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

Seeing that Barbara didn't answer, Eros had no choice but to continue looking at the little boy of eight or nine years old through the light shield, somewhat curious about what he would do next.

But he was a little disappointed. The little boy just stared at him with a frown and didn't do anything else.

After a long while, the little boy finally spoke: "It has a strong elf scent. It is indeed the blood of the elves, but this blood..."

At this point, the little boy hesitated, for he really didn't know how to describe it, because he found that he couldn't see through the bloodline of the student in front of him.

When he traced the source based on his bloodline, he actually saw a layer of fog in front of him.

As soon as I had the urge to go deeper into the fog to take a closer look, I felt a vague sense of fear in my heart.

It seemed as if as long as he did this, something terrible would happen.

He frowned and thought for a long time before continuing, "Boy, do you know the name of the ancestor who inherited your elven bloodline?"

Eros was a little hesitant. Should he tell about the gentle white-haired elder sister from the elf tribe?

But Barbara said at this time: "This is not the shadow world and your strange soul world."

"Once you say this here, the elf will be able to sense it and look at you."

“And if He casts His gaze upon us, it will definitely alert those people from the Nine Holy Sees. Even though they can’t see anything, it’s still not good to attract their attention.”

"Then I'll just say I don't know?"

Barbara rolled her eyes in his soul world and said:

"I just checked, and lie detection is the most basic ability of the kid in front of you."

"I can't tell you, and I can't lie, so what should I do?"

Barbara thought for a while and said, "Just say he is a sacred being that cannot be named."

"Let them guess whether it is a god or a saint, but I guess they don't dare to think about it as a god, so the answer they come up with must be wrong."

"Although it will still attract the attention of the church's top brass, at least it won't alert those traitors."

Barbara gave a sly smile when she said this.

Outside, the three people and the spirit of the weapon were looking at Eros in front of them with some curiosity as he seemed to be organizing his words.

After waiting for a while, Eros said, "The elders of my tribe once told me that it was a sacred being whose name cannot be given."

The three people and the spirit of the weapon were all horrified. What kind of existence could not be named?

The great man who is known to all cannot be named, and the saint who is on the path to greatness cannot be named either.

A saint on the road to greatness? That person is only one step away from achieving greatness!

The three deans all gasped, and the spirit of the weapon seemed to be a little confused. No wonder he couldn't see through it. So that's it.

I am just a holy vessel, but the one who gave that kid his bloodline is a saint who is on the road to greatness.

This person is much, much stronger than the saint master he had back then. It can even be said that his master back then is not worthy of being compared with him.

After thinking about this, the spirit of the holy weapon nodded gently to Eros and said, "Okay!"

After saying this, there was another flash of light and shadow, and the spirit of the weapon turned back into the ordinary small round mirror it was before.

Seeing that their reactions were exactly as Barbara had guessed and that they didn't think of the gods at all, Eros breathed a sigh of relief.

The three deans still looked a little dazed at this moment, and it was obvious that they had not yet recovered from the shock.

After a long while, the gray-robed dean said, "Since the results have been confirmed, let's go out."

After that, he turned to Eros and said, "Although you are the Son of God, you still have to take part in the next grading test, unless you want to start from the first grade like those twelve or thirteen-year-old children."

Eros nodded. He knew this because Undine had told him about it.

The grading assessment is to determine which grade you should study in according to the mysterious knowledge you have currently mastered.

After all, most of the nobles on the mysterious side have family education, so it is naturally impossible for them to learn from scratch like those children of commoners. Therefore, there is the so-called grading assessment.

Wendini is currently in the fifth grade, so I should also be in the fifth grade!

He immediately asked the gray-robed dean next to him, "Dean, how can I pass the exam and get directly into the fifth grade?"

The grey-robed dean was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Just answer 80% of the questions in the entire test correctly!"

The grey-robed dean walked while talking, and soon the door of the chapel appeared before his eyes. Outside, a crowd of people had gathered to watch the fun.

Undine breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Eros coming out safely. It seemed that he had not been discovered.

The priests who were working in the school at the front had been looking forward to it for a long time. Some of them were impatient and asked the gray-robed dean as soon as they saw him:

"Dean Como, what is the verdict? Is it true that it is the bloodline of the elves?"

The gray-robed Dean Como looked at Eros and asked in a low voice:

"Do you want me to make your identity as the Son of God known to the public?"

Eros quickly refused and said, "Just say that I am just an ordinary elf bloodline. There is no need to announce it."

What a joke! If he were to make it public, how would he keep a low profile? How would he keep a low profile? Wouldn't this go against the cautiousness of the elders in the clan?

Dean Como nodded slightly, looked at the priests who had asked questions, and nodded:

"Yes, it is indeed the bloodline of the elves. The Holy Spirit has personally confirmed it."

The crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. It was actually the blood of the elves. That was really rare. The blood of this legendary race actually appeared in the world.

At that moment, several priests who taught alchemy spoke up:

"Mr. Eros, I am willing to pay one hundred gold pounds, no, two hundred gold pounds for a small cup of your blood."

"I'll offer you two hundred and fifty!"

"I'll give you two hundred and eighty!"

Those priests who taught alchemy actually started bidding among themselves.

But Eros asked Barbara curiously: "Is the blood of the elves valuable?"

Barbara was silent for a while before she said, "To be precise, the elves are very valuable. Every part of their body can be used as alchemical material to make potions or some mysterious items."

"Back then, the elves left the continent in their entirety, partly because of this reason. Although that person is powerful, he cannot always take care of all the members of the tribe."

"There are always some humans with bad intentions who take risks, and the birth of elves is very difficult."

"Well, then wouldn't I be in danger?" Eros was a little overwhelmed. After all, it seemed that he was the only one in the entire continent who had elven blood.

Barbara said with some gloating, "Yes! After learning that you have the blood of the elves, I think many people will want to take advantage of your body."

"After all, elf blood can be used to make many life-extending potions, and life span is always what humans fear the most."