"Bodman's blood?"

Luther was stunned for a moment. Was there the so-called "Bodman blood" hidden in the Pompeii family? Then Luther became happy.

Change is good.

This really could be a golden finger, but it is very likely that not everyone can use this golden finger. One must possess the so-called "Bodman Blood" to effect the change.

"Bodman is one of the twelve disciples of the Sage." Sun Face glanced at Luther with a look of disdain, and muttered, "I didn't expect that the one who opened my eyes would be the descendant of that fellow Bodman, the coward and crybaby among the twelve disciples."

"Uh, I didn't expect my ancestors to be so useless? Cowardly and crybaby?" Luther's expression was a little embarrassed, but never mind.

At least my bloodline seems to be noble enough to open the Book of Sages.

The Twelve Disciples. Although Luther didn’t know who the sages were and who the twelve disciples were, and what they had done, he still felt their influence.

It's very high-end.

Pompeii.

Who says that Pompeii is the lower class of the nobility, the Knight Lord? We have noble blood from the ancient Boardmen, and our bloodline is higher than that of the current King of Prussia.

However, Luther did not live long, because this is also a guess. It is guessed that the sage was active at an age even older than the time when the ancestors of the first King of Prussia, Michel, were active.

But bloodline is the most useless.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang said, "Emperors, generals and ministers, are they of different species?"

The Zhou emperor was deposed, and Qin III was killed.

It’s better for us to talk about the actual situation.

Then Luther's thoughts returned to the present, and he asked the Sun Face with a happy face: "Excuse me, who are the Sages and who are the Twelve Apostles?"

"I don't want to say this to the descendants of that coward Bodman." The Book of Sages made a disgusted expression.

Luther really wanted to strangle this book if he could.

Suppressing the impulse in his heart, Luther asked with a fake smile: "Then may I ask, Master Sage's Book, what is your role? You were not created just to despise Bodman, right?"

"The sage left behind three great treasures, namely the sage's sword, the sage's armor, and the sage's book. The sage's sword, the sage's armor represents combat power, and I represent inheritance."

The Book of Sages showed a look of pride, and even had a bit of contempt for the other two treasures.

Luther was skeptical of the Sage's Book, which he despised. But for this old man, Sun Face was very proud, no, it should be the arrogant Sage's Book.

Luther thought it would be better not to voice his doubts.

What if this old man turns his face and refuses to give him the golden finger? "Excuse me, old man of the Book of Sages, what inheritance do you represent?" Luther put aside his pride, lowered his head and called Sun Face "old man".

A book.

Once I empty the contents of your stomach, I'll crush you.

A book pretends to be a big shot.

It's really unpleasant for us humans.

"Respect me, worship me. I am the Book of Sages, leading you to the pinnacle of knighthood. I am your god and your guide."

The Book of Sages says.

Luther's face twitched, but in the end he was too shy to actually kneel down and worship, as it would have been too hurtful to human self-esteem.

"Then Mr. Book of Sages, please give me some advice." Luther said humbly.

"Your qualifications are very poor, worthy of being a descendant of Bodman. Your physical strength is poorly developed, and your fighting spirit is also superficial. In short, you are useless. If I meet a better candidate at this time, I will abandon you."

The man with the sun face has a very poisonous mouth.

Luther was even more ashamed. I knew that my qualifications were not good, but I didn't expect them to be so bad.

"Please be sure to give me some guidance." Luther simply lowered his head and acted like a student.

"Let me test you first. Do you know the seven kinds of fighting spirit of knights?" asked the Book of Sages.

"Earth, thunder, ice, fire, water, wind, darkness, and holy light." Luther replied.

This is basic knowledge of knighthood, and Luther knew it when he was eight years old.

"Very good." The Sage Book showed a satisfied expression. Then, he said in a simple and vicissitudes of life tone: "In the distant past, magic beasts and various monsters were rampant. Humanity was in the Dark Ages. The Sage discovered seven kinds of power and trained them to become the Seven Knights. He recruited twelve talented young men from the human race and inherited the power of the knights. In the end, in the hands of magic beasts and monsters, he led humanity to rise."

Sun Face played a guest role as a history teacher and explained some history. Then he said to Luther: "The fighting spirit you have is the fighting spirit of the earth, which fits your body very well. After all, it is the blood of Bodman, who was an earth knight. So the fighting spirit path you took is not wrong in essence. Your fighting spirit secret technique doesn't seem to have any big problems, but there is a little bit of inappropriateness, which makes your fighting spirit empty. As for your body, it reminds me of a word."

Sun Face paused deliberately, then said venomously: "Sissy."

Luther finally couldn't help it, a murderous smile appeared on his face, and then he picked up the damn sun-faced old man.

“Pah, pah, pah!”

Luther threw the Sun's Face to the ground and stomped on it three times with his feet before he showed a look of satisfaction.

"How dare you humiliate me." The man with the sun face seemed to be stunned for a moment. He never expected Luther to do this, and then he became furious.

"Don't think of yourself as a real boss. You have been in the Barton family for a long time, perhaps hundreds of years. Before the Barton family, you may have been buried for hundreds or even thousands of years. My ancestors may be cowards in your eyes, but my ancestors' blood can awaken you. If your attitude is better, we can cooperate well. If your attitude is still so bad, I will bury you in the toilet and let you sleep for tens of thousands of years."

Luther said viciously.

It's just bluffing.

Luther would never bury a treasure like the Sage's Book in the toilet. This is our golden finger. If there is no other way, we must worship it even if we have to lick its flesh and blood.

But before we start to lick his boots, let's scare him first and try to gain some status for ourselves.

Otherwise it would be too sad.

Sun Face's furious expression immediately revealed a hint of fear. Although it was fleeting, Luther still caught it.

Luther smiled wickedly and said, That's possible.

(End of this chapter)