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Lek glared fiercely at him and said angrily, "Even in my current state, how could I not have found it yet?"

Anos smiled awkwardly and asked, "So, what is your conclusion then?"

With a respectful glance at Eric, Lek spoke in a deep voice, "Although Mr. Eric doesn't bear any direct physical resemblance to the royal lineage of King Gom, there's no doubt that his combat aura technique is indeed the forbidden secret of King Gom. There's no questioning this!"

Anos's eyes lit up with a hint of excitement as he looked towards Eric.

However, Eric frowned at this moment. "Is this supposed to be the evidence?" His tone of doubt caught Anos off guard, who asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Anyone can learn a technique!" Eric furrowed his brow. "How can you determine I'm a direct descendant of King Gom just because I've learned this combat aura technique?"

"You are mistaken, sir!" Lek, perhaps already "certain" of Eric's identity, remained deferential.

Upon hearing Eric's question, he immediately explained as an authority figure, "The technique passed down by King Gom can only be learned by his descendants. Moreover, the purer the bloodline, the higher one can cultivate it. Even members of the current Danish royal family can only master this combat technique up to the level of advanced Silver Knights. Yet, you have already matched me, a high-level Paladin, using this technique..."

"Yes!" Anos interjected, "In this world, there may not be anyone with a purer bloodline than yours..."

Eric chuckled self-deprecatingly, unconvinced by Lek and Anos's judgment. Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire

He knew that his mastery of this combat aura to such a high degree was not due to some absurd claim of lineage but because of his unique internal energy cultivation method.

Eric's created internal energy technique possessed many wonders, including the ability to simulate various types of true energy from around the world, so naturally, combat aura was within his grasp.

Seeing Eric's expression, Anos couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter, Mr. Eric? Don't you believe it?"

Shaking his head, Eric smiled, "Can a Chinese person have the purest European ancestry?"

After pondering for a moment, Lek finally said, "That is indeed quite strange! However, regardless, your combat aura is undeniable... Therefore, sir, rest for tonight. Tomorrow, you will find out whether you truly are the direct descendant of King Gom."

Why does even this old man have such confidence?

Curiously, Eric asked, "How will my identity be verified tomorrow?"

Lek paused for a moment, then smiled, "Ah, so Mr. Eric doesn't yet know about tomorrow's verification method... Anos, it seems we haven't been very hospitable."

Anos chuckled awkwardly, stroking his beard, "Greenland is where King Gom practiced in his youth. There, he not only created miraculous techniques with lineage requirements but also obtained two special treasures. One is the Giant's Sword, and the other is the key to tomorrow's verification—the Heirloom Pearl!"

"What is the Heirloom Pearl?" Eric seemed to grasp something but couldn't confirm.

"The Heirloom Pearl is a large sea pearl enshrined in the gardens of Gotthob Palace. It can absorb and store human blood. Currently, it holds a drop of King Gom's essence blood. Tomorrow, we will bring out the Heirloom Pearl. You will drop a drop of your blood on it. If you are indeed a direct descendant of King Gom, your blood will merge with King Gom's essence in the pearl. If there's an anomaly, your blood will be rejected from the Heirloom Pearl..."

"So it's like a Nordic version of a blood test!"

Thinking for a moment, Eric couldn't help but ask, "Is it true that only the blood of King Gom's direct descendants can merge?"

Anos nodded, "Indeed, even the blood of current members of the Danish royal family would eventually be rejected."

"Good! It seems tomorrow will prove my 'innocence'!"

Thinking this through, Eric nodded, "Very well, then I will go and try tomorrow."

Anos smiled with a hint of relief, "I will arrange for your accommodation tonight and prepare a welcoming ceremony for you. Rest well tonight, and tomorrow we will hold a grand ceremony..."

Lek interjected, "Yes, for such a momentous occasion as the return of King Gom's bloodline, us old hermits will all come to witness it! It will surely be lively..."

Rallying such a crowd—if it turns out I have no relation to King Gom, won't they be devastated?

Watching the excitement of the two old men, Eric shook his head with a slight smile, not wanting to disturb them and let them proceed with their arrangements.

The next day, after breakfast with Meyer, Ophelia came to fetch Eric, leading him to the garden of Gotthob Palace.

Having arrived at the venue, Eric realized that there were already many people gathered. Although he knew these people were all waiting for him, he did not feel ashamed, as he did not believe he was late.

Just as Ophelia was trying to part the crowd, a voice suddenly came down from above, "Mr. Eric, please come up here."

Eric looked up to see Annos, who was standing on top of a massive hemispherical dome roof, waving at him, with a few elderly men in priestly robes by his side.

Has the ceremony already begun? How practical...

Eric turned to look at Meyer, and seeing her nod to him, he no longer hesitated, leaping up and crossing the hundred-meter distance, landing lightly beside Annos.

A roar of cheers erupted from all directions. Eric then realized that it was not just the garden that was crowded, but the streets and squares outside the Gottehoff Palace, as well as the rooftops of the surrounding houses, were packed with people, too many to count.

Could it be that the entire population of Greenland has gathered here?

"Loyal subjects of the legitimate royal line! After waiting for 560 years, today we can finally bring out the Pearl of Inheritance again!"

Through the loudspeaker, Annos's voice drowned out the cheers and carried far, "The direct bloodline of the old King Gorm will be manifested on this day, leading us to rise again and revive the glorious Valdemar era!"

The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, the sound waves seeming to cover everything.

Eric felt his head starting to spin. It was then that he finally noticed a stone column rising about 1.5 meters above the roof, on which was placed a dark green, translucent pearl the size of a ping-pong ball, with a drop of bright red blood at its center.

Eric understood that this must be the Pearl of Inheritance that would verify his purity.

But the result hasn't been determined yet, how come these people are cheering in advance?

Eric couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Does the Patriarch have so much confidence in me?"

Annos took a step back and encouraged with a smile, "Please, sir!"

Eric looked around, and the crowd had fallen silent. In an instant, the tens of thousands of people around him were holding their breath, the place as quiet as the serene morning in Yelin Cathedral. Countless hopeful eyes were fixed on him, unblinking.

Without a word, he took the silver needle presented by an elder of the Rationalist Sect, reining in the protective martial arts that were constantly in motion, and sharply pricked his middle finger, a drop of bright red blood falling onto the Pearl of Inheritance.

In the expectation of the tens of thousands, under the gaze of the seven elders, Eric's blood gradually seeped into the dark green pearl.

Thinking of the disappointment of these tens of thousands soon, Eric couldn't help but sigh.

But the result surprised him - the blood that had seeped into the pearl did not reject the drop of blood left by King Gorm, but rather merged with it!

When this scene was projected onto the electronic screens set up around the stone column, the quiet venue immediately went wild. The thunderous cheers that poured into his ears were earth-shattering.

Annos stepped in front of Eric, bowing with the other elders, and said with a catch in his voice, "We have finally found you, the esteemed Sorcerer King!"

Eric paid no attention to the deafening cheers or the excitement of the elders. He stared blankly at the merged blood drops in the pearl, utterly perplexed. How could I be a descendant of the Nordic people?

Unable to believe it, Eric drew blood for himself again. But this time, he used the Eye of Truth!

Under the full monitoring of the Eye of Truth, Eric sighed deeply, realizing that the fusion of the two drops of blood separated by over a thousand years was not a true fusion, but rather his blood had "devoured" King Gorm's blood.

Yes, "devoured". Now the blood in this Pearl of Inheritance no longer contained any of King Gorm's DNA; any blood other than his own would be rejected by this pearl.

Even if King Gorm were to be resurrected, the result would be the same. In other words, this pearl has become the Inheritance Pearl of the Eric clan!