"Brother Artevans, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Atfans, who had put his hand on the scroll, Roart seemed startled.

Atfans ignored Roat, he just gently stroked the totem on the scroll. The light on the scroll became more and more intense, and Artevans felt as if this light was pouring into his mind.

"Remember, your own identity......

Atvance's eyes were covered with light for only a moment, and these were the words that came to his mind at this moment. With a sigh, Artevans put the scroll away and put it back in its place. It's just that he didn't notice that the light on the totem on the scroll had dimmed.

(Over the years, I've been well aware of who I am...... ）

Artevans thought as he put the scroll back in place. After clearing all traces of entering the chamber with Roat, he left the chamber as if he had never been there.

Roat immediately returned to his house, but Artevans said that he wanted to go for a walk alone, so he did not go back with Roat.

Walking through the village of Pano in the dark, Artevans had no sense of crisis, he loved the feeling of the night, quiet and peaceful.

"The Divine Heir Race, hum, it is a joke that the race that rejects foreign races can have items of foreign races."

It was only in the darkness that Artevans would show his inner thoughts. Although he had lived in Pano Village for twenty years, and Siya had been very protective of him, Artevans had always had a strong sense of rejection of the Divine Heir in his bones.

Atfans did not want to remember what happened twenty years ago, what he had experienced, what he knew, was like a spike in his heart that could not be pulled out.

"Who!?" Suddenly feeling a breath behind him, Artfans's nerves immediately tensed, and he turned around and threw out a qi blade.

The qi blade was shattered the moment it was thrown out, and seeing the appearance of the comer, Artevans' frown softened a little, "Why are you here at this time?"

"You walked around next door to my house, and I thought there were invaders in the village, so I came out to take a look. I'm going to ask you what you're doing.'" Talia walked up to Atfans and looked them in the eye.

"Nothing, just trying to get out and walk." Artevans was not afraid to look at Talia, and to avoid it was to be empty-hearted, and his true thoughts could not be known to any of his clansmen.

"Yes, it seems that I was overly worried, but please don't wander around other people's houses in the middle of the night." With that, Talia walked back to her room.

Walking next door to Taria's house, Artevans didn't notice it, but it was also a pity that it was next door to her house, otherwise Artfans's self-talk would probably be heard by people with ulterior motives. No longer able to wander outside, Artevans went back to his house.

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"Why do you want to suppress another force in your body......

"It's time, it's time to be released, isn't it?"

The abrupt sound woke Atvance from his sleep, and he touched his hot chest in some disbelief. The strong beating of his heart made Artevans feel a little uncomfortable, as if he felt as if something was about to gush out of his body.

(Could it be that the magic imprint on that scroll has been engraved in my body?) ）

"The oracle sigil appears before my eyes!" To test his idea, Artevans brought to life the unique magical sigil of the Heirs.

The power of the oracle is the name given to the power of the Divine Heir, and the power of this power is incomparable to the ordinary light attribute magic.

"Sure enough, the light of the oracle mark dimmed." Artevans said to himself as he stared at the oracle sigil that appeared in front of his eyes.

A body can have multiple mana marks at the same time, but as the number of mana marks increases, the light of the original mana marks will weaken, which also means that the power will decrease.

The oracle sigils of the Divine Heir Clan are so powerful that they can even expel other sigils from their bodies. In a sense, the power of the oracle cannot coexist with other forces.

But now, the light of Artevans' oracle sigil has dimmed a little, and if any other tribesmen saw it at this time, they would be shocked and angry. This is not a good thing for Artevans, the Divine Heir Clan is still relatively repulsive to other races in their bones, even if it is a clansman who is on Siya's side.

Retracting the oracle sigil, Artevans sat quietly on the bed, looking at his hands. The moonlight shone through the window, shining on him, reflecting a smiling face. It seems that some inexplicably obtained the power of the demons, which not only surprised Artfans, but even made him a little happy.

In an instant, Artevans understood the strangeness of his body. Obtaining the demonic imprint of the demon clan is to liberate some of the prohibition in his body. In addition to the power of the oracle, there is another power in the body of Artevans.

"Master, no matter how much you try to hide it, or even ban me, do you think I'll forget what happened back then? I have demon blood in my body, how could I forget it because of time."

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"The power of the oracle possessed by our divine heir clan is innate, but depending on our actual use, we can use different moves. However, there are three that every Divine Heir will definitely have when they reach a certain level of strength, and that is the Oracle's Curse, the Oracle's Pupil, and the Oracle's Leap."

On a new day, it was time for Artevans to go to Siya's church for a day lesson, and of course, Talia and Royat, who were also Siya's disciples, also came to Siya. Artfans, who had spent almost the whole night thinking about how to conceal the fact that he had accepted the demonic imprint, seemed a little absent-minded.

"I've talked about the Oracle Leap before, Artfans, tell me about it." Siya set her gaze on Atfans and smiled kindly.

"The oracle jumps, a symbol of the full awakening of the power of the oracle, when triggered, the hair will turn silver, and the back will spread out according to the strength of the god heir, the weakest is two wings, and the strongest is ten wings."

Although distracted by last night's incident, Artevans was still comfortable answering Siya's simple questions. After all, Artevans, like Talia and Royalt, is seen as a role model for the younger generation of the Divine Heirs.

"It seems that I didn't have enough rest last night, so if you have anything on your mind, you can always communicate with me." Siya kept smiling, but through Sya's eyes, Artevans felt as if he was exposed to the sun, with nowhere to hide.

(Did the master find out about the incident with Royat last night, no, the master's personality is not like a clansman who would tolerate rashly entering the secret room, am I too worried?) ）

Atfans looked a little nervous, but he remained calm on the outside.

"Today, for the three of you, it is also a special day, as long as you pass the approval of the oracle stele, from today onwards, you will truly become a member of the Divine Heir Clan who can take charge of your own affairs, come with me."

With that, Siya led the three young gods to the depths of the church.

"Artevis, something seems wrong with you today, you don't usually get distracted, how long did you stay outside last night?" Talia asked quips.

"Brother Atfans wandering around the village in the middle of the night? What an interesting anecdote.' As if nothing had happened, Rodt put his arm on Attevis' shoulder, leaned closer, and whispered to Attevis.

"I've taken care of the follow-up, it's impossible for Sister Talia to find out, and the master is nothing unusual today, and I guess he didn't find out what we did."

"You two, don't make fun of me." Atfans nodded slightly, and then said in an impatient tone, as if echoing Rodt's words.

Talia could only smile helplessly and follow Siya. After twenty years of knowing Attfans, Talia never seemed to be able to see what was going on in the other person's heart. To his peers in other villages, Artevans was like an iceberg, and it seemed that no one could ever get close to him except for Roat, who knew everyone well.

In the time of a few jokes, Siya had already brought the three young clansmen to the oracle stele. A hole was opened in the ceiling at the top of the stele, and the sunlight shone directly on the stele, and the stele was engraved with the words of the Divine Heirs, and it emitted a strange light with the sunlight.

『We never know what will happen in the future， but we are able to change the unknown future.』

The stele is densely engraved with text, but only this sentence is particularly clear. This is the only sentence that Artevans can see clearly from the stele at this distance.

"Come, put your hands on the stele and get the stele's approval." Siya made a gesture to Atfans and the others.

The three looked at each other, and Rodat raised an eyebrow, smiled at Atfans and Talia, tilted his head in the direction of the stele, and motioned for the three of them to step forward together. They didn't hesitate for long, and almost at the same time they walked up to the stone tablet and, as if determined, put their hands on the stone tablet.

The light poured into the bodies of the three young gods, filling their entire bodies, and then quickly returned to the stone tablet. Then, the stele shone even more brightly.

"Congratulations, you have been approved by the Oracle Tablet, and you are a teacher."

Siya smiled with relief as he fixed his gaze on Artevans and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to say something to Atvance, but eventually withdrew the words into his stomach.

Artevans seemed to notice Siya's gaze, ignoring Talia and Royale, who were a little excited next to him, and looked at Siya. The eyes of the two sides met, looking into each other's eyes, as if they had a tacit understanding, they didn't say anything, but nodded their heads.

After waiting for Talia and Rodart's excitement to subside, Siya said what she was going to say to the three of them, "I'd love to have the village prepare a celebration for you, but I'm sorry I haven't had this opportunity yet, and I still have something to trouble you."

"The master is serious, in the future, we can also contribute to the village and the god heir clan, you can say anything." Talia had been waiting for the day to be recognized by the stele for too long, and when she heard Siya say that she had a mission, her face immediately became serious.

"I'm glad you think so." Siya nodded in satisfaction.

"Although this incident is not difficult, it is a good opportunity for you to hone your skills, and you should also improve some actual combat experience." Siya said unhurriedly.

"There is a plague of strange beasts in the northern part of the forest of Ramas, go and put an end to the plague there."