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Ruger stared at Andorra, secretly alert in his heart. He understood that every word said by the new second prince was full of deep meaning. The family background of the new master was a fatal weakness. The best solution was to eliminate this potential threat.

However, if Andorra really made such a decision, a terrible thought emerged in Ruger's mind. Did he really want to go to the desperate situation of "dying together" with this new Second Prince?

"Let's go. We still have a lot of things to do next. On the way back, please introduce me to what kind of person I am." Andor tugged at his clothes, turned and left, his tone revealing unquestionable firmness.

"Yes, Your Highness!" Ruger had no courage. He also wanted to live, not only for himself, but also for his family, his lover, and his children...

After a few days, Andor gradually adapted to his new identity. Under the guidance of Ruger, he continued to learn and adapt, showing extraordinary learning talent.

Whether in magic, sword skills, or textual knowledge, the new Second Prince is far superior to the past Andor, and there is almost no comparison between the two.

Although Ruger considered himself a genius, even he had to admit that his talent was far inferior to Andorra's.

At this moment, Ruger looked at Andor who had just finished practicing the Royal Swordsmanship of the Dawn Empire, walked to him silently, handed him a towel, and exclaimed: "You really surprise me, Your Highness. Your wisdom, talent, and physical fitness are something I have never seen before."

Andor took the towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat on the wooden stake, and said calmly: "After all, I am actually racing against death, and I need to fully integrate into this identity before returning to the palace."

Luger couldn't help but interrupt: "But Your Highness, we still have the most difficult hurdle ahead of us."

Andor nodded "I know...I've figured out a way."

The royal family of the Dawn Empire has the blood of gods flowing in their veins. The founding ancestor was the previous God of Light. Although he has fallen, the blood of gods still remains in his descendants.

In the royal ceremonies of the Dawn Empire, blood identification will be carried out, and resources will be allocated according to the concentration of divine blood in the body. The thicker the divine blood, the more resources and attention one will receive.

The reason why the third prince Arthur was designated as king at birth was because his body was almost entirely made up of divine blood, with only a trace of mortal blood.

Therefore, Arthur is the one who has the greatest hope of becoming a god, and to become a true god, faith is essential, and the king naturally has countless faiths.

However, Andor does not have divine blood in his body, which makes him face the biggest challenge: how to obtain divine blood. Divine blood is not easy to obtain, one must be a descendant of the gods, and on the continent of Aize, there are very few descendants of gods, and most gods are selfless.

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?" Ruger couldn't help asking. Andor stared at a document in his hand and said slowly: "I only have one way, that is to perform a blood exchange deprivation ceremony."

"But the blood transfusion deprivation ceremony is..." Ruger frowned, feeling uneasy.

"It's a cult's method, right? It doesn't matter. As long as I can use it, as long as I can continue to struggle to survive, who cares whether it is a cult or not?" Andor's words revealed cold determination.

At this moment, crisp applause rang out from the shadows behind him.

"Your Highness is right."

Ruger's heart suddenly sank, and cold sweat broke out. He realized that there was someone hiding beside him that he had not noticed, and he immediately drew his sword and rushed to Andor's side, ready to defend himself.

Andorra raised his hand and signaled him to relax: "Don't be nervous, we are one of us."

A man in a black robe and a distorted mask walked out of the shadows, holding a black staff in his hand. When Ruger saw the necklace symbol hanging around the other person's neck, his pupils suddenly contracted: "Damn it, the Ancient God Cult?!"

He was shocked and couldn't believe that Andor was involved with members of the cult right under his nose. How did he do it?

"You bewitched the Second Prince?!" Ruge said coldly as he stood in front of Andorre.

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong. It wasn't us who bewitched the Second Prince, but your Second Prince who bewitched us. We are sincerely willing to help the Second Prince. To be precise, it is the great existence behind us who is willing to help the Second Prince."

The people of the Ancient God Cult knelt respectfully in front of Andorra, prostrating themselves, offering their utmost loyalty to him. "We are willing to help His Highness Andorra accomplish his great cause."

"Why!" Ruger was a little bit unbelievable. He was well aware of the horror of the Ancient God Cult. He couldn't understand why such a crazy organization was willing to submit to his new master. He could see that this person was an elder of the Ancient God Cult, and the one with the highest status.

"Because he has a heart as great as the Lord's! We respect him, worship him, and love him!"

"Okay, I don't want to listen to this nonsense. I just want to ask, have you found a suitable target?" Andor walked to the side of the Ancient God Cult elder and asked in a cold voice.

"Oh, of course, of course, we have found the target. Although the blood exchange ceremony requires a large number of people with divine blood to be sacrificed, don't worry, we will prepare everything for Your Highness."

"Your Highness, the blood exchange and deprivation ritual is very dangerous, and the mixing of blood between descendants of different gods may cause big problems!" Ruger knew that the cooperation between the Second Highness and the Ancient God Cult was inevitable and could not be stopped. He could only persuade them from the side. They could use other safe methods, such as...

For example, what? Ruger himself couldn't answer.

"I know you're worried, but don't worry, we can just use the bloodline of a descendant of a god!"

Ruger couldn't help but say, "How can there be so many people with divine blood..."

"Of course there is, Lord Knight, don't you know? There is a being among the gods who is keen on "ploughing the land and sowing seeds." The elder of the Ancient God Cult laughed.

Luger understood, and Andor directly gave the answer, "Descendant of the God of War."

There are quite a lot of descendants of the God of War on the continent of Azer. These descendants are spread all over the continent of Azer. There are enough of them, and none of them have any particularly strong influence.

Andorra threw down the documents in his hand. A gust of wind happened to blow the documents on the ground, and the papers rustled. Finally, he turned to the page with information about the Leo family, revealing a photo at the top. In the photo was a handsome boy who looked like he had walked out of the divine world in a painting, with the boy's name written below.

Leo Merlin.