The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

William even wondered if he went to the wrong set?

Isn't he wearing Grimm's Fairy Tales? How did it become Greek mythology?

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

What's going on here? Although it was a dream, William quickly came back to his senses and asked.

Old Witt smiled wryly, The Court of Holy Light came to Ballesta, and the old god was overthrown and dusted!

Mount Olympus fell to the ground!

Some gods die in battle, and some are alienated!

We are the only ones left with the blood of the ancient gods and strange creatures, living humblely in this world!

Old Witt glanced at the two children who were in shock, then at the silent William Freya, and said, The ancestor of our Witt family is God Pan's servant!

Pan...God? William focused.

Yes, God Pan! Old Witt nodded, his eyes lost in memory, God Pan is also the god of shepherds! He is the protector of shepherds, hunters, farmers and those who live in the countryside!

He has a human body with horns and ears on his head, and his lower body and feet are like sheep's feet!

He is holy, but under the rule of the Holy Light, he is considered by the ignorant people to be the incarnation of the devil, ignoring Pan God's protection of them for thousands of years!

The power of God Pan is powerful! He likes to play the pan flute, and even the gods will be hypnotized when he hears it. He is in charge of the power of panic and nightmares, and can make his enemies fall into panic. Fight back!

Pan is also the servant of the great Dionysus!

Old Witt murmured, his words were full of nostalgia for the glory of the past, his eyes fell on his two sons, he didn't know whether it was sorrow or relief, and said, Children, I should have said these words I told you earlier!

Unfortunately, anger blinded my eyes and made me lose my mind. What Old Witt said was that he listened to the sheep and drove away his two sons.

Both of them were digesting the information revealed by Old Witt, they were silent and did not speak.

Old Witt continued to exhort, Child, this is not our time anymore. Under the holy light, we must hide ourselves in the darkness, you know?

You must know that the holy light is not all light, there are always some priests who are in the dark!

Old Witt was talking about the court of the Holy Light.

Many exorcists from the Judiciary roamed the land, and with the power of the Holy Light, they hunted down creatures hiding in the dark, such as werewolves, vampires, and even witches.

It's just that the center of the Holy Light Court is in the east, where the Holy Light originated, so the blow to them is not so strong.

Seeing their father's solemn expression, both Jerewitt and Grewitt nodded emphatically.

So, what about Pan? William interjected.

Dead! Old Witt replied calmly after being silent for a while.

Dead? When? How did he die? Didn't you say He was very powerful? William frowned and asked several questions in succession.

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

God Pan is dead, and he died after the birth of the Holy Son of the Holy Light Court!

When he died, the whole sapphire sea sighed and wept for him!

Only his bloodline survived, proving his traces in this world.

My family once raised a sheep, which had Pan's thin blood, and the wool it produced had a strong ability to keep warm, and was strong enough to be woven into clothes that were hard to hurt by any iron! Old Witt finally said.

William's eyes lit up, the Witt family still has such a good thing,

He hurriedly asked, Where's the sheep?

I drove him away! Old Witt said.

Chased away? William didn't understand Old Witt's behavior, but seeing the complicated eyes of Jerewitt and Grewitt, William instantly understood.

Sure enough, Old Witt followed up and said, It inherited the blood of God Pan and possessed strangeness, but I didn't expect that it also inherited the cunning and treachery of God Pan. It deceived me and made me think about my My sons made a decision that I regret for the rest of my life, so I decided to punish this dishonest sheep by shaving off its head and whipping it so hard that it drove away!

Old Witt spoke blasphemy without caring.

I see! No wonder a sheep in the fairy tale provoked old Witt to lose his temper so much that even his own son could be driven away.

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

There was a flash of clarity in William's eyes, and the illogical part of the fairy tales in the past finally understood.

Old Witt continued, looking at William with enthusiasm and expectation, Our family is just the servant of God Pan, and the bloodline passed down in our body is not only low, but also weak, but Lord Zorro, you are different. Yes. There is a great possibility that the blood of Hercules flows through your body, this is a great existence!

Even if it's not the blood of the God of Hercules, it's very likely to be the blood of Antai! Old Witt felt that he was too sure of what he said, and after thinking about it, he added another sentence.

William is 100% sure that he doesn't have these messy bloodlines.

His strength far surpassing that of ordinary people also comes from his own training, rather than relying on the so-called power of blood.

But he still asked, Who is An Tai?

Antaeus is a giant, a powerful opponent of Hercules! It is the son of Gaia, the mother of the earth, and Poseidon, the master of the sea. It is deeply loved by Gaia, the mother of the earth. When it stands on the ground, it will never get tired and will always be full of strength.

Hercules strangled Antai by holding it in mid-air, otherwise Antai standing on the ground would never be defeated!

Yeah! William nodded calmly on the surface, but in fact, his mind was full of mud. The information is a bit large, and it needs to be stirred again to digest it!

Master William, let's test the power of your bloodline. Old Witt said graciously.

Test? Can this thing be tested? William asked curiously.

Of course. Old Witt said proudly, and he carefully took out an oval milky white stone from his bosom, on which there were circles of wheel tracks.

Is it that it can detect the blood of the gods in us? William asked.

Of course—no! Old Witla said with a long tone.

Fearing that William would be angry, he continued in a hasty tone, This bloodstone can only test the attributes and strength of the bloodline we inherited, but it cannot directly test which bloodline exists!

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

Master Zorro, do you want to know the source of your blood? Witt held out the blood stone in his hand to William.

William was silent for a while, and a fluke thought suddenly flashed in his mind, just like the delusion of a non-gambler when he suddenly wants to buy a bet on two-color balls. Maybe he won, he hesitated, and then said, How to test?

It's very simple! Just drop the blood on the bloodstone! The bloodstone will absorb the blood and emit a corresponding light.