distance and whispered something.

"Let me put it this way, that red dragon has this kind of bloodline, so even though she's uneducated, she can still beat you up after decades of hard training."

"However, nowadays, the bloodlines of both humans and red dragons are gradually declining. If that red dragon were to test itself, it would probably only be purple at most."

"Purple?"

The young viscount frowned as he looked at Roland. Roland was still radiating golden light, exuding a strange sense of holiness, and she was quite beautiful.

"Brother, Roland's body is glowing with golden light, does that mean her bloodline is even higher than a red dragon's?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

The count tugged at the hem of the viscount's friend's sleeve, and the two of them practically lay on the table, using the height of the person in front to avoid the red dragon's gaze.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? That Red Dragon is notoriously petty and concerned about saving face. Be careful she doesn't throw a tantrum and cause you trouble."

"Did I say something wrong?"

"That's right, but there's a problem with your wording."

The young count rolled his eyes, recalled the family's inherited classics, and pursed his lips.

"Roland's fox bloodline is indeed purer than that of the red dragon."

"But the fox clan is much weaker than the dragon clan, they are not even on the same level, so the strength of the Roland bloodline is definitely not as good as that of the red dragon."

The viscount understood now, and punched his right fist into his left palm, suddenly realizing the truth.

"I get it. So that means Roland is just an ordinary fox ancestor, which means she's still a fox."

"Why are the councilors so surprised?"

"You don't know anything!"

The young count glanced up at the councilors on the platform, then lowered his head again and tapped his friend on the forehead.

"Have you forgotten what I just said?"

"Roland possesses ancient bloodlines, which means she has the talent of the fox clan from that era, and her strength is far beyond what we can compare to now."

"Even ordinary foxes have special talents, such as elemental affinity, extraordinary agility, keen insight, crisis intuition, and great strength."

The count paused, carefully looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then whispered in the ear of the viscount's friend.

"Most importantly, this pure bloodline, even if it produces hybrid offspring with humans, will have an absurdly high blood concentration."

"It's enough to inherit the bloodline talent that Roland carries; at most, there will be a slight reduction."

The viscount's breath caught in his throat, and his pupils trembled.