Chapter 230: The Mystery of Bloodline (Ⅰ)

The upper limit of the power of the "High Master" is only 40 pounds.
Joan soon realized that with such a degree of strength, he couldn't catch the more manic long hair, and rushed past decisively, using his own hands to yank the hair that was about to break free.
His hair was torn by him, and Rebecca stumbled over, and Joan had to free her right arm to hug her.
As soon as Rebecca stood firm, he shyly broke free from his arms and said "Thank you" at a volume that only Joan could hear.
Joan did not have time to respond to Rebecca's thanks.
His palms were tightly bound by countless thin hairs, cut through the skin, exuded a scarlet, and tingled into the heart.
Fortunately, Major Vasa reached out in time, pressed Rebecca's forehead, and injected the power of "counter evil" into her.
Rebecca's long hair morphed from silver to black, and at the same time, she also lost her will and hung her head softly on the girl's shoulder.
When Miss Martha saw her sister return to normal, Jiu Xuan's heart finally fell to the ground, and ran to hug her sister and wept.
The scroll in George Vasa's hand was exhausted and turned into ashes, and fell through the cracks of his fingers.
He dusted the dust off his hands and turned to look at Joan with concern.
Realizing that the young mage's hand was cut by Rebecca's hair and was still bleeding, he came over to hold his hand, inspiring the professional ability "holy treatment" of the "samurai".
A soft light filled with divine magic was released from Major Vasa's fingertips and transmitted to Joan's hand. The palm wound quickly hemostasised and healed under the warm light flow, leaving no trace of scar.
Joan thanked Major Vasa.
George Vaasa let go of his hand and shook his head silently, saying that he didn't have to say these polite words.
At this time, the emotions of Sister Castis also calmed down, and Martha took her sister's hand and thanked them.
"You should help each other in the neighborhood. You don't have to thank me. Instead, you should thank Joan. If he didn't block Rebecca's long wavy hair in time, I'm afraid I couldn't finish the spell." Major Vasa Said emotionally.
Rebecca was terrified of the thrilling scene just now. After listening to Major Vassar, he quickly thanked Joan. What seemed to come to my mind again, the pale face was inexplicably two shades of shame, and it looked even more bright and moving.
"Although Rebecca's condition has been alleviated, no one can tell when it will happen again, Martha, we have to find a way to help her get rid of this strange disease completely." Major Vaasa said solemnly .
"Since Rebecca was sick for the first time when she was three years old, my mother and I tried every possible means to seek medical treatment and tried to cure her disease, but unfortunately we have not been able to find a cure."
Martha hugged her sister tightly, her eyes slightly flushed, both heartbroken and helpless.
"Mother Claire once told me that Rebecca's illness stems from hereditary inheritance. Unless you can cut off the roots that give her this strange bloodline, it will be difficult to completely eliminate the symptoms of mutation."
"Actually, I wanted to ask you, where did Rebecca's peculiar pedigree come from?"
Major Vassar's question also happened to be Joan's question. He could not help raising his ears, expecting Sister Castis to give a positive answer.
The answer to this question is likely to inspire him to explore the origin of his strange pedigree.
Miss Martha hesitated and looked down at her sister. The sisters made eye contact. Afterwards, Miss Martha finally broke the silence.
"This matter is a bit difficult to talk about. You will hide it in your heart after hearing it. Don't disclose it to outsiders."
"I swear to keep a secret!"
Vasa made a commitment to less color correction.
Joan also focused on his head, saying that he would be tight-lipped.
"Actually, the ancestors of our Castes family were originally ordinary people, and it wasn't until my father's generation that the pedigree of our pedigree changed."
Miss Martha sorted out her thoughts and then said:
"My parents grew up together and no one knows my father's past better than my mother. According to her, my father was normal from birth to marrying her, and not long after marriage, the father who served in the army went to Midgard performed his official duties during this period, and he did not know what had happened. During his return, he became very worried and often stood in front of the mirror in a daze..."
"My mother asked me what happened to my father. At first, he refused to say that he was impatient, and he revealed to his mother that he had been attacked by a gangster during the trip. The officers and soldiers in the same group were killed by the gangster. Came out, but was also seriously injured, dying."
"On the dying moment, my father dreamed of a mysterious monster that claimed to give him the power to escape death, and my father had to pay an equal price for it."
"What's the cost?" Joan couldn't help asking.
"The price is... to swear to recognize the monster as a "mother" and voluntarily become her elect."
Miss Martha's voice trembled.
"At the juncture of life and death, my father had no choice. In order to go home alive and be reunited with his wife and daughter, he could only accept the conditions of the monster..."
"After the oath, my father suddenly woke up from his dream and found that his injury had been healed. What shocked him more was that the gangsters who came to kill him all died around him. Broken, blood and broken pieces of meat piled beside him, making him feel both horrible and sick...
"My father initially thought that the monster he saw in his dream had saved himself. It was only later that he realized that the gangsters were slaughtered by himself-to be precise, it was automatically mutated into a silver weapon when he sensed the threat. Killed by her hair.""
"Like Rebecca's hair?" Major Vaasa asked tentatively.
Miss Martha nodded gently.
"The essence is the same, but according to my mother, my father's mutation characteristics are stronger than that of Rebecca, and the lethality of the hair after the mutation is stronger. The difference in power is like the slingshot to the magic crystal shotgun."
"In addition, my father can control the length of his hair as he pleases. It usually looks like ordinary short hair. With a killing intention, hundreds of thousands of hairs instantly become ten yards. The roots are sharp and tough. Fine gold, cutting an inch of thick steel plate, is like tearing a thin piece of paper, even the heavily armored heavy armor knight can't stop him from a hairline, and even after being cut off his head, he can continue to say a few words. I realized I was dead."
Joan heard his scalp tingling.
If Miss Martha's description does not have an exaggerated composition, then Sir Castis's mutated hair is too powerful.
But compared to its destructive power, Joan is more concerned about another detail.
"Miss Martha, your father can control his hair. This is the biggest difference between him and Rebecca."
"You said the key point, Joanne, my father was indeed able to completely control his hair at the beginning, and used it as a weapon to kill the enemy, but this is not entirely a good thing."
Miss Martha smiled bitterly.
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