Chapter 230 The Mystery of Bloodlines (Ⅰ)

The upper limit of the "Hand of the High Mage" is only 40 pounds.

Joan soon realized that with this level of strength alone, he could no longer grasp the increasingly frenzied long hair, so he rushed over decisively, grabbing the hair that was about to break free with his own hands.

His hair was pulled by him, and Rebecca also stumbled and fell over, Joan had no choice but to free his right arm to wrap her around her.

As soon as Rebecca stood still, she broke free from his arms shyly, and said "Thank you" in a volume that only Joan could hear.

Joan had no time to respond to Rebecca's thanks.

The palm of his hand was tightly bound by countless slender strands of hair, the skin was cut, and a scarlet oozes out, which hurts the heart.

Fortunately, Major Vasa reached out in time, pressed Rebecca's forehead, and injected the divine power of "resisting evil" into her body.

Rebecca's long hair changed from silvery white to pitch black, and at the same time lost her will, hanging softly on the girl's shoulders.

When Miss Martha saw her sister back to normal, her long-suspended heart finally fell to the ground, and she ran to hug her sister and wept with joy.

The scroll in George Vasa's hand exhausted its mana and turned into ashes, which fell through the cracks between his fingers.

He dusted off the dust on his hands, turned around and cast a concerned look at Joan.

Noticing that the young sorcerer's hand was cut by Rebecca's hair and was still bleeding, he came over and held his hand to activate the "Holy Warrior" professional ability "Lay on Hands".

A soft light full of holy magic power was released from Major Vasa's fingertips and transmitted to Joan's hand. The wound on the palm was healed quickly under the comfort of this warm light flow, without leaving a single scar.

Joan thanked Major Vassar gratefully.

George Vassar let go of his hand, and silently shook his head, refusing to make such polite remarks.

At this time, sisters Custis also calmed down, and Martha took her sister's hand and came over to thank them.

"Neighbors should help each other. You don't have to thank me, but you should thank Joan well. If he hadn't blocked Rebecca's mutated long hair in time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to successfully cast the spell." Major Vasa said deeply. Said with emotion.

Rebecca had lingering fears about the thrilling scene just now. Hearing what Major Vassar said, she quickly thanked Joan. As if thinking of something again, two blushes blushed inexplicably on her fair face, making her look even brighter and more attractive.

"Although Rebecca's condition has been alleviated, no one can tell when it will recur. Martha, we have to find a way to help her get rid of this strange disease." Major Vasa said solemnly .

"Since Rebecca fell ill for the first time when she was three years old, my mother and I have tried everything possible to seek medical advice and try to cure her illness, but unfortunately we have not been able to find a radical cure until now."

Martha hugged her sister tightly, her eye circles were slightly red, heartbroken and helpless.

"Sister Claire once told me that Rebecca's disease is derived from hereditary blood. Unless the source of her strange blood can be cut off, it will be difficult to completely eliminate the mutation symptoms."

"Actually, I have long wanted to ask you, where did Rebecca's strange blood come from?"

Major Vassar's question happened to be Joan's question too, so he couldn't help pricking up his ears, expecting a positive answer from Sister Custis.

The answer to this question is likely to help inspire him to explore the source of his own strange blood.

Miss Martha showed hesitation and looked down at her sister. The two sisters made eye contact, and Miss Martha finally broke the silence.

"It's hard to tell about this matter. After you hear it, keep it in your heart, and don't reveal it to outsiders."

"I swear to keep it a secret!"

Major Vasar corrected his promise.

Qiao An also nodded solemnly, expressing that he would keep his mouth shut.

"Actually, the ancestors of our Custis family were originally ordinary people. It wasn't until my father's generation that the bloodline changed strangely."

Miss Martha sorted out her thoughts, and then said:

"My parents grew up together, and no one knows my father's past better than my mother. According to her, my father was normal from birth until he married her, and until shortly after marriage, my father, who was serving in the military at the time, went to Midgard was performing official duties, and during this period, some accidents happened. After returning, he became preoccupied, and often stood in front of the mirror in a daze..."

"My mother asked my father what happened. At first he refused to tell, but when he got impatient with the question, he revealed to his mother that he was attacked by bandits during the journey. All the officers and soldiers with him were killed by bandits. He was the only one who escaped desperately. He came out, but he was also seriously injured and dying."

"Just when he was dying, my father dreamed of a mysterious monster that claimed to give him the power to escape death, and my father must pay an equal price for this."

"What price?" Joan couldn't help asking.

"The price is... swearing to recognize that monster as 'mother' and voluntarily becoming her chosen one."

Miss Martha's voice trembled.

"At the critical point of life and death, my father has no choice. In order to go home alive and reunite with his wife and daughter, he can only accept the conditions offered by that monster..."

"After taking the oath, my father suddenly woke up from his dream and found that his injuries had healed. What shocked him even more was that the bandits who came to hunt him down all died around him. Their bodies were mutilated, as if cut by countless sharp knives. Pieces, blood and shattered pieces of flesh piled up beside him, making him feel horrified and disgusted...

"My father thought at first that it was the monster he saw in the dream that saved him, but it was not until later that he realized that these bandits were slaughtered by himself—to be precise, he would automatically mutate into a silver weapon when he sensed a threat by the hair of the

"Like Rebecca's hair?" Major Vassar asked tentatively.

Miss Martha nodded slightly.

"The essence is the same, but according to my mother, my father's mutation characteristics are stronger than Rebecca's. The mutated hair is also more lethal. The difference in power is as big as that of a slingshot and a magic crystal shotgun."

"In addition, my father can also control the length of hair as he likes. It usually looks like ordinary short hair. When the killing intent moves, hundreds of thousands of strands of hair instantly become ten yards long. They are extremely sharp and tough. Fine gold, cutting an inch-thick steel plate is like tearing a piece of thin paper. Even a heavily armored knight in heavy armor can't stop a hair from him, and he can even continue to say a few words after being decapitated. I just realized I was dead."

Joan's scalp felt numb.

If Miss Martha's description was not exaggerated, then Sir Custis' mutant hair is too powerful.

But compared to its destructive power, Joan cares more about another detail.

"Miss Martha, your father can control his hair, this is the biggest difference between him and Rebecca."

"You made the key point, Joan. My father was indeed able to completely control his hair at the beginning and use it as a weapon to kill the enemy. However, this is not entirely a good thing."

Miss Martha smiled wryly.