Chapter 347

Emily bit her lips lightly, did not speak, but still held Ren's arm and did not let go.

Valogen, Astan, and Dinglage wanted to defend her, but this was related to the bloodline inheritance of the Drogonburg family. What Wetherley said actually made some sense. They had thought about this issue before, so they all fell silent.

This made Wetherley more confident, raised his chin, and stared at Ren angrily, as if Ren was his sworn father-killing enemy.

Ren looked at the crowd and said calmly: "The Dragonborn family will not change their surname to Augustus."

As soon as his words fell, Emily raised her head suddenly: "Ren..."

"Master Earl!"

The three of Varogen also screamed in unison, thinking that Ren had changed his mind.

Only Wetherley was proud of himself, and deliberately loudly said: "Your Excellency, what a man says must be counted. Please keep a distance from Emily in the future, lest she become pregnant and give birth to non-dragon descendants. This is a disrespect to Drogon." The blasphemy of the Fort family."

"presumptuous!"

Emily flew into a rage immediately, and raised her hand to teach Wetherley a spell. Artans also drew out his long sword and was ready to strike. He was completely on Emily's side.

However, Ryan reached out to stop them.

"Ren?" Emily was anxious and angry, but she was also very puzzled.

"After all, he is your cousin, so you can't hurt your peace." Ren taunted, and asked: "Mr. Weatherley, your loyalty to the Drogonburg family is touching, but you don't seem to be a dragonborn. Or bastard, a 'bastard', in Congatro's words?"

The word bastard, Rennes said in Congastro.

This language is very similar to Orion, and belongs to the same language family. With the help of a translation dictionary, he learned it in just a few days.

Everyone present could hear it clearly.

Wetherley's face was flushed red. He hated people mentioning his origin the most. It was like an old scar deeply engraved in his soul, and the poisonous blood of shame would bleed out as soon as he touched it, stinging his heart.

"you wanna die!"

As a grumpy storm priest, Wetheley was immediately overwhelmed by anger, and acted without hesitation.

In fact, he chose to question the relationship between Emily and Ryan face to face, and he had no brains in the first place.

But others have brains, and they react very quickly.

Wetherley's attack had just begun, when a shadow flew out of Dinglage's hand, covering his vision and making him unable to see Ren; then Arstan's long sword also arrived, and slapped him with the spine At the back of his neck, the casting of the spell was interrupted; finally, a huge eight-clawed spider summoned by Valogen spit out white spider silk, tied him tightly, hung in mid-air, and could not move.

Emily stood directly in front of Ren, using her body as a shield.

With one breath, Wetherley was restrained.

Ren stood there without moving a single finger, watching all this calmly, as if he wasn't the one who was attacked just now.

"Let me go..." Wetherley yelled frantically, struggling desperately in the thick spider web, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair flickered with electricity, and his roots stood on end, he shouted angrily: "Varogen, and you two I command you to let me go."

The three of Valogen were a little embarrassed.

They were all vassals of the Drogonburg family, and it was indeed a crime against Wetherley, but they couldn't just watch Wetherley attack Renn. If Wetherley hit Rennes, even if he couldn't hurt a single hair, the restoration plan might be ruined and irreparable.

"Put him down," Ren said.

Valogen didn't hesitate, and immediately let the octospider loosen its jaws, and Wetherley, who was bound like a rice dumpling by the spider web, fell to the ground, but his limbs still couldn't get free, looking very embarrassed.

He could only move his head, staring at Ren bitterly, without saying a word.

"Mr. Weatherley," Ren said condescendingly, "You won't let me get close to Emily, and you won't be able to have a baby, so who has the qualifications? You?"

"certainly."

Wetherley responded proudly: "In this world, only Emily and I can give birth to dragon descendants. I know that you are very powerful and you are a student of the Holy Soul Wizard. So what? The offspring of you and Emily , must also be cursed by the blood soul, unable to practice the meditation method of the family, and unable to be a dragon descendant."

"Without the Dragonborn, House Drogonburg would have no reason to exist."

When he said this, he looked proud and confident, "Only I can restore the glory of the Drogonburg family. If you have the ability, kill me, hahaha..."

Harsh laughter echoed across the room.

Ren looked at the others, frowned and asked, "Is what he said true?"

"It's true." It took a long time for Emily to nod her head bitterly, she came over with her ear, and explained the reason to Ren in a low voice.

The birth of the Dragonborn family was an attempt by Bahamut, the god of dragons.

He bestowed blessings on the ancestors of Drogonburg, and transformed human souls into dragon souls to see if the curse of blood souls could be lifted.

The end result is half the battle.

The transformed human beings failed to lift the curse, but the powerful dragon soul suppressed the effect and onset of the curse. There was no need to practice by fusing demon souls like other extraordinary people, and there was no need for soul transformation rituals.

The blood soul curse still exists, passed down from generation to generation in the souls of dragonborn.

If the dragon descendants were combined with ordinary humans, and half of the souls of the offspring belonged to humans, the blood soul curse would begin to gain the upper hand and take effect again.

After discovering this problem, the dragon ancestors decided to marry close relatives in order to maintain their own strength and blood. The price of incest is heavy. It is very difficult for the Dragonborn family to give birth to normal offspring. Once the babies are found to be defective, they will be disposed of immediately to prevent them from growing up.

This has also led to the fact that the population of the Dragonborn family has never been able to grow.

They ruled Congatero for more than three thousand years. During such a long period of time, Drogonburg had no more than one hundred members at its peak, and in most years, the average number was only twenty to thirty.

Emily is the only true dragonborn in existence.

Only by marrying Wetherley can she give birth to a dragonborn, because Wetherley has a quarter of the dragon soul, and the offspring of the two, if the dragon soul accounts for more than half, they can practice the meditation of the Drogonburg family and suppress it. The blood soul curse, step by step, transforms the soul into a true dragonborn.

The future of the Drogonburg family rests entirely on two of them, even if one dies.

This is also Wetherley's confidence.

For the sake of the future, Varogen and others can only give him a few points, otherwise, everything they have done for decades is meaningless.

"Emily, he's just a mortal, not even a legend, so don't take him too seriously." Weatherley said triumphantly, "He's just a student of the Holy Soul Sorcerer, not the Holy Soul Sorcerer himself. We can’t decide, Wezeland Floating Void City needs our money, so we still have to cooperate with us.”

"Even if the Wezeland wizards retreat, don't worry too much."

"Give me another two years, and I'm likely to be promoted to Legendary. At that time, I will invite the Church of Storms to cooperate. My Lord is very willing to spread His faith in Congatero."

"How can a mere floating city compare to the Church of the Storm?"

"It will not be easy to regain the kingdom by then!"

Speaking of the latter, Weatherley's face became agitated, as if he had seen himself leading the believers of the church, conquering Congatero, and ascending to the throne.

However, everyone was indifferent to his rhetoric.

Is it so easy for the Church of the Storm to borrow strength? Just rely on a legend? Moreover, if the cooperation with Wezeland is torn up, who will bear the consequences?

Ren watched his performance quietly, and suddenly said, "I don't have the blood soul curse."

These words were like a shock.

Everyone looked at Ren in unison, and Wetherley had disbelief in his eyes, "Impossible, you are not a holy soul wizard... This is impossible!"

Others were less convinced.

But Emily believed it deeply, without any hesitation, a sharp long sword appeared in her hand, and she took two steps forward to slash it down.

puff!

Wetherley's head flew up.