son-in-law of blood

Chapter 22 The Basic Cultivation of Nobles

"who?"

After the convoy from afar stopped, a questioning voice came over with a bad tone, followed by the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed.

"How is it? How is their cultivation?" Seeing the convoy parked not far away, Helen asked softly.

"It's nothing powerful. It should be an ordinary merchant convoy. Judging from the direction they came from, it should be from Bito City." Hepburn replied in a deep voice.

"That's fine, we can find a way to sneak in, otherwise the two of us have too obvious goals to act." After pondering for a moment, Hellen motioned for Hepburn to hold his arm, and the two walked forward together.

"I'm sorry, everyone. This is the eldest son of the Urs family, Xi Lun, and this is my wife. We were going home with the family's convoy, but we encountered robbers on the way, and we were separated from the convoy..." When they were a few steps away from the convoy, the two stopped, and Hellen said loudly.

The leader of the convoy was a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s. He seemed to have experienced a lot of hardships, but the long sword in his hand was still full of deterrence.

After hearing Hellen's voice and noticing the obviously pregnant woman next to Hellen, the middle-aged man put away his long sword and said softly, "Dear Your Excellency, my name is Truman, and I am a servant. Soldiers!"

After Truman's voice fell to the ground, a golden light flashed in Hellen's eyes:
【Name: Truman Dante】

【Race: Human】

[Identity: Mercenary]

【Status: Normal】

[Occupation: Level 10 Civilian/Level 7 Warrior (Tier [-])]

【属性：力量40、耐力68、敏捷25、体质30、智力20、魅力10。】

"A mercenary..."

Seeing this, Hellen was slightly relieved. Mercenaries are a common job in the Gods Continent. Generally speaking, people who work as mercenaries would not take the initiative to cause trouble. Feel free to shoot.

As for why Truman was so polite to Hearon, of course it was because of Hearen's self-introduction just now.Just now Hellen said that he is the eldest son of a certain family. Only nobles would use this way of addressing. Although Truman didn't know what kind of Urs family this was, it did not prevent him from judging Hellen's identity.

Yes, as mentioned earlier, for a stranger, appearance is always the most powerful and direct weapon.Once Hellen and Hepburn go there, no one will doubt their aristocratic status. In this era when most people can't even eat enough, a man and a woman with outstanding looks like Hellen and Hepburn are not nobles. Who would it be?
With a gentle yet arrogant smile on Hellen's face, he said softly:

(Skill: Negotiation)

"You are too polite. I wonder if you have any extra carriages. I hope to buy one from you. After all, my wife is pregnant and it is really inconvenient to move!"

There was a trace of understanding on Truman's face, "Of course, if you don't dislike it, why not act with us, we are going to escort the caravan to Kenshen, the capital of Dolin Province, I don't know the two of you..."

Seeing that the aristocratic couple in front of him had no malice, Truman expressed his affection. After all, for ordinary people, it is a great honor to have a relationship with an aristocrat.

Hellen pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze to Hepburn, Hepburn tilted his head and whispered a few times in Hellen's ear, and Helen nodded thoughtfully after a while.

"Then thank you very much, this is my little thought, please don't refuse." After finishing speaking, Hellen took out a Gold Rank from his body and handed it to Truman.

Seeing this, Truman strengthened his conjecture in his heart. It was just a gold rank, and it must be an aristocrat with such a big shot.

Truman was flattered to take Jin Langke, gave a few instructions behind him, and vacated an empty carriage.

Hearon nodded slightly when he saw this, and in the eyes of the crowd who were either in awe of the identities of the two of them, or were stunned by Hepburn's appearance, he helped the "Madame" who was "pregnant" and entered the carriage.

Soon, the group went on the road again.

In the carriage, Helen sniffed the elegant fragrance of Hepburn, and the old god was watching the scenery passing by outside the window.

"Give!"

Hepburn took out the dragon egg and threw it directly to Hellen.

Hearon hurriedly reached out to catch it, feeling the remaining temperature on it, gave Hepburn a leery look, and gently stroked it a few times with viciousness.

Hepburn was extremely ashamed and angry, but after all, the occasion was inconvenient, and she couldn't do it directly, so she could only curse Helen secretly in her heart.

"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore, you just said that there is a branch of the [Educated Scholar's Guild] in Kenshen City, aren't you lying to me?" Hellen said seriously.

Hepburn gave Helen a white look, and said: "I don't have time to tease you, Kenshen not only has a branch of [Educated Scholar's Guild], but also the largest branch of the Stewie Empire, as long as you don't be too bad, It's a breeze to pass the test there. And..."

Noticing Hepburn's hesitation, Hellen's heart moved, and he took the words: "And what? By the way, you have never told me your background after getting along for so long, and you asked me to complete the three One thing, besides sucking my blood every day, what about the rest? Anyway, if you have time, just tell me."

Hepburn pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time. With a wave of her slender hand, a faint blood-colored mist lingered in the carriage. Hellen felt the surroundings suddenly quiet down, and knew that this was Hepburn's means to prevent being overheard.

As if realizing the importance of what Hepburn was about to say, Hellen also put away his usual joking and disrespectful attitude, quietly waiting for Hepburn to speak.

"I am the eldest daughter of the blood master of this generation of blood, that is, the princess of the blood as you heard Daniel say." Hepburn began to narrate.

"Eldest daughter? Then you mean..." Hellen said something in his words.

"That's right, that's what you think. I also have a younger sister named Hera!" Hepburn sighed softly, and her tone was a little sad when she mentioned her sister's name.

Hearing this, Xieren roughly guessed what was going on. If his prediction was correct, he must be playing some bloody plot of fighting for the heir to the throne and fighting brothers.

"So you have fallen to this point because your sister wanted to kill you to take the throne? Sigh... for the sake of the throne, sisters killed each other, ignoring family affection. I can understand how you feel."

Hellen sighed to himself, but didn't notice Hepburn's increasingly weird expression.

"What sisters fighting each other? What competition for the throne? What nonsense are you talking about? I have a good relationship with my sister? Why are you so crazy?" Hepburn looked puzzled.

"Ehhh? What's going on, little girl? Why is the plot going a bit wrong?" Xillen was stunned.

Hepburn gave Helen an angry look, "Don't be smart there, listen to me carefully..."

(End of this chapter)