Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 221 Holy Grail
In a taxi in Detroit, 1986.

Wow, so many people!

An excited girl pressed her face against the car window, her eyes wide and flushed as she gazed at everything outside.

Pedestrians, cars, children, chatting friends, affectionate couples...

Like a newborn baby, all of this felt new and intriguing to the girl.

Glancing at the girl beside him, her red hair was like a dancing flame, full of vitality. There was no trace of a woman's wariness towards the opposite sex in her; at this moment, with her back to him, she was completely unaware that a mature man was behind her.

"Is it so beautiful?"

Glancing at the girl beside him, the handsome young man lowered his hat brim slightly. He was also somewhat confused, wondering why he had agreed to let this mysterious girl get on the bus to avoid the pursuit of those men in black.

Even from a distance, he could tell from their posture and positioning that they were no ordinary people. Those being hunted by such people couldn't possibly be ordinary folks; they were most likely runaway rich girls.

My mission this time is very important, and I can't let it fail because of some random rich girl.

"Well, it looks good."

Turning around, the girl looked at the man behind her and laughed.

Her smile was radiant, as dazzling as the sun, leaving no room for darkness, and her wide eyes sparkled with light.

In the past, she never saw so many people. It wasn't that she couldn't go out, but every time she did, the Secret Order would use administrative and economic power to seal off the entire neighborhood.

She remembered that year when she was only four years old. She longed to see the outside world, and eventually the master of the hermitage agreed. That night, she was so excited that she could hardly sleep. It was only after the head maid gently coaxed her and told her bedtime stories that she gradually fell asleep.

The next day, as she excitedly took the head maid's hand and stepped out of the Secret Order's headquarters for the first time...

What I saw were spotless streets, clean and empty shops, and stationary cars—everything seemed as if time had stood still.

There was not a single person.

Clutching her teddy bear and holding the head maid's hand, she walked aimlessly past a cake shop, a clothing store, a KFC restaurant, and an amusement park...

These were things she had only seen on television, but had never actually seen in person.

Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody… There was nobody anywhere, not even the shop assistants in their sharp tuxedos she longed to see, the staff dressed as Santa Claus, the children her age being led by their parents, or the cars driving by on the street…

Nothing at all.

She wanted to go to amusement parks, zoos, Ferris wheels, wear pretty clothes, and eat delicious-looking snacks... Now, the Secret Order was offering all of this to her, but when she received it, she didn't feel happy.

In the end, she ate KFC alone, tried on clothes alone, went to the zoo to see the animals alone, rode the carousel alone, and rode the Ferris wheel alone... After that, she never mentioned going out again.

There were almost no men in her life. Her servants were all women, her teachers were all women, her bodyguards were all women, her church school was an all-girls school, her female classmates dared not walk with her, and even her pet parrot was female.

The few times she could see men were only a few elderly members of the secret society who knew her identity.

They called her Princess, but she felt like Rapunzel in a fairy tale, imprisoned in a tower, a prisoner without chains.

Now, she has finally arrived in the "outside world" and is almost overjoyed to see people she had never seen before.

Is it really that good-looking?

Of course it looks that good!
"arrive."

The man next to her pushed open the door and was about to get out of the car, and the girl wanted to get out of the car as well.

"Wait, kid, you haven't paid yet."

The taxi driver in front suddenly turned around and said.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then pointed to herself and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Pay?"

"Of course, these are two customers, so we should charge them separately. That kid isn't with you, and with your extra weight, I'll use more fuel..."

The driver in front started rattling off a whole bunch of things.

The driver just wants to earn more money. If he encounters other passengers, a hot-tempered one might just slam the door and leave, but a good-tempered one might just give in.

The girl was a bit confused, but she vaguely felt that there was some truth to it. However, when it came to paying, she really had no experience. She had only seen the concept of paying on TV, and in the past, she could just ask the maid for whatever she wanted. She had never had the idea of ​​paying before.

However, she wasn't stupid; of course, she had thought about what to do after escaping. She had learned that you had to spend money to buy things in the "outside world," and before she escaped, she had asked Wendy to open several bank accounts for her. Wendy even forged several Anglo-American documents for her.

The girl lowered her head and rummaged through the pockets of her coat, carefully examining the bank card in case she misremembered what it looked like.

Finally, the girl, with confidence and feigning composure, handed her bank card to the driver in front of her.

"Ah."

The driver in front looked down at the bank card in the girl's hand, paused for a moment, and then spoke.

"Madam, are you playing a trick on me?"

This answer, which was completely unexpected by the girl, left her dumbfounded.

Did I do something wrong?

Didn't Wendy tell herself that there was money in the bank card?
“This…this is a bank card. Wendy said there should be several hundred thousand US dollars in it.”

The girl, unsure of what she had done wrong, replied somewhat weakly that, judging from the TV she had watched, several hundred thousand US dollars was probably a large sum of money in the eyes of most people, at least that's what Wendy said. Hiring this car shouldn't be a problem... right?

But to the driver, her words sounded as if she were deliberately mocking him.

He took a deep breath, about to explode in anger.

"you……"

"Dong dong."

Just then, someone knocked on his car, followed by a cold voice and a stack of banknotes. "I'll pay for her."

……

"Thank you, thank you so much..."

On the street, the girl kept thanking the man in front of her, but the indifferent man looked at her without saying a word and simply turned and left.

He hadn't walked more than a few meters when he heard the conversation between the two people in the car.

In his eyes, this ignorant and naive rich girl, apart from her pretty face, was so stupid that it was unbearable to look at. After helping her this time, he never wanted to pay attention to this rich girl who seemed to have run away from home again.

The girl watched the man walk away, standing in the crowd, unsure of where to go.

Wendy had told her she had a mission and would wait for her somewhere in the city. But after getting out of the car, she realized she didn't know the way. Although she had her bank card, it seemed taxis didn't accept bank cards. How was she supposed to get to the place Wendy had mentioned?

After hesitating for a moment, the girl looked at the man's back and then chased after him.

She figured he must be a good person, since he helped her get into the car and paid for the taxi. Since she didn't know where to go, she decided to follow this good man.

"Good person, good person, wait for me..."

On a bustling city street, beside neon lights, a girl chases after a man's retreating figure.

……

"What is the Holy Grail? If, according to the Bible, it is merely the cup used two thousand years ago to hold wine symbolizing the blood of Jesus Christ, then that cup would have been destroyed long ago. How could a cup made of clay not be destroyed? The Holy Grail has long since disappeared."

Looking at Roberts in front of her, Wendy shook her head.

"But the Holy Grail that believers protect is not this kind of thing. It is called the Holy Grail, but that is only a reference to the later Christian interpretation of the Holy Grail. If a cup filled with wine is the Holy Grail, then wouldn't Mary Magdalene, the woman who bore the blood of Jesus Christ, be more deserving to be called the Holy Grail?"

"Christianity has revised the Bible many times, removing many things about Jesus Christ and hiding his earthly name, but history is history after all."

"What history?"

Roberts pressed for an answer.

Wendy didn't answer directly, but instead asked a question.

"Roberts, do you know Mary Magdalene?"

"I vaguely remember her as a prostitute from the Bible, but I don't know much about the Bible..."

Roberts, who has no interest in religion and has never read the Bible, could only reply that...

Wendy didn't take it seriously; she had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on, so she continued.

"In the Bible, one figure consistently influences the story of Jesus Christ. Mary Magdalene was a prostitute whom Jesus Christ saved. When she confessed to Jesus, she washed his feet with her tears of repentance and dried them with her thick, black hair. After Jesus was nailed to the cross, she wept for him day and night and fed him water. After Jesus' death, she went into the tomb where his body lay and personally cleansed him with oil, only to unexpectedly discover that Jesus had risen from the dead..."

"Without her and the women's claims of seeing the resurrection of Jesus Christ, Christianity might have been virtually unknown."

"Such an important figure, yet she was just an ordinary prostitute? Is that really the case? In the Gospel of Philip, it is recorded that 'Mary Magdalene was a companion of Jesus, and he often kissed her on the lips and loved her more than the other disciples.' The Nahamadi Documents, unearthed in 1943, even record Jesus's affectionate kiss to Mary Magdalene."

Wendy walked back and forth beside Roberts as she spoke.

Finally, she looked down at Roberts in front of her and asked in return.

"Could a prostitute really receive such favor from Jesus Christ? Could she be so important?"

“Mary Magdalene was never a prostitute; that’s just a slander by the church. She was the wife of Jesus Christ and a leader of the Christian church, yet she was slandered because she firmly believed that she truly understood the teachings of Jesus Christ.”

"Remember when I said that believers protected the original Holy Grail, which is actually the bloodline of Jesus Christ? So what is the truth of history?"

"Before Jesus ascended to heaven, Mary Magdalene was already pregnant. After she gave birth to her child, her believers, who firmly believed in Mary Magdalene, protected her child and fled to Gaul. Later, a group of warriors who believed in Jesus Christ found them, and these warriors found the Holy Grail that truly possessed the blood of Jesus Christ."

"In 400 AD, the Germanic tribes invaded the Roman Empire. At that time, the sons of Jesus married the king of the Merovingian dynasty. As a result, the blood of Jesus was incorporated into the Merovingian lineage, and they thus converted to Christianity."

"After the fall of the Merovingian dynasty, the Zionist Church protected the descendants of Jesus as they went into hiding..."

"and many more!"

Suddenly, Roberts realized something was wrong, interrupted Wendy, and looked at her as he spoke.

"I remember the Merovingian dynasty had other descendants, and putting aside everything else, Charlemagne's mother was a Merovingian princess. Was he also a descendant of Jesus? Moreover, the Merovingian dynasty had so many branches and lineages, there should be countless descendants of Jesus, right?"

Wendy nodded in agreement with what Roberts said.

“Logically speaking, that is true, but Jesus’ bloodline is different, which is why the Holy Grail is the Holy Grail… Roberts, have you ever seen Joan bleed?”

Roberts shook his head.

He rarely saw Joan, usually only once a year, and after this incident, Joan remained under his protection, making it even more impossible for him to let her bleed.

Even though he himself suffered nearly multiple fractures and injuries from the fall, he never let Joan get hurt.

When Wendy saw Roberts shake his head, a hint of tenderness appeared on her face.

“You have indeed protected Joan very well… In the past, the Secret Order also suffered a severe blow, to the point that they lost track of the Holy Grail, but they were eventually able to confirm its whereabouts. In those days, without modern DNA testing, how do you think the Secret Order confirmed that the Holy Grail was real and not a fake?”

"Because there can only ever be one Holy Grail."

"Did you know that Joan's blood is different from others? Her blood is golden, and there can only ever be one Holy Grail with golden blood."

"When the previous Holy Grail gives birth to a child, its blood will return to normal, losing its magical power, while the child born will possess the unique blood of Jesus."

"The Holy Grail, a vessel bearing the blood of Jesus, an ancient bloodline passed down through generations, the greatest secret of the Secret Order!"

“Joan is your and Betty’s child, Joan is the one and only Holy Grail.”

(End of this chapter)