"It's not whatever you say it is!"
Despite having shown appreciation and friendliness towards Jiang Lu at the banquet, when it came to Conchobar, these nobles, still standing tall today, naturally took their master's side unconditionally.
"What we want is tangible evidence!"
"Tangible evidence, you say? No need to rush."
Jiang Lu turned around, bowed, and picked up a huge container from the ground behind him.
The container was full of a thick, deep-red liquid.
This was naturally Conchobar's blood. In order not to let him bleed out too quickly and die, Jiang Lu had smartly chosen to drain venous blood, which was safer though less efficient; otherwise, the nutritional solution made from Holy Water would not have been able to keep him alive.
"What is this?"
"Deep red... Could it be blood?"
"Impossible, how much blood would need to be drained to fill such a large container? Even if it were from livestock, it might not be this easy."
