William even doubted whether he had gone on the wrong set?

Isn't he wearing Grimm's fairy tales? How did it become Greek myth?

This... William had a big black question mark on his face.

"What the hell is going on?" Although dreamy, William quickly came to his senses and asked.

Old Witt smiled bitterly, "The Holy Light God's Court came to Balesta, and the old God was overturned and knocked out the dust!"

“Mount Olympus fell on the earth!”

"Some gods died in battle, and some were alienated!"

"Only we who have the bloodlines of ancient gods and strangeness are left, living in this world humbly!"

Old Witt glanced at the shocked two children, looked at William Freya, who was silent, and said, "The ancestor of our Witt family is the waiter of God Pan!"

"Pan... God?" William concentrated.

"Yes, God Pan!" Lao Weiti nodded, his eyes falling into memories, "God Pan Pan is also the God of Shepherd! He is the patron god of shepherds, hunters, and farmers and those who live between the countryside!"

"He has a human body, with horns on his head and ears on his head, and his lower body and feet are like the feet of a sheep!"

"He is divine, but under the rule of the holy light, he is regarded by fools as the incarnation of the devil, and ignores Pan Shen's protection for them for thousands of years!"

"The power of God Pan is powerful! He likes to play pan flutes. He plays pan flutes. Even the gods will be hypnotized when they hear them. He controls the power of panic and nightmare, and can make His enemies fall into panic and retreat without fighting!"

"The God of Pan is also the follower of the great God of Dionysus!"

Old Witt murmured, his words filled with remembrance of the glory of the past. His eyes fell on his two sons, not knowing whether it was sad or relieved, and said, "Children, I should have said these words to you earlier!"

"It's a pity that anger covered my eyes and made me lose my mind." Old Witt said that he believed the sheep and drove away his two sons.

Both of him were digesting the information revealed by Old Witt, silently without saying anything.

Old Witt continued to remind, "Child, it's not our time now. Under the holy light, we must hide ourselves into the darkness, do you know?"

"You must know that in the Holy Light, not all the light, there are always some priests who are in darkness!"

Old Witt is talking about the Inquisition of the Holy Light Court.

The referee all the exorcists wandered on this land, pursuing them hiding in the darkness with the power of the holy light, such as werewolfs, vampires, and even witches.

However, the center of the Holy Light Divine Court is in the east and on the land where the Holy Light originates, so the attack on them is not that strong.

Seeing his father's seriousness, both Jerweit and Griwit nodded heavily.

"So, what about God Pan?" William interrupted at this time.

"Dead!" Old Witt was silent for a while and replied calmly.

"Diet? When? How did you die? Didn't you say He is very powerful?" William frowned and asked several questions in a row.

The bitterness in Old Witt's eyes became even stronger, "No one can stop the torrent of fate from rolling forward! Even God is no exception!"

"When God Pan died, he died after the birth of the Holy Son of the Holy Light God Court!"

"When He died, the entire sea of ​​sapphires were sighing and weeping for it!"

"Only His bloodline has remained, proving His traces in this world."

"My family once fed a sheep. It has the thin bloodline of Pan Shen. The wool it produces has strong warmth and is strong. It is woven into clothes and can hardly be damaged by any iron!" Old Witt said at last.

William's eyes lit up. The Witt family actually had such good things. He asked hurriedly, "Where is that sheep?"

"I drove away!" Old Witt said.

"Hurry away?" William did not understand Old Witt's behavior, but when he saw the complicated eyes of Jerweit and Griwitt, William instantly understood.

Sure enough, Old Witt followed, "It inherited the blood of Pan and possessed strange things, but I didn't expect it to inherit the cunning and treacherous God. It deceived me and made me make a decision to regret my sons, so I decided to punish this dishonest sheep. I shaved its head and whipped it hard with a whip, driving it away!"

Old Witt said blasphemous words without caring.

So that's it! No wonder a sheep in the fairy tale made Old Witt so angry that even his own son could be driven away.

Although it has something to do with Old Witt's irritable temper, it has a lot to do with the importance of this sheep with the so-called Pan Shen bloodline.

A trace of clarity flashed in William's eyes. The illogical part of the fairy tale in the past finally understood.

Old Wit continued to say, his eyes looking at William were filled with enthusiasm and expectation, "Our family is just the waiter of God Pan. The bloodline passed down from his body is not only low, but also weak, but Lord Zorro, you are different. There is a great possibility that Hercules' bloodline will flow in your body, and this is a great existence!"

"Even if it is not the bloodline of the God of Power, it is very likely that it is Antai's bloodline!" Old Witt felt that he was too sure of his speech. After thinking about it, he added.

William is 100% sure that he does not have these messy bloodlines.

His power that is far beyond ordinary people also comes from his own training, not based on the so-called power of blood.

But he asked, "Who is Antai?"

"Ante is a giant, a powerful opponent of Hercules! It is the son of Gaia, the mother of earth, and Poseidon, the master of the ocean. It is loved by Gaia, and the mother of earth, and blessed it. As long as it steps on the earth, it will never be tired and will always be full of strength."

"Hercules strangled Ante to death by raising Ante in mid-air, otherwise Ante would never be defeated by standing on the earth!"

"Yeah!" William nodded calmly on the surface. In fact, his mind was covered in mucus. The information was a bit big, and he could only digest it after stirring it!

"Sir William, let's test your blood power." Old Witt said diligently.

"Test? Can this thing be tested?" William said curiously.

"Of course." Old Wit said high, and he took out an oval milky white stone from his arms, with circles of wheel marks on it.

"It is it that can measure the bloodline of the gods on our bodies?" William asked.

"Of course--no!" Old Wittla said with a lengthening tone.

Afraid that William was angry, he continued in a hurry and said, "This bloodline stone can only test the attributes of the bloodline we inherited and the strength of the bloodline, and cannot directly measure which bloodline exists!"

"However, knowing the attributes of bloodlines and based on our familiarity with the ancient gods, we can roughly guess what bloodline it is and do corresponding training! This will allow us to better develop the sacred blood on our bodies!"

"Sir Zorro, do you want to know the source of your bloodline?" Old Witt extended the bloodline stone in William's hand.

William was silent for a while, and suddenly a lucky thought flashed in his heart, just like a delusion when a person who didn't gamble suddenly wanted to buy a double-color ball. Maybe he was hit. He hesitated for a moment and said, "How to test?"
Chapter completed!