Linley, Emperor Johann, and the others were all puzzled. Who in the world was this mysterious white-haired old man? Even the number one Saint-level expert, Haydson, was incredibly deferential to him.
“Could it be the War God?” Linley secretly wondered.
Most likely, only a Deity could make Haydson be this deferential. And clearly, both Castro and Lanke recognized this person as well. He was most likely the War God.
“Add a chair.” Housekeeper Hiri instructed a nearby servant.
Linley took a step forward. Smiling, he said, “Sir, we two brothers feel extremely honored to have you attend my younger brother’s engagement ceremony. Might I know your name, sir?”
“Me?” The white-haired old man glanced smilingly at Linley. “My name is Hodan [Huo’dan].”
“Hodan?” Linley quickly combed through his memory, but he definitely didn’t recall an expert by the name of Hodan.
“Linley, no need to ask anything else. It is wonderful that Lord Hodan is able to attend today. Let’s all sit down first.” The Monolithic Sword Saint, Haydson, said with a laugh.
Although Linley and Emperor Johann and the others were mystified, they all sat down.
“Milord, let us offer you a toast, milord.” Castro and Lanke both raised their cups.
Milord?
A few things suddenly came to Linley’s awareness.
First of all, most likely only a Deity was capable of making a Saint-level expert address them as ‘milord’. At the same time…if Castro and Lanke addressed him as ‘milord’ and not as ‘Master’, then this person was most likely not the War God.
The continent had five prominent Deities. Linley had already met Dylin and Cesar, while he had yet to meet the High Priest, the War God, and the King of the Forest of Darkness. The white-haired old man should therefore be one of those three.
He was now certain that this man was not the War God.
So this person should be either the High Priest or the King of the Forest of Darkness.
“However, it has been countless years since those two Deities showed themselves. How could Haydson, Castro, and Lanke all recognize him?” Linley refused to believe it.
A Deity-level expert didn’t make appearances so easily.
“Linley.” The white-haired old man named ‘Hodan’ raised his cup. “Come, let us toast each other.”
Linley hurriedly raised his cup.
“When I see you, Linley, I think about the past affairs of your Baruch clan and those several Dragonblood Warriors. Haha…unexpectedly, several thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.” Hodan laughed merrily.
These words caused Linley’s heart to twitch, hard.
“Those several Dragonblood Warriors of the Baruch clan? Thousands of years ago?” Linley looked at Hodan with confusion.
In his own clan’s history books, there had been three generations of Dragonblood Warriors, but later on a thousand years would pass between each generation of Dragonblood Warriors.
But this Hodan was saying that thousands of years ago, he had met several Dragonblood Warriors?
“I didn’t know that Elder Hodan knew the ancestors of my clan.” Linley laughed.
“Of course. Your clan leader, Baruch, really is a formidable fellow.” Hodan said with feeling. “But your Baruch clan has really decayed. In the past, when you had dozens of Dragonblood Warriors, who would dare offend you? Such a pity, such a pity…”
Linley stared.
“Dozens of Dragonblood Warriors?” Linley and Wharton both looked at Hodan in shock.
“What, is that surprising?” Hodan looked at Linley and Wharton.
Haydson hurriedly said, “Milord, it would be best if you discuss this somewhere else. There are too many people here.” It was best if they didn’t reveal these secrets to the ordinary nobles.
“It is fine. Only the people at this table can hear us. As for the people outside of it, no matter how loudly we speak, they won’t be able to overhear anything.” Hodan chortled.
There were eight people at this table. Aside from Wharton, Emperor Johann, and Monroe Dawson, the others all possessed at least Saint-level power, with the white-haired old man’s power being immeasurably deeper.
“Dozens of Dragonblood Warriors?”
Linley and Wharton could hardly dare to believe it.
Their ancestral records were very clear; the first three generations of their clan produced three Dragonblood Warriors, after which a thousand years would pass between Dragonblood Warriors. In total, there had been only five. How could there have been dozens of Dragonblood Warriors a few thousand years back?”
“The Four Supreme Warrior clans…alas. All have decayed to a sorry state. In the past, the Four Supreme Warrior clans were quite glorious.” Hodan said with emotion.
Linley suddenly thought of something.
He remembered how in the ‘Secret Dragonblood Manual’, there were instructions on the second way by which one could become a Dragonblood Warrior; drinking live dragon’s blood. But based on that manual, all three Dragonblood Warriors were natural-born Dragonblood Warriors.