The magician suddenly reached into the air and kept waving and rotating, muttering words. As his arms were turning faster and faster, a buzzing sound rang out in the air, and countless bees were flying above the magician's head.

The buzzing sounds came one after another and finally formed into a piece. These furry tiny creatures enveloped everyone's heads like a dark cloud, and swept over there like a whirlwind.

Although I can't see clearly what these bees look like, their color is completely different from ordinary bees. The bright red color is like blood. The most significant difference between them and ordinary bees.

Those ladies and ladies are born to fear this kind of furry flying around.

For a moment, harsh screams came one after another.

"This is the blood bee I raise, a creature that likes blood. Without my command, they will not attack anyone, don't worry." The magician comforted: "The blood bee have a very sensitive sense of smell. Their hobby towards blood makes it easy to find out where the wound is. Of course, you can rest assured that without my command, they will not attack anyone. The bloodthirsty nature is definitely not as effective as my command."

"Please control these bees first. You see there are so many ladies and ladies here, and they don't want to see those things." Earl Fesnan said.

The magician nodded as he heard the still terrified cry of fear that came from the church.

He rolled up his sleeves and exposed his arms to the air.

The bees quickly gathered towards his arms, and soon his arms were covered with bees.

These insects that made deafening buzzing sounds and kept moving around, making most of the people present creepy.

The magician was quite clear about the ordinary people's disgust for such creatures. He lowered his sleeves and covered his arms covered with bees.

Obviously this is also a kind of magic.

The buzzing sound that was originally filled with the air suddenly subsided completely, as if all the bees disappeared in an instant.

"This is OK, please start." said the young man.

Earl Fesnan was about to say a few more words, but in fact, he was a little unsure of his troubles by Earl Matil, and he began to doubt the authenticity of Rebbo's bloodline.

At this moment, Rebow suddenly interrupted, "Earl Matil, I will always remember the harm you have to my mother's body. If, ultimately, prove the purity of my blood, you must pay the price for it. I will not let my mother's remains be damaged and be harmed in reputation. Any investigation will make the dead mother uneasy in heaven. I would rather choose a more direct solution. I will demand a duel with you, and no one can replace you."

"Okay, I agree. It seems that you are willing to perform a blood relative recognition ceremony." Earl Matil said with extraordinary joy.

"As long as Elder Mondi can perform this ritual, I have no reason to refuse, because I am indeed my mother's child." Ruibo said firmly.

This affirmative answer made Earl Matil hesitate.

"I can perform this ritual, but it will take a long time." Elder Mondie said, although he did not know why Ribo was so determined and so sure.

Of course he fully believed that Ruibo's confidence was not blind.

"Sir, what should I do?" Ruibo asked.

"You only need to provide a few drops of blood, oh, I'm not sure about this, maybe one milligram is about the same, well, if possible, one milliliter should be enough.'' Elder Mondie began to pretend to be confused. Once the identification failed, he could take the responsibility on himself.

"As long as you can apply the blood volume of the entire palm, you have to pray for the clergy to pray that the God of Life will trigger the miracle of life. If you have a blood relationship with the provider of the finger bones, the God of Life will turn the dry finger bones into vitality cartilage, and some cartilages are even covered with blood vessels. The whole process takes three or four hours." The magician explained.

"Yes, yes, yes, come here, go and get a golden bowl, fill it with water, and then bring a scalpel, the type of small trumpet." Elder Mondi ordered.

"It's best to use a crystal bowl so that you can clearly see the changes inside, and there is no need to worry about someone climbing onto the roof to sneak a finger bone inside." The magician reminded again.

"Okay, take a crystal bowl." The elder still ordered.

After a while, a pastor returned to the auditorium with a crystal clear crystal bowl.

The crystal bowl is filled with holy water, and countless rays of sunlight seem to be dissolved in the holy water, and the golden light flows everywhere in the rippling water waves.

In the other hand of the priest, he held an extremely sharp scalpel with a cold light.

Rebo slowly walked to the pastor, holding the scalpel in his right hand, and gently cut a hole on the palm of his left hand, and blood suddenly poured out of the wound.

Ruibo put his left palms together into the shape of a bowl, his five fingers closed tightly together, and the blood in his palms gathered more and more.

Seeing that the blood had almost soaked the entire palm of his hand, Ruibo slowly reached his hand into the crystal bowl.

The pastors sang hymns to praise the gods together. They looked up slightly at the zenith, where the sun shone in.

Ruibo watched the blood suddenly dissipated, and the originally golden holy water now shone with a golden red light.

He felt the wound on his palm slightly thrilling, and then he felt itchy again. Although the wound soaked in the holy water had not completely healed, it no longer bleeded.

Ruibo pressed his palms into the crystal bowl like a child playing, but no one noticed that as the holy water in the bowl rose and fell, another stream of blood flowed into the crystal bowl from a slender wand hidden in the sleeve.

It was easy to let the magic wand suck all the liquid that had been fully sucked out in advance, and there was no need to chant a spell. Therefore, without knowing that all the blood from Miss Lanty was injected into the crystal bowl.

When Ribo pulled his hand out of the crystal bowl, Elder Mondie took the crystal bowl and walked under the straight column of light in the middle of the church.

A ring bracket slowly descended from the ceil.

The elder placed the crystal bowl on the bracket.

"Mr. Mathil, please take Miss Lisa's remains?" said the elder.

"Now I understand everything." Earl Matil took out the finger bone from the box and folded it hard, and the finger bones were broken into two pieces with a "click": "According to the agreement, the finger bones are divided into two pieces. If Mr. Ruibo's blood cannot fuse with this finger bone, then try Miss Medin's blood to see if I have any conspiracy."

Mathil's rampant actions aroused the dissatisfaction of most nobles, and he once again wanted to surround him.

"Mr. Mathil, you should consider how to deal with Mr. Rebbo's duel request. I'm afraid you will have to repay the insults of the deceased with your life." Elder Monde said seriously.

He took the finger bone and let it slowly sink to the bottom of the bowl.

Elder Mondi used his index finger to flick the air twice, and the bracket slowly rose, and the crystal bowl containing blood and the finger bones slowly floated towards the top.

All the nobles in the church raised their heads and stared at the crystal bowl.

The sunlight transmitted from the zenith was refracted by the crystal bowl and projected onto the ground of the cathedral, and people stood in a blood-red light and shadow.

The priests gathered below the celestial throne, and they knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly.

The hymn of the God of Life resounded through the sky.

Elder Mondi closed his eyes slightly, and he presided over the ceremony.

The waves flow and the water ripples, and people are deeply attracted by this mysterious scenery.

Only the young man stared at those sharp eyes and kept monitoring the people who must pay attention to.

Of course he knew that he was not careless now.

According to Mathil, he was definitely sure that Ribo was a fake.

Mathil's words were credible because everything he said was reasonable and in line with his nature.

If such a despicable villain wants to plot against someone who is unprepared, he should not be very likely to fail.

In addition, another thing that made him doubt was that the boy was so outstanding.

However, Ribo and Byndith, who were young in the intelligence industry, did not show any talent at all. Apart from being quite lustful, this kid had nothing to do.

Seven years can create a person, but to do this, that person must have strong desire for learning, talent and several times or even dozens of times of effort.

And the real Ribo, Byndith, definitely does not have this quality.

Although this is just a guess, the possibility of such guessing is very high.

If it is a fake, then blood tests will definitely reveal his true colors.

But this kid was not worried at all. I'm afraid there was something else in it. There must be something that made him so relieved.

The young man was completely sure that Ruibo and the others would tamper with the in-person identification ceremony.

But how to do things and what kind of things are unimaginable.

However, it is certain that they absolutely cannot have a piece of activated cartilage in advance, they cannot know the measures Mathil has taken, and they have no time to get a piece of it out temporarily.

The only way to use is to penetrate the blood of the real immediate relatives into the bowl.

However, the bloodline of the Medin family has almost been cut off. According to Mathil, the last member of the family is the old woman.

Therefore, the only one who can provide blood is the old woman.

However, as I had been staring at her every move just now, the old woman had absolutely no chance to secretly remove blood, nor did she have the chance to pass it on to the boy.

Since the ceremony began to the time when he took the blood sample, no one has ever approached the boy except for three women.

This is strange. Did he use illusion?

It's impossible. In order to prevent him from secretly using illusion, Jet prepared illusion butterfly. As long as someone uses illusion, illusion butterfly can sense the fluctuations of magic energy.

But now there is no reaction, which is really strange.

An ominous premonition gradually arose in the young man's heart.

This premonition has caused him to break free from the predicament of death countless times. This is an indescribable ability, and it comes from the power of the nun mother who originally wanted to serve the gods with lifelong chastity.

This premonition has never been wrong in the slightest.

Moreover, I have never felt such a strong premonition of danger.

Is it possible that in this solemn church there are threats that you have never seen or encountered?

The young man began to feel nervous and confused.

However, his eyes were always scanning the targets.

The every move of these people fell clearly into his eyes.

Time passes little by little, and standing for a long time is an extremely hard work for the ladies and ladies.

Therefore, the lady and the ladies walked towards the lounge behind the auditorium, led by the church's pastor, and the elderly gradually left.

However, the old lady Mei Ding obviously knew that her identity was special, so she always stood upright.
To be continued...