What! Our family is actually the descendant of the evil god?.

Not long after, several elders walked in from the door at the back side of the temple.

One of them was holding a booklet with a jet-black cover respectfully in his hand.

He walked in front of Eros, with a serious expression and a respectful tone: "Please, Master Spirit of the Weapon, cover up the fate of our ancestors and descendants."

As the words fell, the pitch-black booklet held in the palm of his hand suddenly flew up into the air.

It flew directly in front of Eros and opened the book. Pages of paper turned automatically without wind, and it turned to a blank page.

Eros looked at the page. There were already many names written on it, including his father and Estelle's real names.

But what confused him was that the surnames of all the names above were not "North" but "Night", and there was no pen, so how could he write the names?

As if seeing his confusion, the elder began to explain: "Since we are planning to change our appearance and hide, we naturally cannot use our previous surname anymore."

"North is the surname our ancestors took back then, but our real surname is still Ye. As for how to record it, just press your finger on it and say your real name."

Eros suddenly realized what he was told and soon a name appeared clearly on the blank space of the page: Eros. Lenka. Ye.

Just as Eros was about to withdraw his hand, a black light suddenly shot out from the pages of the book and directly penetrated into Eros' mind.

The people around seemed to be accustomed to this scene and did not show any surprise.

And Eros felt that after the black light entered his mind, a voice kept playing in his mind in a loop.

Make yourself loyal to your family, loyal to your bloodline, and loyal to the Goddess of Night. Never disobey, never slack off, and never forget.

The voice continued to echo in his mind, gradually penetrating into the depths of his soul, as if trying to forcibly imprint these words into his soul.

Just at this moment, the solemn and mysterious statue of the ancestor above the hall shook slightly.

Then, a beam of black light also shot out from the eyes of the statue and went straight into Eros' mind, shattering the whisper that was constantly playing in a loop.

It happened so incredibly fast that no one realized what was happening.

After the voice faded away, Eros felt his soul relax, and then he could no longer hold on and fainted.

And the last thought before he fainted was that there was a reason why the Goddess of Night was called the Evil God.

This method of forced brainwashing does not seem like something a good god would do.

Seeing Eros fainted, the originally opened Book of Night slowly closed and fell back into the palm of the elder.

The others looked at Eros, who was now in Estelle's arms, and felt a little strange.

There has never been a case of fainting while concealing one's fate before.

But after checking the vital signs and finding that they were fine, they were relieved, thinking that this was probably caused by the soul being too tired.

After all, it is normal for the soul to feel tired after experiencing such a long period of blood baptism.

Estelle supported Eros and whispered to the elders of the tribe:

"Now that everything is over, I will take Eros out and let him have some rest."

Naturally, no one would refuse this request. One of them said:

"Go! Go! Let the child have a good rest. He has worked hard today."

"As for us, we still need to discuss how to teach this child in the future. How terrifying it must be to have a talent that can be watched by a great being and baptized personally. The day when our race will rise is not far away."

On this day, servants in the Duke's mansion all received a reward for an inexplicable reason. It was said that the Duke was also very happy today.

Great God, may the generous Duke be so happy every day.

It was unknown how long it had been before Eros slowly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar gray mist in front of him.

He was slightly startled. Wasn't the baptism already over? Why was he here again?

Then, a tentacle stretched out from behind Eros' neck and turned so that the eye at the top of the tentacle was facing him. Eros shuddered with fear and his heart almost stopped.

He jumped up and ran away, not daring to look back, for fear that he would see the huge eyeball covered with tentacles.

What the hell is going on? How did the tentacles of that big-eyed tentacle monster appear here?

He was screaming like crazy inside, and when he got to the back he really couldn't run any further.

So he turned his head to see if the tentacle was still behind him, and then he saw that the tentacle was a small section that grew out of thin air, not the huge body he had seen before.

But even so, it's still scary. Even if it's only a small section, it's still as thick as an arm and several times as long as his height.

Eros held his knees with his hands, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on the tentacle. Seeing the current situation, he couldn't escape.

He also knew that this ghost thing was not something he could deal with at the moment. After all, it was something that could confront gods, so it was definitely not a weakling.

Even if it was just one of His tentacle, it was far beyond the ability of someone like me who had just come into contact with the mysterious world to deal with.

But the rabbit is anxious and will bite people. Now I can't run away, so I might as well fight to the death, kill him, and splatter blood on his face.

He stared at the tentacle intently, and the tentacle also raised the eyeball on the top and stared at him. The two sides were in a stalemate and the atmosphere gradually became silent.

Finally, Eros couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily: "If you want to do it, do it quickly."

The tentacle on the opposite side tilted its eyes, conveying a confused emotion.

And this emotion was also sensed by Eros. Damn it, how did he sense that a tentacle was expressing doubt?

He was also a little confused, but he could indeed sense the emotions expressed by the tentacle.

After a long time, the tentacle still did not move, just staring straight at it. Eros then cautiously whispered:

"You're not here to kill me?"

Then, as expected, he sensed the emotion expressed by the tentacle, and now the emotion expressed by the tentacle was curiosity.

Although he was still a little wary, he sensed that the tentacle did not seem to have any killing intent towards him, but was just curious.

His heart, which had been hanging in the air, was finally at ease, and he immediately collapsed to the ground.