In Telles Manor, Ron and Arrowt are guided by the attendant to the deepest part of the manor, which is the entrance to the mountain wall.

Along the way, Ron saw at least a hundred knights patrolling the manor.

Coming to the deepest part of the manor, Ron was presented with a giant black stone arch more than three meters high, this stone gate was connected to the mountain wall on the side, at this time the stone gate was closed, and two strong knights guarded the door, unlike the knights patrolling outside, these two knights were real blood clans, bloody eyes and fangs!

Arrowt walked up to the guard knight and said, "I'm Arrowt Toredo, out on a mission to the Council, now let's go inside!"

As he spoke, Arrowt pulled out a dark red medallion at the same time.

The Guard Knight looked at the dark red medallor and nodded, then at Ron behind Arrow.

After entering the manor, at the suggestion of Arrow, Ron transformed into a blood form, with black nails, scarlet eyes, and fangs at the corners of his mouth, all indicating his identity as a blood clan.

"Let's go in!" said the Bloodclan guarding the door.

"Thank you!" Arot said with a slight nod, then nodded to Ron.

The guarded Bloodclan opened the door a small crack for Arot and Ron to enter!

Arrow's clan is called the Toredo, a group of lovers of aesthetics, hedonism, who believe that what is the point of eternal life if it cannot be enjoyed? They are active in human drinking parties and are good at communicating with the outside world, so it is natural for the members of the Toredo clan to negotiate with Count Winter.

Upon entering the stone door, Ron was presented with a long, narrow hallway.

Ron followed behind Arrowt, also paying attention to the holes in the dark stone walls on both sides of the corridor, dense holes, maybe at any time to shoot arrows!

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After walking for a long time in the mountain wall, the two stopped in front of a portal.

"Knock! knock!" Arrowt knocked on the door.

"Come in. A languid female voice came.

"Squeak!" Arrow pushed the door in, and Ron followed him without saying a word.

"Elder Anas!" Elote bowed slightly to a middle-aged woman in front of him who was only wearing a nightgown.

"Arrowt, kid, is the mission done?" the middle-aged woman walked over to the long table and poured out a glass of viscous scarlet liquid.

"I'm sorry, but we met the Witcher, and both Vincent and Nas died. ”

Anas frowned slightly: "Then how did you come back alive?"

"It's because of this gentleman behind me. Arrowt said respectfully.

"It was he who took out the witchers of the Holy See and saved me. ”

"Hello Elder Anas!" said Ron with a noble gesture as the middle-aged woman's gaze turned to Ron.

"He's?" said Anas, looking at Arrow.

"This is Mr. Ron Garcia, and he's a scattered Rehale. Arrowt introduced.

"Human wizards, I didn't expect wizards to be extinct yet. Anas looked at Ron and said.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything else," Anas reacted, and immediately said to Ron.

"I understand!" Ron shook his head to show that he didn't care.

"You're here to join the secret party. Anas said to Ron.

"Yes, I've been out and about for years, and I'm tired of living alone. ”

"Of course, I can introduce you to the elders of the Rehale Clan. But first, tell me all about this encounter with the witcher!" Anas said.

"It's nature!"

Next, Arrowt told each other the 'truth' that the two had compared on the road, and Ron added it on the side.

This Elder Anas is not only the elder of the Torredo clan, but also the elder of Erot, that is, the blood clan that gave him the first embrace, and he also has a lot of trust in Erot.

It didn't take long for Anas to understand what had happened, and she also had a general understanding of Ron's strength.

At least the strength of the Blood Clan's Earl. Although he didn't know the level of the Ron bloodline, the witchcraft strength he showed was enough to make his combat power reach the earl level.

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"Well, I'll introduce you to the elders of the Rehare, but the Rehale have their own rules, and it's not up to me to decide whether they accept you or not. Anas said.

"Thank you!"

"Arrowt, you take this elder who took him to the Rehale clan. Anas quickly hand-wrote a letter and handed it to Arrow.

"Yes!"

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The rank of male duke is a division of the strength of the blood clan, and it is also a common division in the outside world, while within the secret party, another level division is more applicable. Membership levels are divided according to the degree of contribution.

From the lowest to the highest, they are the ordinary, the elite, the elders, the councillors, the princes, and the 'ancestors' who are just symbols.

The ancestor here does not refer to the 'ancestor' of the origin of the blood clan, but refers to a position within the blood clan, and the nobility of this rank can be seen from this name, in fact, no blood clan can reach the level of the ancestor now.

In order for the Bloodline to recognize this level, it must at least contribute to the salvation of the entire Bloodline, note that this is talking about saving the entire Bloodline, not just saving the Secret Party, or leading the Bloodline to eliminate the Holy See. Only with this level of contribution can it be possible for all the blood clans to be recognized as the ancestors.

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There are seven clans in the Blood Clan Secret Party, each clan has seven elders, and one of the elders is a member of the council, representing the Secret Party Council, and the prince is not divided according to the clan, so he needs to meet the dual conditions of strength and contribution!

And now, in front of Ron are the four elders of the Rehale clan, who will decide whether to accept Ron, and if so, what rank he belongs to.

After circulating Elder Anas's letter of recommendation, the four of them looked up at Ron one by one.

Ron stood quietly, neither nervous nor dismissive.

"Elder Anas said that you have at least earl-level combat power, can you demonstrate it. One of the elders said.

"Of course!" Ron nodded.

Immediately after, Ron's mind moved, and three silver projectiles flew out of his body, circling around Ron's body, and the speed of the circle became faster and faster, and after a while, only three silver rays of light could be seen around Ron's body.

The four elders' faces were slightly serious.

Suddenly, one of the elders threw out a clear wine glass.

"Smash it!"

"Ting!" before the words fell, a crisp sound of glass shattering came.

"Bell bell...", the remnants of the glass fell to the ground.

Then, with a slight gasp, Ron withdrew the three silver projectiles.

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