Chương 319: Going back on one's word is common among nobles

Human hybrids... inherited talents?

Inherited talent?!

The viscount tilted his head back in shock, creating distance between himself and the young count. Just as he was about to speak, the count covered his mouth.

The young count put a finger to his lips, signaling to keep quiet.

Shh... don't say it.

"Although because of that guy Cabona, a trend of checking bloodlines has been set up in the capital, everyone will find out about this sooner or later."

"But it's best if the specific details don't come out of our mouths."

The young viscount nodded repeatedly, regaining his indifferent demeanor, and continued watching the exciting drama unfold.

This time, however, his gaze was filled with an intense emotion, fixed intently on Roland.

No nobleman can resist the temptation of bloodline enhancement.

In this world, talent can be transmitted sexually.

Families with superior bloodlines will produce offspring who are more outstanding, stronger, and longer-lived than those from other families.

Unfortunately, the world's power levels are declining, and the once-powerful bloodlines have been ravaged by time, leaving only a weak effect.

For example, Princess Elizabeth of the Empire, besides her fast magical cultivation, has the unique characteristic of high magical resilience, which gives her a higher margin for error and defensive capabilities when using magic.

This is already a kind of atavism.

Like the illegitimate fifth prince next door, because his mother was a mortal, he had no special abilities, and his magic cultivation was a complete mess.

Therefore, for every nobleman in the empire, Roland is now a highly sought-after prize and a beacon of hope for the family's revival.

The young viscount could still control his emotions, but the more dissolute nobles with lower moral character couldn't hold back.

A lively discussion quickly erupted from the seats at the back.

Just as the young count said.

Because Roland made no attempt to conceal her fox clan characteristics some time ago, and even instructed her group's employees to distribute a special edition of the Harbor Daily, a wave of discussions about bloodlines swept through the capital.

The relevant knowledge had long been unearthed by the idle nobles.

A group of nobles whispered among themselves and quickly figured out the true value of Roland's ancient bloodline. The noise in the hall grew louder and louder and was completely unstoppable.

"I'd do anything to sleep with a fox!"

"Don't you dare say it out loud, this is a public place!"

"I don't care, our family has fallen on hard times... but it doesn't matter!"

"If we can marry Miss Roland, our Hamlet family will surely regain its former glory!"

"Oh, Miss Roland, please marry me!"

……

These words acted as a fuse, quickly igniting the emotions of the lower and middle nobility.

Many of them were once prominent noble families with powerful and prosperous members.

Otherwise, in that chaotic world before the empire was established, when gods roamed everywhere and abysses were rampant, there would have been no chance to pass on one's lineage.

Whose ancestors weren't once wealthy?

Now the family's hope is right before our eyes. A top-tier bloodline is given away with a click, and she'll be a beautiful, wealthy, and powerful fox spirit.

Oh right, Roland will probably lose her noble status later and become a beautiful but lonely businesswoman.

It's like God has blessed us!

Now, not only the great nobles, but even the lesser nobles with the rank of baron couldn't help but have their eyes on him, and some even publicly professed their love, creating an extremely chaotic scene.

"quiet!"

"quiet!"

"Quiet down, all of you!"

The old sorcerer councilor shouted three times, and finally had to grab a longsword and smash it on the ground.

The magical pressure of the Quasi-Saint level enveloped the entire venue, and only after the release of a silencing spell did the entire venue finally quiet down.

"Look at all of you! You look like a bunch of thugs! What kind of behavior is this!"

"You have utterly disgraced the imperial nobility!"

The white-bearded old mage held an extremely high position in the empire, being a high-ranking member of the Royal Academy. His fury silenced everyone.

After doing all this, the old mage finally sat back down, but his gaze never left Roland.

A strange light gleamed in his eyes.

It wasn't that he wanted to have children; as an old mage who had lived for four hundred years, he cared more about the origin of the Roland bloodline.

Where does such pure, ancient blood come from?

The Kann family, living in the countryside on the outskirts of the empire... what are they hiding?

Or is it that this bloodline appeared suddenly later on?

Is it a new magical technique?

Or was it the work of the gods?

There are so many doubts... but one thing is certain.

"Roland Kane cannot be handed over to the Church of Vulcan."

Bizan stared at all in disbelief, his expression contorted into an indescribable grimace.

Anger, resentment, panic, surprise, guilt... all these emotions combined to make his tiger-like face look as sinister as a lich.

"How is that possible?"

"How could it have turned out like this?"

"Roland should just be a pure royal golden fox, how could she be a member of the ancient golden fox clan? That's over a thousand years ago!"

A thousand years!

So many gods have fallen, how could there possibly still be the ancient Golden Fox bloodline?

Even dragons cannot escape the process of bloodline decay, so why should the lowly golden fox be able to?

Bizan also thought of something terrible.

Since Roland has an ancient bloodline, it means that the strength of her dual cultivation talent will far exceed that of the Golden Fox of this era.

Two times... or five times... or even ten times?!

"No, we can't let that dragon continue investigating."

He can still struggle a little longer.

Bizan gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Roland and the red dragon in the center.

At this moment, the red dragon was truly dedicated, taking out a book from its spatial ring that was thicker than a carriage.

After slamming the book to the ground, Augusta put on a monocle for show and began examining the patterns displayed on the instrument.

As she searched, she smugly wiggled her dragon tail.

She felt like a noble son-in-law in a chivalric romance novel who suddenly displayed his powerful abilities, and at this moment, even the dragon's face showed a human-like silly smile.

Showing off, showing off to the fullest.

"Oh ho ho ho~ Loran the Great Fox, did you see that? Isn't my dragon skill amazing~"

"With just a slight move from this dragon, the entire human community will cheer for me."

Augusta shook her dragon legs happily and laughed heartily.

"You humans are just ignorant. This is only the most basic part of the dragon race's technology, yet it has shocked you beyond belief."

"Well, in that case, let me take a look at the specific varieties for you. No need to thank me."

Roland stared speechlessly at the self-satisfied red dragon in front of her, her lips twitching.

Weren't the nobles shocked because of their ancient bloodline?

Oh well, since the plan is proceeding as scheduled, let the red dragon be happy.

Roland smiled charmingly, leaned against the railing of the central platform, and looked at Bizan with a lazy and leisurely posture.

Dude, I need this urgently!