After being addicted to alchemy, the lady was kneeled down and licked by the Duke

Jergal, the god of death.

A very low-key, powerful deity that no living being can ignore, but is unwilling to mention.

Rumor has it that He lives in the Castle of Bones in the underworld and is revered as the Lord of the End of All Things.

At least in the epic poems that Li Aili has read, the God of Death, Jergod, has never stepped out of his castle of bones, let alone participated in the disputes between the gods.

In my impression, this is a very powerful but autistic god.

"Wait, what do you mean when you say something went wrong...?" Li Aili asked hesitantly.

Panticilin pondered for a moment, "They believe that the God of Death has fallen, and that his godhead has been lost."

Li Aili's eyes widened.

At this moment, the entire temple shook.

"Panticillin?"

The temple collapsed, and Li Aili was awakened by the sudden feeling of falling.

"But as a price, Panticilin told me some news about the divine world."

The tremors in the temple became more and more violent.

Li Aili felt like she was about to wake up from her dream, so she asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

The Duke relaxed his tense muscles and squeezed Li Aili's hand dissatisfied, "What? The New God is too busy? Do you need to find something for Him to do?"

Li Aili: "..."

His voice was as cold as the snowy mountains in the north that never melt all year round.

"My dear, Panticilin said that Jergal, the god of death, has fallen, and that the god of death has lost his godhead."

Panticilin kept the story short, "The thing I want to ask Madam this time is about the 'Realm Gate'."

Rumbling--

Panticilin raised his head and glanced at the crumbling temple dome, "Time is running out."

Presumably, Panticilin didn't come here just to give her an 'information gift package' in the middle of the night.

"Hoo, ho—" Li Aili sat up suddenly.

This has caused certain obstacles for me to master the 'Almighty' and go to the 'Realm Gate' to guard it. "

Li Aili rubbed her slightly sore forehead, "No, He is in some trouble and needs our help."

"In short, some people are spreading rumors in the mortal world that are not good for me.

"The specific explanation is a bit complicated..."

An arcane night light on the bedside emitted a soft orange light. Arthur, who had already woken up, took Li Aili into his arms and asked, "Is it them?"

Li Aili: "..."

Only then did Li Aili react and quickly hugged her lover back, whispering to comfort her: "No, don't be nervous, it's Panticillin."

The Duke leaned against the head of the bed, half of his face was shrouded in shadow, and his eyes could not be seen clearly at this moment.

"Also, Destiny is crazy."

"My dear," Arthur began, "we will discuss this topic tomorrow morning."

Li Aili was indeed very sleepy. She yawned and got back into bed.

Arthur turned off the night light and waited until the breathing around him became longer before gently lifting the quilt and getting out of bed.

The Duke walked out of the bedroom with a cold face, and a few steps behind him appeared the butler who hurriedly put on the deacon's uniform.

The old housekeeper got up in a hurry. It was rare that his appearance was not perfect.

"Your Highness." Conrad followed Arthur one step behind.

The shadow under the Duke's feet twisted and expanded crazily, as if the shadow demon hiding in the shadow was scrambling to escape.

Conard glanced at the crazily twisting 'Shadow', and the last trace of sleepiness disappeared from his eyes.

Entering the study, the Duke sat at the desk.

Conrad stood aside and waited for instructions.

About a minute later, the Duke took out a key and said, "Conrad, go to the warehouse and get 'that'."

Conrad's eyes turned into demonic vertical pupils for a moment, but he quickly lowered his head and reached out to take the ancient key.

The underground of the Emerald Castle is used as a warehouse.

The innermost rooms of Li Aili are used by the Duke to store his private collection.

Among them, the innermost room only contained one item.

It was this room whose key was not in Conard's possession.

The old housekeeper walked to the door of the innermost room and stood there in a daze for a rare minute.

Then, he slowly inserted the golden key in his hand into the door lock, and with a click, the door opened.

The spacious room is empty because there is only one item placed here - the genealogy scroll of the Holy Dragon family.

The old housekeeper stretched out his slightly trembling hand and picked up the family tree that had been covered in dust for thousands of years...

Conard returned to his study.

The Duke leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes, as if a sharp sword was about to be unsheathed.

"Your Highness." Conrad put the things down.

The dragon-like nictitating membrane opened, revealing clear blue eyes.

He stretched out his hand, untied the ribbon tied to the ancient family tree, and unfolded the scroll filled with the glory and sorrow of the Holy Dragon family little by little.

The scroll shows a large tree, but all its branches are withered.

At the tip of each withered branch is a withered fruit.

There are names written under these withered fruits.

【Victor Holy Dragon】

【Gianluca Holy Dragon】

【Mixiore Holy Dragon】

……

Then - at the end of the scroll, this old tree has only one branch with green leaves and half a shiny fruit on it.

It is said to be half a fruit because the other half of the fruit is withered.

The name under this fruit is 'Arthur Holy Dragon'.

There are two shriveled fruits next to this fruit. One has 'Albert Holy Dragon' written underneath, and the other has 'Anniana Holy Dragon' written on it.

Seeing Aniana's shriveled fruit, Arthur closed his eyes.

The old housekeeper couldn't hide his surprise, but it soon turned into indifference.

He really couldn't feel positive emotions towards the owner of this name.

The Duke closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, his eyes turned into bright red vertical pupils.

"Put it back where it belongs." His voice was filled with suppressed anger.

So much so that Conrad had to look worriedly at the Duke's chest, fearing that the heart of the platinum dragon would create dragon breath and cause His Highness to spit it out from his mouth...

Conrad quickly rolled up the genealogy of the Holy Dragon family and left the study.

As soon as Conrad left, the Duke immediately took out the communication crystal for communication.

The crystal cast a light and shadow, and the blond Albert slowly raised his head, just like he did a thousand years ago, making harmless jokes with his blood brothers.

"Oh, Arthur, my dear brother. You actually thought of contacting me. This is really new."

Arthur stared at Albert's face gloomily and asked word by word: "What did you do to Aniana?"

Albert calmly held the quill and wrote the instructions to his subordinates in a "swish" manner.

Then these instructions were taken away by the necromancer standing beside the desk and sent to each awakened undead monarch.

"I didn't do anything. I just sent her to where she should have been a long time ago."

After signing the new scroll, Albert raised his eyes and said in a voice so calm that it was almost cold: "Arthur, she owes her father and mother an apology."

The veins on Arthur's forehead jumped.

As if to suppress his anger, he closed his eyes, and the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Albert, that is the only remaining bloodline of the Holy Dragon."

Albert looked at Arthur without any emotion and said calmly: "No, you are the only one left in this world with the blood of the Holy Dragon since 1000 years ago."