After carefully reading the internal text, Visari was not in a hurry to begin his first meditation.
This article mentioned many interesting and crucial pieces of information.
The original source of the Blue Blood is now difficult to trace. The nobles claim that in the primordial era, a star fell to the earth from the highest heavens, its brilliance tearing through the night for seven days and nights, and the world prostrated in awe and trembling.
That which descended from the heavens gazed upon the world, seeing that the earth had nurtured only beauty: the face of a maiden bloomed like the first morning star, and the sweetness of a clear spring surpassed the finest wine in golden vessels.
So He reached out and cut open His side, injecting His starlit precious blood into the wombs of mortal women, declaring: "This blood shall be a mark, just as the firmament is bounded by the Milky Way. My descendants shall wield the scepter, and their bloodline shall mirror the night sky reflected in the deep sea."
When the first infant was born, the midwife witnessed that the liquid flowing from its umbilical cord was blue, shimmering with stardust. Everyone bowed down and called this infant the "Child of the Stars."
Just as wheat must grow from fertile soil, the rule of the Blue Blood Aristocrats also sprouted from a sacred covenant.
Those who question this bloodline are questioning the universal and eternal order; those who defile this covenant shall perish like a meteor consumed by the aether.
This is the legal basis for the rule of the nobles of the Nobai Kingdom, and it is this noble bloodline that gives the nobles the ability to practice witchcraft and communicate with the stars.
After a long period of evolution, the noble class of today is no longer as pure as it once was.
Many Blue Blood Aristocrats, influenced by the Pordeland Kingdom, turned to studying the mysteries of flesh transformation. There are also some who possess the blood of extraordinary Xenomorph who have become nobles. They do not have the aptitude to communicate with the stars and can only focus on strengthening their physical bodies through vital energy, calling themselves "Knights."
Many old nobles look down on them, considering them half-human, half-beast Hybrid . However, for some unknown reason, the current king particularly favors the new nobles, even bestowing the title of Duke upon a Dragon Blood.
Visari keenly sensed that there would inevitably be a great conflict between the old and new nobles in the future, but the extent to which the conflict had escalated was still unknown.
Putting aside his worries about the situation, Visari turned his attention to studying the Blue Blood Meditation Method. Among the current Blue Blood Aristocrats, there are two schools: the Star Worshiper School, which specializes in stars, and the Scarlet School, which is enthusiastic about flesh and blood.
The former is the choice of over 90% of the nobles, but considering the Fungal Crown Lineage and his love for medicine, Visari unhesitatingly planned to join the Scarlet School.
Regardless of the school, the foundation and power of meditation are the same. A sufficiently talented person can even excel in both schools and earn the honor of Great Sage. The current Grand Duke Adolf is a Great Sage.
Visari sat cross-legged, his mind empty and void, and then visualized the Blue Blood within his body.
His soul power gradually merged with his bloodline. The magic in the air, like a thirsty traveler seeing a spring, swarmed into Visari's body, merging with his bloodline and soul, converging into a wisp of original magic power.
As the original magic power increased, a star gradually appeared out of thin air in Visari's mind. This was precisely Visari's birth constellation.
No, that's not right—that's not a star, that's a rotten, moldy moon!
Dark red patches covered the sphere like festering skin diseases, and greenish-gray mycelium spread and crawled in the annular ravines. Pus seeped from the cracks on the moon's surface, and black fungal colonies opened and closed like breathing pores, spraying moldy mist with starlike phosphorescence.
Visari's heart skipped a beat, almost exiting meditation due to the emotional fluctuation. After forcing himself to calm down, Visari carefully observed this rotten moon. This was indeed the product of the combination of his soul and bloodline and would not bring strange harm.
But this style—Visari couldn't help but fall silent for a moment. This looked a bit like a bad person, didn't it? I'm a doctor who saves lives and heals the injured, what kind of appearance is this with such a constellation!
Fortunately, a constellation is a very private thing, and no one will ask me to show it. Thinking of this, Visari breathed a slight sigh of relief.
With magic power, he could begin to learn basic witchcraft. This classic recorded three types of witchcraft: Star Arrow for attack, Star Gauze for defense, and Star Prayer for communicating with the stars to obtain blessings.
Time spent cultivating always passed exceptionally quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day of departure arrived. During these days, he inevitably had to deal with many classmates and teachers who came to visit. Visari took leave under the pretext of recovering from a serious illness and stayed in his dormitory, concentrating on meditation.
Stepping out of the school gate, the black sturdy servant was standing in front of a luxurious carriage. Beside the carriage stood two attendants armed with swords and armor. A crowd of teachers and students was gathered far away, discussing animatedly.
Seeing Visari, the servant's eyes lit up. He bowed and motioned with his hand for Visari to get into the carriage, saying with a smile, "Baron Noctem, you're finally here. You must have had a very comfortable time these past few days."
Visari responded with a smile, "This is all thanks to you, Messenger. I'm new here and don't understand the rules. I'm just afraid of accidentally offending Grand Duke Adolf. I'll need the Messenger to help me with the etiquette."
Hearing this, the servant took a step back in fear and trepidation.
"No, no, no, it is an honor for this servant to serve a Blue Blood Aristocrat. Please get in the carriage first."
On the last step before getting into the carriage, Visari turned to look at his former teachers and classmates. On their familiar faces, however, unfamiliar gazes appeared.
Visari knew that he would never find friends who didn't care about interests like he did during his student days. There was already a tragic thick barrier between them.
'Damn medieval times,' Visari cursed inwardly.
Sitting in the carriage, Visari adjusted his emotions and prepared to listen to the servant's advice.
"Baron, you don't need to worry. Master is very lenient towards his Blue Blood kinsmen. He won't mind a little rudeness," the servant raised his whip and struck the horse's rear.
"You just need to remember not to show closeness to that bunch of Hybrid , the new nobles, in front of Master. If you want to make Master happy, that's even simpler," the servant smiled and smacked the horse's rear again.
"Do you still remember when this humble one first visited you?"
"Naturally, I remember. Messenger, you have a mouth full of classical noble etiquette," Recalling the scene from back then, the corner of Visari's mouth twitched.
"Our Master, he usually values etiquette more!" As if sensing that he had said enough, the servant quickly shut his mouth and whipped the horse's rear.
"Thank you for the Messenger's guidance. Visari will repay you in the future," Visari kept the servant's words in mind and thanked him in a low voice.
Half a month's journey passed in a flash, and Visari and his group arrived at the Royal Capital. Along the way, there were many bandits and robbers blocking the road, but before Visari could try out the power of the Star Arrow, the two attendants accompanying the carriage had already killed the bandits as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
Later, the servant introduced that these attendants were all knight seeds who had mastered vital energy, and only needed to obtain extraordinary bloodlines to become official knights.
The servant and Visari parted ways here. Visari would be staying in the guest room of the Duke's mansion, waiting for the Duke to summon him. At that time, the Steward would take him to receive his enfeoffment.
Looking at Visari's receding back, the servant's impression of him was unexpectedly good. To be able to humble himself to treat an insignificant servant like this, even as a disguise, was humble enough.
Perhaps he wanted more? The servant thought to himself. But those matters had nothing to do with him, a servant.