Rakshasa Pride

The sound of ferns rang out, and instantly, voices of agreement echoed from inside the tent.

"It seems there is such a thing!"

"I heard that too."

"Speaking of which... is that guy who was chatting with the Furnace Fire just now gone?!"

A group of people were talking all at once, which made the notary frown slightly.

"Someone mentioned Rakshasa to Shuo? Then Shuo was attacked, and at the same time, someone cast some kind of manipulative Witchcraft..."

"And... the guy who mentioned Rakshasa has disappeared?"

Seeing the notary's attentive expression, Fern couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

"They've taken the bait!"

This is exactly the effect Fern wanted, and it's the "deception" she wove!

There's no need to lie intentionally; simply piecing together seemingly unrelated events can mislead the notary into arriving at the answer Fern desires.

Especially for those straightforward, shrewd people from the Blood Country, it's almost self-evident what conclusion they'll draw after seeing these conditions.

Sure enough, the notary then gave the reasoning that Fern had expected.

"A Rakshasa has infiltrated—it seems they've disguised themselves Human Race!"

"That guy who mentioned Rakshasa to the Furnace Fire is probably that Rakshasa... or rather, he's that Rakshasa's accomplice."

Even though it was Fern who led the other person to this conclusion, she still pretended to be surprised and asked.

"What is their purpose in doing this...? Since they infiltrated under a disguise, why not keep up the disguise?"

"The goal is to create panic and chaos," the Bloodlust notary said solemnly. "The Rakshasa are a race that disappeared a thousand years ago, but don't forget, before they disappeared, they were the rulers of this world!"

"His return to infiltrate the Glory Festival now is to announce the return of Rakshasa in a high-profile manner—therefore, he will probably need to build momentum continuously until the time is right before his official appearance."

Fern nodded slightly upon hearing the notary's words.

"I see!"

This analysis was within Fern's expectations—after all, she had already asked Moro, and this was exactly what he meant by "motive."

A clever scam is often nine parts truth and one part falsehood!

The motives and events were real, but the final conclusion deviated from the truth.

Just like now, the surviving Player and NPCs around him all have a very positive impression of him.

Moro, the true Rakshasa, only managed to keep his identity a secret through his own efforts.

This way, one can gain some attention without being at the center of the conflict, and most importantly, maintain good relations with both the powerful figures of "the notary" and "Moro".

The essence of fraud lies in deceiving both sides!

Not to mention...

We might even be able to get more information about the Rakshasa from this notary.

Just as Fern was pondering this, the notary spoke again.

"And... I'm afraid it's not just that!"

"That's not all?"

Fern feigned surprise and asked again.

There was actually an unexpected bonus!

"Yes, if the Rakshasa chose the Glory Festival," the notary said after a moment of contemplation, "There's probably also an attempt to awaken the 'Ancestral Bloodline'!"

"The Glory Festival has been going on for a thousand years. This Festival is an ancient tradition of the Blood Country inherited by the Blood Luo and the Barbarians—it already existed when this kingdom was still controlled by the Glory Festival."

"According to the secret records within our tribe, in the Glory Festival of that year, the victorious Rakshasa not only gained glory and status, but the winner could even use a certain ritual to make the Rakshasa Bloodline within them purer and awaken the 'Ancestral Bloodline'."

As Xue Luo spoke seriously, Jue was even more surprised—this time it wasn't an act.

"So 'Moro' had this consideration in mind!"

She felt that the Rakshasa and she had been hiding something from each other.

At that moment, Fern heard Moro speak again in a low voice beside her.

"Indeed, this is a very secretive ritual, but you still don't know enough... In the oldest Glory Festival, not only Festival participated, but also various other races."

"Because that ritual can not only help Rakshasa increase the concentration of Bloodline in their bodies and obtain the enhancement of Ancestral Bloodline, but it can also bestow Rakshasa Blood upon other races, allowing them to obtain the power that originally belonged to Rakshasa."

"This is also the reason why your Blood Luo clan claims to be related to the Rakshasa," Moro said calmly. "Rather than being relatives, it's more accurate to say that your Blood Rakshasa Clan's ancestor was a rare alien who won the Glory Festival at that time!"

"It's less about kinship and more about someone who was bestowed this honor upon himself!"

"I just don't know if your current Blood Rakshasa Clan still has any inheritance or records of this glory."

Moro's tone was calm yet carried a hint of arrogance, leaving the notary somewhat doubtful.

"What nonsense are you spouting... You're clearly just Human Race, how could you possibly know so many secrets about the Glory Festival?"

He seemed to be hearing Moro's words for the first time, and subconsciously expressed his doubts about those utterly "heretical" ideas.

But it is precisely this questioning that reveals that even this notary has wavered.

The fern keenly noticed this.

Not only the fern, but after a moment, the others also sensed something different in the notary's intense reaction.

Sure enough, not long after, the notary also began to ponder and speak.

"Even if it's fabricated, the level of detail is so convincing that you couldn't possibly be Human Race, unless... you're not Human Race at all."

"Moro, Moro, this name sounds more like a name that someone from our Blood Luo clan would choose than Human Race's."

"But you are not Blood Luo..."

Thinking of this, the notary gripped the Bone Staff tightly.

"There is indeed an excessively powerful contestant who shouldn't exist in this Festival. During my patrol, I saw a corpse with a very unusual manner of death, repeatedly torn apart by people. It certainly matches the legendary Rakshasa form."

"Therefore, you are a Rakshasa... and you can only be a Rakshasa!"

The notary looked at Moro, his posture becoming extremely vigilant.

Moro stood up. "What an interesting accusation. If I were a Rakshasa, would I be standing here and not leaving?"

"Although it has been a thousand years since we last met, I still know a little about the Rakshasa," Blood Rakshasa, holding Bone Staff, said calmly, having accepted everything. "Blood Rakshasa are descended from the Rakshasa, whether by kinship or acquired Bloodline ... Spiritually, we share common ground with the Rakshasa clan."

"The Blood Rakshasas are the proudest race in the Black Marsh World today—as overlords for a thousand years, I suspect they are even more powerful than us."

"So... if you're not a Rakshasa, you just need to tell me."

Is it really that simple?

As expected, the people of the Black Marsh World are all easy fools!

Upon hearing the notary's words, Fern couldn't help but mentally complain again.

But...

That's why Fern was already mentally prepared.

Because Moro is also a fool from the Black Marsh World!

He didn't even change his name.

Just as Fern had expected, Moro merely glanced at her, a fleeting look of apology in his eyes, and Moro a slight nod of respect before turning back to the haughty notary.

"Come on, Blood Luo—I also want to try. What level can the descendant of the warrior who obtained a trace of Bloodline power achieve now?"