Praying for something, like requesting gods to grant power, has different levels and success rates.

The powerful ones are like Charlette, who can even pray for a god to descend directly upon herself, although this is because her nature has begun to resemble the divine, allowing her to bear the god's power.

The weaker ones, such as the most ordinary believers, can pray to the gods three times a day with utmost sincerity, but even after ten years, the gods may not respond.

Of course, if you have a talent for practicing Divine Art during this process, you might already be a bishop of a region, and that's a different concept altogether.

But in a certain sense, Mohe's constitution completely rejects the divine power; her body flows with the distilled blood of the Demon King, inherently repelling the power of the gods. This is why, even if the ritual succeeds, Mohe can forcibly interrupt it, causing failure.

If you replace her with someone else, the consequences would be dire.

You initiate a ritual to pray to the god, and the god responds to your prayer, then you say you don't need it anymore?

Do you think you can toy with god?

Then you'll know what God's wrath is.

Basically, this is the concept, and Mohe can conceal her presence from the god's perception to a certain extent, so even if she forcibly interrupts such a ritual, causing its failure, she won't trigger god's wrath.

Yet, there's also the possibility that the god is in a good mood and doesn't want to pursue the matter. For humans, the unknowns of the gods are just too many, and they can only use their imagination to sketch the god's silhouette.

But in any case, Mohe's nature, succeeding once could be considered lucky, but succeeding twice could only be horrifying.

Yet she succeeded again.

"Bitch!"

Even Mohe couldn't hold her emotions for that brief moment—how should I put it? If this time failed, her doubts might not disappear, and she would wonder if the gods intentionally let this fail to lower her guard.

But this time succeeded, which directly concludes a fact.

The god is indeed watching her, though it's unclear through whose vision, but the god is looking at her, aware that it's her praying, hence allowing the prayer's success.

This is completely mocking her to her face.

Doro heard Mohe's words but didn't know what she was saying, though Mohe rarely speaks so directly, as she's usually polite, like a proper noble.

Come to think of it, didn't human nobility etiquette originally come from the Demon King? It does seem possible...

No, perhaps it was learned from other races.

A pure white light descended from the sky, and Mohe wanted to let the beam fall directly, showing the god that she isn't someone to be mocked lightly...

But just before the light hit the ground.

A pitch-black curse emerged instantaneously.

The ritual itself was disrupted, and the light column twisted consequently.

Doro clearly felt this time that some strange entity entered that light column. Perhaps this is what Mohe referred to as "ominous."

This kind of thing feels quite unsettling.

The twisted and transformed light column finally fell into those two intertwining drops of blood. The blood, once tearing at each other, now seemed to adhere together, beginning to rotate in a constant pattern.

When only these two drops of blood exist, they feel insubstantial.

However, as they begin to rotate at a steady rate, these two drops of blood seem to gain grounding.

"Previously, I named her race as Vampires; in essence, this race would die without sucking blood. Though I granted her the talent for magic, it differed slightly from my initial conception."

The two drops of blood hovered mid-air in Mohe's palm; she carried them in front of Doro: "Therefore, I intend to transform her into my ideal initial form, the name I originally intended to bestow upon them—now she should be called... the Blood Race."

Mohe waved her hand gently.

The rotating blood left her hand, landing directly on Lisidorwei.

At this moment, a pure white mist emerged from Lisidorwei's body, resembling milk smeared all over. Her body seemed to turn into liquid.

The blood entered her body.

"The flow of blood signifies life—although I have created species like gargoyles that technically have no blood, anyone can see the flaws of a gargoyle. True intelligent species, intelligent life, all have the flow of blood within, existing in any form or content."

Mohe watched Lisidorwei's body, now alternately dyed crimson and gold, like fluid.

This was her blood and Doro's blood as its base, transforming Lisidorwei's body.

"Blood is flow, and flow is life. My blood has the property of eternal, while your blood possesses the most vigorous vitality in the world. Lisidorwei's originally limited path now expands, to what extent depends on her own efforts."

Mohe stretched out her left hand towards Lisidorwei: "Henceforth, she is the master of blood!"

As Mohe's words fell, her symbolically eternal left hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

At that instant, Lisidorwei exploded!

Blood blossoms erupted, the crimson-gold blood nearly flooding the entire room...

At the moment just before touching Mohe and Doro, the blood seemed to be tugged by some strange force, quickly retreating and then condensing into a mass.

Lisidorwei emerged from the blood.

"I..."

She looked down, glancing at her palm.

"I always feel like I can achieve anything right now."

"It's your illusion, newly reborn people always have this naive idea. If you want to test your strength, try it with Mr. Doro."

Mohe seemed rather cold, turning directly around and leaving without looking back, "Remember to tidy up this room, I'm going to find Rastina to settle accounts."

"Is this... a failure?" Doro asked.

Lisidorwei shook her head, "No, undoubtedly it's a success. I can feel there's nothing I need to improve."

"If so, why is she acting so indifferent? Considering her love for art, with such a creation born, shouldn't she at least praise it a bit?"

Lisidorwei shook her head, her skin surfaced with blood, which then transformed into a crimson gown draping her body, "No one has ever truly understood the mind of the Demon King."

...

"Let's have a banquet!"

In the mansion at Baixi Town, Mohe gathered everyone, including the newly arrived Rastina.

"As everyone knows, Lisidorwei has been troubled by a certain illness, but now, after seeking many renowned doctors, she is finally cured. This is something worth celebrating. Moreover, Rastina has not yet received a formal welcome at this mansion, so I decided to hold a banquet today to celebrate these two events."

This was quite unexpected.

"Mohe sir, this is too..."

"Miss Mohe, no need to make it so extravagant..."

Mohe waved her hand, "No further discussion! My mind is made up! Besides, there might be other guests coming—right now the mansion is short-handed, so I'll also help. Don't be fooled by my appearance, my cooking skills are quite high~"

Doro knew this point, as he once stayed at the Mohe family for a day and ate the "Demon King meal" personally cooked by Mohe.

He certainly wouldn't doubt Mohe's cooking skills, but who exactly are these so-called guests?

Lisidorwei already knew what Mohe was hinting at, as they had previously made arrangements.

"I'll also help, Mohe sir."

"Very well."

Seeing this, Doro also said, "Then I will..."

"Doro, for now, take Miss Rastina for a walk around town. Although Baixi Town is just a small town, there are some nice places. We'll handle the preparations, you're the only man in this mansion, you have to represent a bit."

This was indeed quite strange.

Ultimately, Doro took Rastina to stroll through the streets of Baixi Town.

After Doro left, the girls truly began preparing the items needed for the banquet.

"Mohe, could you handle the meat portion of the dishes? I'll make the desserts, and as for Miss Lisidorwei, since you're not adept at such things, perhaps you could handle the drinks?"

The manor already had its own home-brewed beverages.

Rose, being the maid responsible for the household chores, made the arrangements quite adeptly.

"Oh~ sounds good, leave the meat portion to me, and for the drinks. Lisidorwei, don't prepare too little, you know it's important to have drinks while watching the performance. You're going to dance for Doro tonight, right?"

Dance?

Rose looked at the newly reborn Lisidorwei, not sensing much change in her, yet with so much preparation done by Mohe for Lisidorwei's rebirth, it was hard to imagine what level she was now at—

But she herself wasn't weak either.

However, in terms of dancing... she hadn't learned at all.

Could Lisidorwei dance? No mention of it when she was the new Hero before... perhaps she was unwilling to dance for humans?

"Please rest assured, I will naturally present the best dance for both Doro and Mohe sir, allowing you to drink to your hearts' content."

"Mm! I'm looking forward to it, Lisidorwei."

Mohe moved beside Rose, "Rose, if you don't hurry, you'll miss out on the soup~"

"I..."

"Alright! Let's get busy! If we dawdle here, and night falls with everything unprepared, that would be embarrassing. Tonight, you'll get a taste of my skills~"

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