Chapter 1864 Hidden

After receiving the affirmation from Fred Alexander, I felt a chill in my heart, and at the same time two words came to my mind: witch.

A woman who is regarded as the source of disaster for the country and the people because of her beauty is an innocent pitiful person, while a woman who uses poisonous tactics to satisfy her own selfish desires and puts all the people in the world into dire straits is a real witch.

"Ethnic cleansing is such a crazy idea. Your grandfather, who is praised as a 'holy king', actually believed in it?"

Alexander pondered for a moment and said: "Yes, he believed it, he had to believe it, because after the fortune teller proposed ethnic cleansing, he definitely told my grandfather that this plan was not proposed by her, and she was just the middleman for this plan. The real planner and owner of it is God.”

"God?" I frowned: "Is the God you are talking about the God of Creation?"

"I don't know about this," Alexander said, "but in a general sense, the only existence that can be called a god is the God of Creation."

"But she only said 'god', who knows which god she is talking about?" I frowned and questioned: "What if the god she mentioned was not the God of creation, but someone she recognized as a god?" Something, what should I do?”

"I still can only do as I am told." Alexander smiled bitterly and said: "To be honest, I have also doubted the god mentioned by the fortune teller, but there are many things that are useful without doubting them. The God of Creation is real, and fortune tellers are among the few. There are many human beings who can communicate directly with the God of Creation, even if she has other intentions, you have to believe her."

"Even if this is really the plan of the God of Creation, what will happen if it fails to be achieved?"

Alexander shook his head.

"Anyway, I won't believe this rhetoric. Any ethnic cleansing or God's plan is all bullshit!" I said with righteous indignation: "If the God of Creation really wants to destroy mankind, does he need to go to such great lengths? It's so easy to kill him with just one finger. So, that bullshit fortune teller must have some shady conspiracy. In order to execute this conspiracy perfectly, she brought the God of Creation onto the stage. However, being able to She communicated directly with the God of Creation, and worried that she would be punished by God for doing so, so she used the vague word 'god' instead."

"Originally, no one who lacks faith would believe such a plan, but you, the fairies, have indeed received the grace of the God of Creation, and even used the power given by the God of Creation to fight with you. Ten powerful pieces of equipment have been forged with blood, so you are more determined than others in terms of belief. When you carry out the will of the God of Creation, you are also more resolute and thorough, and you will never question that the fortune teller is Only by grasping this point can we perform such a play openly."

At this point, I sighed deeply and said: "Those members of the race who were purged, as well as your grandfather who has been infamy for thousands of years because he took the blame, are all poor people who were taken advantage of by this fortune teller. However, in the end, no one knew Who gave this plan to the fortune teller?"

Alexander sighed too, a look of regret on his handsome face.

The deceased has passed away, and unless time goes back, this mystery will forever be engraved in the long river of history.

The conversation quickly turned back to my ability to activate the artifact.

Alexander stared at my white hair and asked, "Is your white hair natural, caused by illness, or dyed?"

"intrinsic."

"How many people do you know who are born with pure white hair like you?" he continued to ask.

"There are only two people I know, one is me and the other is my fiancée."

Alexander smiled inexplicably: "It's the fiancée again. How many fiancées do you have?"

After thinking for a moment, I shrugged and said, "More than a dozen, probably, I didn't count."

"You're pretty horny," he said bluntly.

"This is natural," I said calmly.

He smiled and said, "Tell you a secret."

I immediately became excited: "What secret?"

"I guess you and your white-haired fiancée are likely to have the same bloodline."

"Hey!" I interrupted him directly, with a serious look on my face, and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Her family and mine are completely unrelated. There is no possibility of having the same blood!"

"Don't be impatient." Alexander waved his hand at me and said, "When I say the same bloodline, I don't mean that you are blood relatives, but I mean that something the same is flowing in your blood vessels."

I listened in confusion and looked at him with a confused expression.

Alexander continued: "We have been together for a few hours, haven't you noticed that your hair color and mine are the same, both white?"

"What's so noteworthy about this?" I asked puzzledly: "We both have two eyes, a nose and a mouth."

"That's not what I meant." He shook his head: "In ancient civilizations, there were academic topics related to genetic factors, including the probability of recessive genes transforming into dominant genes. Pure white hair like you and me , according to common sense, they are all recessive genes. They will only be carried but cannot be revealed unless certain specific conditions are met. For example, I have extremely low magic value, but I am born with unique powers. A power similar to the power of degeneration, but completely different from the power of degeneration."

Hearing this, I couldn't wait to interrupt him: "I know this. You see, the black-red mist wrapping my body now is a power that only belongs to me. Its power is almost equal to the power of degeneration, but it is not the same as the power of degeneration. The power of degeneration is two completely different things."

"What does it mean that the power is almost equal!" Odachi said angrily: "The power of degeneration is nothing in front of the killing intent! It's just because you are lazy and unwilling to hone the killing intent that it seems to be no match for the power of degeneration. Similar."

Odachi's words were full of resentment, but I still deliberately ignored its fragmentary thoughts.

Alexander held his chin and looked at the murderous intention quietly, his bright eyes full of curiosity.

After staring for a while, he said with some regret: "It's a pity that I am only a memory now, otherwise I would have to touch these black-red mist. Although I don't know what they are, I always feel that they are full of mystery and danger."

"It's quite mysterious." I nodded in agreement: "As for the danger, I don't know, it won't hurt me anyway."

"Let's get down to business," Alexander said: "It is precisely because of my extremely low magic value and the existence of other powers that are completely different from the power of degeneration that the recessive genes in my blood have undergone qualitative changes. It became explicit, which is why I was born with gray hair.”

At this point, he paused, looked at me and said, "Same for you."