The blood slid down the base of the tongue into the throat, not as difficult as I thought, and was even a little sweet.

Manda could feel the blood flowing in the esophagus, slowly flowing into the stomach, and slowly penetrated into every cell of her own.

This felt so wonderful, as if some kind of power was bursting out in the body.

Manda burped and turned her face to look at the count.

The Count stared at him with more than a dozen eyes.

After looking at each other for a moment, the count's face became increasingly ugly, and the natal god gave a prompt again.

"At least you have to pretend, do you want to kill yourself?"

What do you pretend to be? Is there anything wrong with what you look like now?

Manda suddenly remembered something. Quinta once told him that drinking Tifeng's blood would make people feel very painful, just like being burned by a fire.

But his current expression obviously has nothing to do with pain.

He had to do the whole set of acting, but he almost forgot the last step of Erwuzi's plan.

Under the Count's gaze, Manda quickly covered her stomach, frowned and said, "It's so painful..."

"It's a little more like it!" The natal god kept reminding him.

"It's so painful!" Manda lay on the ground and moaned loudly.

"Similar to a little more!"

"I'm going to hurt so much! It's true!" Manda began to roll around the ground.

Such poor acting skills made Manda feel that he was useless, but he seemed to have deceived the Count.

The Count was not focused, as if he was suffering even greater pain. He waved his hand and called two priests to signal them to carry Manda out of the temple.

When they came outside the temple gate and saw Manda struggling in pain, everyone cheered. Quinta covered his hand on his chest and said to himself: "I don't know if I should be grateful for you or sad for you. In short...just be alive."

The count also walked out, and everyone immediately stopped and lowered their heads respectfully.

Sphinx walked forward and saw the count's face full of sweat and asked softly:

"Sir, is everything going well?" She didn't care about Manda, but she felt something was wrong with the Earl.

The count didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

"What path did he take?" She wondered what kind of monster Manda would become.

The count still didn't say anything. He shook his head and said that Tifon did not give a clear intention.

This is normal. Some people are gifted and will immediately know their belongings after the sacrifice is completed. She is one of them, and the three-headed dog Leonde is also one of them.

Some people have extremely poor talent. After the sacrifice ends, they still don’t know who the new natal god is. More than half of the people in the valley have this result. She believes that Quinta is one of them.

Seeing the count's lips engorged, Sphinx asked with concern: "Are you injured? Did that idiot angry with the gods?"

"Why do you have so many questions?" The count finally spoke, but his voice was so vague that he couldn't tell the difference, and his lips were trembling violently, and he seemed to be extremely angry.

Sphinx didn't dare to ask any more. Seeing the count's finger pointing to Manda, she quickly grabbed Manda in her hand and flew towards the castle with him.

According to convention, the Count should give a speech at this time, announcing that Manda officially became a member of the believers.

But he didn't say much, but made a gesture to everyone leave. He lifted up his cloak, turned into bright red wings, quickly surpassed Sphinx, and flew directly into his room.

He quickly closed the window, locked the door, and spit out a mouthful of blood towards the pool in the room.

He picked up a silver hand mirror from the table and stuck out his tongue for a while.

Half of his tongue was burnt, and the other half was bloody and fuzzy. This is why his tone was ambiguous. Since he had divined Manda's blood, his tongue had been suffering from the pain of cutting and burning.

As for Manda's natal god, he didn't tell it. The moment he touched the blood, his tongue instantly lost consciousness.

But he couldn't tell Manda all this, it was related to his status and majesty.

He wanted to give Manda a reasonable explanation, and to endure great pain and calmly complete the entire sacrifice.

Apart from his ambiguous tone, he showed almost no flaws, and even when it hurts the most, he just shook his lips.

This is the capital of the strong, this is the king's character. As the master of the valley, everyone has seen the glory of the king, but it is difficult to understand everything behind him.

Manda, who was sent into the room, continued to pretend to be in pain. According to Quinta, such pain would last at least one day and one night.

It is not easy to pretend to be painful without pain. Struggle, roll, moan, scream, and every move is very physically exhausting.

After persisting for an hour, the exhausted Manda gave up on the performance and her thoughts drifted away elsewhere.

He was recalling the process of sacrifice and recalling the instructions of his natal god.

Which god is He? Why is he so proactive? Whose blood has he drunk? Will he become a monster?

Various thoughts circling in my mind, guiding Manda into sleep.

He had a very strange dream, dreaming that his body was floating in the air, from his feet to his head, had nine scales drawn.

Nine scales divide the body into eight grids, the first grid is on the top of the head, filled with bright red blood, which occupies about a quarter of the first grid.

"Congratulations on your entry into the ranks, you are my believer."

A very strange dream made Manda sleep very sweetly.

When Manda woke up, Quinta, who had been by the bed, asked with concern: "How is it? Did it succeed?"

Manda showed an evil smile and got into the quilt, hooked her finger at Quinta. Quinta looked around and got into Manda's quilt with a look of embarrassment.

This was a very dangerous move, the Count had a hundred eyes, and the entire valley was under his gaze.

If the Count discovered that Manda was in severe pain and did such an indescribable thing with Quinta, with his suspicious nature, he might have killed Manda immediately.

But Manda was so lucky. The Count's pain was even worse than when he took the blood of Tremeng. For two days, he did not get out of bed and spent most of his time vomiting and coma, and he had no time to monitor Manda.

Two days later, the Count finally got out of bed. He called Manda to see his condition.

According to Quinta's description, most of Manda was in a coma during the past two days, which was a normal manifestation, and the Count did not investigate it in depth.

However, there was no obvious change in his body, which surprised the Count.

With such special blood, why didn’t it show amazing talent? Is there other secrets hidden in this young man?

The Count showed rare patience and decided to give Manda a task - to dispose of his own body.

"I told you that I have an agreement with the Claudesey family. It has been a decades of agreement that they can hand over the death row of the family to me for disposal, but they must keep the secret of the valley and not allow anyone to get close to the valley.

Over the years, we have been strictly fulfilling the agreement. You have been in the valley for four days. It is time for me to send your body outside the valley, so..."

So you want to kill me?

Manda's heart tightened and instinctively took two steps back.

"I smelled the scent again, the power hidden in you," the count took a sip of water. He wanted to tease Manda for a while, but his tongue still hurt. He didn't want to say too much,

"Don't be so nervous, I won't hurt you, but there's something you have to do by yourself, go find Ms. Portia and ask her to find a suitable body for you."

Let her find a corpse for me? What a profound sentence.

Manda didn't ask any more questions. He didn't want to stay in the count's room. When he learned that Portia did not live in the castle, but lived in a cave on the cliff, Manda first thought of the human-faced Sphinx.

"You take me to fly up, just picking a corpse, it won't take up too much time for you."

Sphinx smiled and pinched Manda's cheek: "Little guy, do you think of me as a flying carriage?"

"You don't have a carriage..."

"Who do you think you are talking to?" Sphinx kicked Manda in the face, then carried him to the window, "Answer a question from me, if you answer the wrong answer, throw you down. I have a flower that blooms all year round and never witheres. Do you know where it is?"

"On your belly, it's a birthmark like a wild flower."

"It's not a wild flower, it's a tulip!" Sphinx kicked Manda again, "How did you know?"

“What you see when you transform, it’s beautiful.”

When he said this, Manda's face was as pure as a piece of white paper.

Although this is not the correct answer, Sphinx was in a good mood. She sent Manda to the entrance of the cave on the cliff, of course, just to the entrance of the cave.
Chapter completed!