"That..." There was a petite figure among the doctors who looked like a minor girl. She had never spoken. When she was checking, she used a fan to cover my face, and the area she had "checked" was the largest.

Now she finally spoke, but the sound was not as loud as the mosquito. If she hadn't seen her mouth move and raised her hand, no one would have noticed her talking.

"What?" I raised my hand and signaled that the others were quiet. If there was a little movement in the room, I couldn't hear this person.

"Well..." She looked at the others, her face flushed, like a kindergarten kid who answered questions for the first time in class, and was also the kind of person who was particularly introverted in gender.

"Say." Is there such a person in my clan? It's so strange. Has the tough nation come out of a mutant species?

"I, I, I, probably know...know..."

"I don't want to know anymore, drag her out and die."

"No, Your Majesty, she is the heir to the miracle doctor. She cannot be killed or killed." Jiuwa waved her hands repeatedly, wrinkled her face, and pleaded for the children.

"There is a force in your body, from your own tribe." The child mustered up the courage and said the whole sentence smoothly, then he shrank again, shrinking his body like a bullied quail.

Her words shocked everyone else. The doctor present suddenly wanted to know what this sentence meant more than me, and grabbed her and asked.

Jiuwa quickly rescued the children from under them and took them aside. I moved the table in the living room to the door, so that they could hold a "ritual" to free up, leaving a sofa next to the window.

Jiuwa pulled the child to sit on the sofa and asked her in a quiet voice, what did she mean just now?

The child looked at other doctors in a hurry, turned his eyes back to my face, and said timidly: "It is a very ancient and ancient energy, much earlier than His Majesty's era, and even older than the ancestors of our clan...."

"That's the power of my hometown before I came to this world?" The old doctor spoke in anger and his mind was very quick.

"Yes, I, I guess." The child added weakly.

"I believe Sophie's judgment." Jiuwa patted the child on the back, with a clear sense of encouragement.

"We have never been exposed to such ancient energy, so it is difficult to draw conclusions." The old doctor took off his glasses and wiped them with the corners of his clothes. It was impossible for mesopia in the clan to have myopia. These glasses are obviously a decoration.
Chapter completed!