Marca struggled to sit up straight.

Even though the man in front of him had saved his life, the pride in his heart did not allow him to lie on the bed like a dead dog.

"That's my innate ability, I awakened when I was fifteen or sixteen years old, and since I was a child, my strength has been greater than that of my peers in the village."

"Of course, the amount of food is several times that of my peers, and my family can't afford to support it, so they sold me, and at first I also worked as a coolie, just barely making ends meet."

"Later, as I got older, I got more and more strength, and then I got this ability."

Mawson stretched out his left hand and pressed it on Maca's head.

The energy in Maca's body is negligible, much weaker than that of Arius.

"What about Arius, what's going on with him?"

Mawson asked.

"Our situation is similar, except that his blood is purer, he should be some kind of monster and human hybrid, so his hands are like that."

Marca replied.

"I'm talking about his ability to recover from injuries by devouring other people's flesh."

Mawson frowned, in his opinion, the other abilities of Aryuis were not worth mentioning.

"I don't know."

"It should be some kind of mutation, after all, the combination of humans and monsters, it is not easy to successfully give birth to an heir."

"Even demigods are strong and weak, and not every one of them has the power of a god."

"Demigods?"

"Yes, they are the children of the gods of heaven and mortal women, some of them are so powerful that they can even rival the gods, while others are even weaker than ordinary people."

"Have you seen a demigod with your own eyes, how strong is it?"

Mawson asked.

Marka shook his head, "I just heard. ”

Mawson asked a few more questions, told Marca to recuperate, and then pushed the door and left.

Although Maca had angered him, Mawson didn't plan to kill him directly, he had some ideas in his heart, maybe he could experiment after Maka's injury recovered.

"It's a strange world."

The possibility of having children between gods and humans is a common occurrence in myths and legends, and Mawson had not doubted anything before.

But now.

Even monsters can be combined with humans, which means that most of the creatures in this world have a common genetic origin.

In a way, they can even be considered the same species, but these different species show great differences between them.

This reminded Mawson of the Prophets of another universe.

The Prophet clan uses the technology they have mastered to create monsters to fight based on their own genes.

Although they have the same genetic blueprint, the final monster produced is completely different, and in the Battle of the Pacific Rim, Mawson did not even see two identical monsters.

At the beginning, this situation also had a great impact on the Rim of the Pacific Command.

"Is it because of the Origin Fragment?"

Mawson muttered to himself.

If this is the case, then the Origin Fragments in this universe may have become extremely incomplete, and it will be difficult to collect them completely.

"Mr. Mawson."

Duolun nodded and walked over to Mawson.

"In the evening, His Majesty will have a banquet for his ministers, and I have just been informed by an attendant that His Majesty has invited you to attend."

Doron looked excited.

"I have a heart."

Mawson nodded, although it was a little unpleasant before, but this Duolun is very good at being a person.

Duolun rubbed his hands.

"That's the case, Mr. Mawson, you should not be a native of Argos, and you don't know the etiquette of the court here, if you ......"

"I mean, if, it's convenient, you can take an entourage with you to the palace, I wonder if you can take me with you?"

Duolun looked at Mawson expectantly.

I see, Mawson smiled.

"It's not impossible, but from today onwards, that slave of yours Maca is mine."

"No problem!"

Duolun nodded hurriedly.

"If you like, I can give you the entire gladiator training camp."

Although it looked a little painful, Duolun still pretended to be generous.

"You keep that thing, what use do I have?"

Mawson waved his hand indifferently.

"Hehe, thank you for your generosity, from today onwards, you can do whatever you want here."

The corners of Doron's excited mouth were about to crack.

Although he is a businessman, he is too far away from the top nobles in terms of status, how could he give up such an opportunity?

As long as he knows one or two great nobles, it will be of great benefit to his business.

Duolun beckoned, "I've ordered everything, and Chloe will take you to the palace in a carriage." ”

After arranging this, Duolun retreated with great interest, while Mawson returned to his room under Chloe's leadership.

A real lavish palace paved with white stones.

At the same time, an army of disgraced people was hurrying towards Argos, and in the middle of the procession there was a burly young man with a wooden face.

Time flies.

The sunset was slightly drooping, and the red glow burned all over the sky, reflecting the whole Argos in a fiery red, and before the time came, the Argos Palace was prosperous.

Tall, or good-looking, maids and servants weave through the crowd with silver trays in their hands.

The nobles in the palace gathered in groups and discussed something loudly, and at the central fountain of the palace, several beautiful singers were dancing.

King Kephes sat on his throne, with the queen and princess beside him, and not far away, Dragul, dressed in a powerful suit.

"Your Majesty, that Mawson is here."

Dragu approached King Kephes and whispered.

The door opened, and Mawson walked in with Doron, and as soon as he entered the main hall, Doren slipped to the side in amusement.

And many people in the field also stopped communicating and looked at Mawson carefully.

"What a heroic man."

This is the voice of a noble maiden.

"Doesn't it look like much, did he really kill Arius? There's no ...... in this," are conspiracy theorists' voices.

Although it was not intentional, Mawson's temperament was extremely outstanding, and it was clear that he was the guest, but he showed an aura that even surpassed that of King Kephes.

Mawson walked up to King Kephes.

"Kneel, Oriental!"

Dragu said in a deep voice.

Mawson raised his head, but ignored Dragu's words, but looked at Kephes on the throne.

"Oriental, what about your etiquette?"

Only then did Mawson glance at Dragu, "He's your king, not mine." ”

Not to say a king, even if the gods stand in front of Mawson, his knees will not bend.

"Guard!"

Dragu raised his hand.

"Take him down for me!"

In the royal palace of Argos, he would not allow anyone to trample on the royal power.

Although he had seen Mawson's power, there were some things he had to do.