Chapter 1865 Removal

If on the street, some handsome guy says to you: "Sao Nian, we have the same hair color. This proves that you are probably my descendant~"

I'd probably beat this guy's head into a pig's head.

Even if he is more handsome than me, he still dares to take advantage of me. Do you not want this handsome face anymore?

However, this is a tomb, and the person speaking this is the memory magic of a former emperor who has been dead for more than a thousand years, so that is another matter.

I thought about his words for a moment and couldn't help but ask: "According to your opinion, all human beings who are born with white hair may have a recessive bloodline similar to yours?"

"It's not possible," Fred Alexander said seriously, "but it's certain."

He continued to explain: "Ancient civilization has determined the heritability of this gene. It is impossible for other situations to occur. Even a one-in-a-million chance of genetic mutation will definitely not occur."

"Ah?" I said with an unconvinced look on my face: "Does ancient civilization have to be the undoubted truth? Who stipulated it? Such a loud tone! Who does the compiler think he is? The God of Creation?"

Alexander nodded: "Yes, the ancient civilization was written casually by the God of Creation. He distributed this civilization to every ancient race. However, the vast majority of these civilizations were lost with the demise of the ancient races. Only the remaining scrolls of my fairy lineage remain.”

I just said this casually, but I didn’t expect that it was really the handiwork of the God of Creation!

Alexander said in a relaxed tone: "Now, you should believe it. You and I have the same recessive gene expression. This is a special blood trait that can only be possessed by the direct bloodline of my Feide family."

"But I'm a human."

"It doesn't matter what race you are," Alexander said: "Not all the concubines in my harem are goblins."

"It turns out you don't just like beauties from the same race~" I looked slutty and laughed.

Alexander looked around with a guilty conscience, and then remembered that he had died long ago, and now he was just the memory magic left behind. Moreover, this was no longer his palace, but a tomb with only one living person. This living person, He was not a minister who often reminded himself to 'be careful in his words and deeds', but a descendant with his own bloodline. He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, a touch of sadness appeared on his face.

Seeing that Alexander looked abnormal, I quickly asked: "What's wrong? Did I just say something I shouldn't have said?"

"No." Alexander forced a smile and said, "You are right. Compared with goblin girls with pure royal blood, many foreign girls are more attractive and have better figures."

When I heard him mention the figure, I unconsciously thought of Phoenix and Cagalli. Both of them are models of amazing figures!

"Hey hey hey." The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I unconsciously burst into obscene laughter again.

Alexander coughed lightly and interrupted my train of thought. He said: "That's the thing. You and your white-haired fiancée are probably both descendants of my Feide family. They just have different bloodline genes. I I thought, since you can activate the artifact, maybe that girl can do the same."

"What if she can't do it?"

"That only means that the amount of bloodline genes of the Feide family she contains is too small to resonate with the artifact."

"No wonder after I activated the crown, your grandfather questioned me so excitedly and scolded me severely. It turns out that I am really a descendant of Philed Rupert!" I said a little depressed: "Although the bloodline has been It’s not weak enough to show the characteristics of the fairies.”

"About this, you may have misunderstood something." Alexander said: "It is mentioned in the genetic records of ancient civilizations that the physical characteristics of a child depend on the mother in most cases, while the genetic characteristics of the father only exist In the child’s genes, that is to say, whether the child’s acquired bloodline is strong or not depends to a large extent on the father.”

"In other words, my children's looks follow their mother's, and their strength follows mine, right?"

"That's right." Alexander nodded: "But I believe that your child's bloodline must be very excellent, because the ancient bloodline flows in your body."

I spread my hands and said, "I just hope my child won't be like me, with a hopelessly low magic value."

"This situation should never happen," Alexander explained with a smile: "The scarcity of your magic power is only limited to the ability value table. In fact, the black-red mist condensed by you before is also a type of magic power. If judged by this aspect, your total magic value is excellent."

I breathed a sigh of relief: "This makes me feel relieved."

This is true. In the Zephyr Continent, where competition is based on strength, magic value is also the benchmark for judging a child's future development. I don't want my child to lose at the starting line.

"By the way, I have now figured out the life experience of my ancestors. So, should I call you my ancestor?"

After hearing what I said, Alexander frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "It's better to avoid it. I prefer to be called by my first name."

Did you see that the same emperor, Philed Rupert, asked me to kneel and lick him and call him your majesty, while his grandson, Philed Alexander, was as amiable as an older brother?

It’s true that the same rice can support all kinds of people!

After that, the two of us chatted a lot about home affairs. Before we knew it, it was almost midnight, but I didn't feel tired at all.

"I said Alexander, your memory magic circle is engraved in this wooden coffin, right?" I patted the edge of the coffin and asked him.

"That's right."

"Does that mean that if I lift the coffin out, your memory magic can also be lifted out of here, right?"

Alexander glanced at me and smiled: "You don't want to take me away, do you?"

"Bingo!" I snapped my fingers and said, "You see we are talking so congenially, why don't I take you out of here and place you in a safer place, and we can still have a chat, if you want If so, I can introduce more people to you.”

A strange color flashed across Fred Alexander's face. It appeared so quickly and disappeared so quickly that I didn't have time to read the meaning it contained.

Alexander smiled gently and said, "If you want to, I will agree."

After walking around the coffin, I asked him: "If I find someone to move your coffin from here, will it affect your existence?"

Alexander shook his head: "No, this memory magic was compiled by me myself, as long as the magic circle is not damaged."

He paused and then continued: "I will always exist."