Chapter 434: Rakshasa's Pride

Fern's voice was heard, and the tent instantly echoed the voice of agreement.

"It seems that this is the case!"

"I heard it too."

"Speaking of which... the guy who was chatting with the fire just now, is he gone?!"

A group of people were talking at once, and the notary frowned slightly.

"Someone mentioned Luosha to Shuo? Then Shuo was attacked, and someone launched some kind of witchcraft that disturbed people's hearts..."

"And... the guy who mentioned Luosha disappeared?"

Seeing the notary's concerned look, Fern couldn't help but feel happy.

"Took the bait!"

This is exactly the effect that Fern wanted, and it is also the "scam" she wove!

There is no need to lie actively, just combine the unrelated things on the scene together, and you can mislead the notary to get the answer that Fern wants.

Especially for the straightforward guys in the Blood Country, it is almost self-evident what kind of conclusion they will draw after seeing these conditions.

Sure enough, the notary then said the reasoning that Fern expected.

"A Rakshasa has sneaked in - it seems that he is disguised as a human!"

"The guy who mentioned Rakshasa to Luhuo is probably that Rakshasa... or, he is an accomplice of that Rakshasa."

Although it was Fern who induced the other party to come to this conclusion, she still pretended to be surprised and asked.

"What is the purpose of the other party doing this... Since he disguised himself to sneak in, why not disguise himself to the end?"

"The purpose is to create panic and chaos," the Xue Luo notary said seriously, "Rakshasa is a race that disappeared thousands of years ago, but don't forget that before they disappeared, they were the masters of this world!"

"Come back and sneak into the Glory Festival at this moment, just to announce the news of Rakshasa's return in a high-profile manner - for this reason, before he officially appears, he may need to continue to build momentum until the time is right."

Fern nodded slightly after hearing the notary's words.

"I see!"

This analysis of the other party was also within Fern's expectations - after all, she had asked Moro, and this was exactly what he said "motive".

A clever scam is often nine truths mixed with one falsehood!

The motive and what happened are all true, but the final conclusion is somewhat different from the truth.

Just like now, the surviving players and NPCs around him are full of goodwill towards him.

Moro, the real Rakshasa, has to rely on himself to continue to conceal his identity.

This can not only gain a certain degree of attention, but also prevent him from being in the center of the conflict. The most important thing is that he has maintained a good relationship with both the "Notary" and "Mora".

The essence of fraud is to cheat on both sides!

What's more...

Maybe he can get more information about Rakshasa from the notary.

Just as Fern was thinking about this, the notary spoke again.

"And... I'm afraid it's more than that!"

"More than that?"

Fern pretended to be very surprised and asked again.

There is actually an unexpected gain!

"Yes, if the Rakshasa chose the Glory Festival," the notary said after thinking and groaning, "I'm afraid there is also a reason to try to awaken the 'ancestral bloodline'!"

"The Glory Festival has lasted for a thousand years. This festival is an ancient tradition of the Blood Country inherited by the Blood Luo and the Barbarians. When this country was originally controlled by the Rakshasa, the Glory Festival already existed."

"And according to the secret records within our tribe, in the Glory Festival of that year, the Rakshasa, as the winner, not only gained glory and status, but the winner could even make the Rakshasa bloodline in his body more pure and awaken the 'ancestral bloodline' through a certain ritual."

This Blood Luo said seriously, and Fern was even more surprised-this time it was not an act.

"It turns out that 'Moro' actually has this consideration!"

She felt that the Rakshasa had concealed something from her just now.

At this time, Fern also heard Moro beside him speak again faintly.

"Yes, this is indeed a very secret ceremony, but you still don't know enough... In the oldest glory festival, not only Rakshasas participated in this ceremony, but also various races."

"Because that ceremony can not only help Rakshasas increase the blood concentration in their bodies and obtain the strengthening of their ancestral blood, but also give the blood of Rakshasas to other races, so that they can obtain the power that originally belonged to Rakshasas."

"This is also the relationship that your Xueluo clan claims to be related to Rakshasas," Moro said calmly, "Rather than saying they are relatives, it is better to say that the ancestor of your Xueluo clan is a rare foreign race who won the victory in the glory festival at that time!"

"Rather than saying they are relatives, it is better to say that they are the guys who were given this honor!"

"I just don't know if your current Xueluo clan has inherited and recorded this honor."

Moro's tone was calm with a hint of pride, which made the notary a little doubtful.

"What nonsense are you talking about... You are just a human, how could you know so many secrets about the Glory Festival?"

It seemed that he had heard the content of Moro's words for the first time, and subconsciously expressed doubts about those "heretical" contents.

But it was precisely this doubt that showed that the notary was also shaken.

Fern was very keenly aware of this.

Not only Fern, after a while, others also smelled something different from the notary's violent reaction.

And sure enough, not long after, the notary also thought about it and spoke.

"Even if it was made up, with such a detailed level of authenticity, you can't be a human, unless... you are not a human at all."

"Moruo, Moruo, this name is more like a name given by our Xueluo clan than a human."

"But you are not Xueluo..."

Thinking of this, the notary clenched the bone staff in his hand.

"There is indeed a player who should not exist and is too powerful in this festival. When I was patrolling, I saw a corpse with a very unusual death method and was repeatedly torn apart by people. It is indeed in line with the rumored posture of a Rakshasa."

"So, you are a Rakshasa... and you can only be a Rakshasa!"

The notary looked at Moruo, and his posture became extremely alert.

Moro stood up: "What an interesting accusation. If I were a Rakshasa, would I stand here and not leave?"

"Although I haven't seen it for a thousand years, I know a little bit about Rakshasa," Xue Luo, holding a bone staff, has accepted all this and said calmly, "Xue Luo is inherited from Rakshasa, whether it is because of kinship or won blood... In spirit, we have something in common with the Rakshasa clan."

"Xue Luo is the proudest race in the Black Swamp Realm today - as the overlord of a thousand years, I guess the Rakshasa will only be more than us."

"So... if you are not a Rakshasa, just tell me."

It's so simple?

Sure enough, the Black Swamp Realm is full of fools who are easy to deceive!

Fern couldn't help but complain again in his heart when he heard the words of the notary.

But...

Because of this, Fern has already prepared himself in his heart.

Because Moro is also a fool from the Black Swamp Realm!

He didn't even change his name.

As Fern expected, Moro just looked at her, a moment of apology flashed in his eyes, and after a slight nod of respect, Moro turned back to the proud notary.

"Come on, Xue Luo - I also want to try, what can the descendants of the warriors who obtained a trace of blood power back then do now?"