This Lord is Very Scientific-Chapter 901 - 833: The Human Race’s Strongest Line of Defense

This question, completely forgot about it!

Garoce suddenly froze in place, completely disregarding the severe punishment of being considered an enemy after answering a question incorrectly.

"How about... changing the question?" Only then did Garoce realize he had forgotten Lin Ke's birthday.

"I only remember Lin Ke's birthday." Antova frowned, trying hard to recall: "Was it the Witch Doctor? Or the younger sister?"

Antova couldn't remember these details either.

Ove was even more confused, as he met Lin Ke when Lin Ke was already six years old.

None of them had any ideas, so they all turned their gaze to Butler Billy.

"I was the first to hold the Young Master," Butler Billy smiled: "It was the twenty-seventh day of the first small month of the Flowing Fire Moon, at two fifty-eight in the afternoon, after the Young Master cried out with great effort, he opened his eyes and curiously looked at me, neither crying nor fussing, as if possessing wisdom."

"At that moment, I knew the Young Master must have a pure Azanen lineage, possessing intelligence beyond other babies."

Butler Billy's voice was filled with paternal love and affection: "Every matter concerning the Young Master, I remember it all. Lady Aurora, please ask ahead."

Seeing this, Garoce and the others also slightly relaxed.

When Garoce wasn't around, Butler Billy acted like Lin Ke's second parent, caring for Lin Ke thoroughly.

Butler Billy had no children, so he regarded Lin Ke as his own offspring.

Even if Butler Billy had descendants, they likely wouldn't be as important to him as Lin Ke.

Sometime, deep emotions can surpass blood ties, forming stronger bonds.

"Correct answer," Duke of Aurora nodded slightly: "This was told to me directly by Little Lica, which counts as one of Lin Ke's secrets."

Everyone nodded, slightly astonished inwardly.

At such a young age, or rather, just born, Lin Ke already had memories?

Yet, they weren't surprised.

There are many outstanding bloodlines of Naseng, with some who can run around immediately after birth.

So, no one said anything.

"Second question, what was Lin Ke's favorite food before the age of six?" Duke of Aurora asked with a smile.

"Milk!"

"Gula Milk!"

Except Garoce, the other three answered in unison.

Only Garoce was left dumbstruck.

His mustache twitched as he endured Antova's murderous gaze, and he coughed dryly:

"It's reasonable that I don't know, considering I'm rarely home."

"Next question," Ove chuckled.

Lin Ke, in childhood, paid much attention to eating foods that promote growth, like milk, which is rich in calcium and protein.

This was no secret in Azaenn Castle.

Even some maids and servants knew that Lin Ke needed a cup of milk every morning and evening.

"Next question, what was Lin Ke's favorite childhood game?"

Duke of Aurora's smile remained unchanged.

However, Garoce and the others were lost in thought.

Lin Ke's favorite childhood game?

Antova instinctively frowned: "Lin Ke didn't like playing games as a child, he enjoyed daydreaming by the river, or sneaking into my study to read books."

"If childhood refers to before Lin Ke turned six, then I don't know." Ove shook his head: "But if it refers to after age six, Lin Ke was most passionate about truth, I'm sure of this."

The two looked at Garoce.

Garoce shrugged his shoulders and simply remained silent.

The three then looked at Butler Billy.

"Favorite game..." A thoughtful expression crossed Butler Billy's face: "Lady Fulon liked playing Catch the Fisherman with Young Master Lin Ke, but Young Master Lin Ke seemed not to love it... otherwise, I'm not sure."

"Catch the Fisherman?" A realization crossed Antova's face: "Indeed, my sister often told me Lin Ke liked playing Catch the Fisherman."

"Catch the Fisherman? Isn't that a game for drinking?" Garoce was somewhat puzzled.

Catch the Fisherman is a game where two people extend either five or ten fingers, and the four hands add up to only four possibilities: zero, five, fifteen, or twenty.

They guess against each other, and the one who guesses correctly is said to 'catch the fisherman' and wins.

This game is also known as "Fifteen-Twenty."

"I'm sorry."

Duke of Aurora shook her head: "Wrong answer."

Wrong answer?!

Everyone was stunned.

Ove frowned: "Does this mean we will be considered enemies?"

Wrong answer means becoming enemies!

This was what Duke of Aurora said just now.

"But these questions aren't ones we certainly know! Even if I am his father!" Garoce exclaimed: "I'm not his symbiotic parasite!"

"Though Garoce is irresponsible, this indeed is hasty." Antova also couldn't understand: "We just want to meet Rica, to see Lin Ke's lineage!"

Butler Billy remained silent, Ove was also puzzled.

At that moment, Duke of Aurora waved her hand.

"No need to worry."

She smiled: "It's just a test."

"While asking questions, I observed your expressions, actions, and words, checking if they matched with your usual selves, and indeed, your behavior remains unchanged."

The questions and answers were merely a facade!

The goal was to verify identity.

In the Infinite Star Realm, countless bizarre races exist.

Some races can completely copy another intelligent race.

From appearance, fingerprints, even to soul, all can be copied.

However, deeply ingrained habits, behavior patterns, are difficult to learn in a short time, even with memory.

Thus, the check wasn't for answering questions, but for further confirmation and screening by Duke of Aurora.

"You all have passed, please enter." Duke of Aurora opened the next level passage: "Recently, Rica's appetite hasn't been good, perhaps you have solutions."

"No more protection?" Garoce raised an eyebrow: "Just two layers of defense? Should I bring some soldiers from Great Wilderness City?"

That's his descendants!

If it were before Great Wilderness City's 'democracy' principles were established, Garoce would have summoned a group of people to guard this place.

Certainly now, he could still do it.

To protect Lin Ke's lineage, Garoce believed many would be willing.

"No need!"

Just then, a broad and sincere voice emerged from behind the layers of defense.

A strong-built middle-aged man with a full beard stepped out.

"Mountain Duke!"

Garoce and the others immediately pounded their chests in respect.

"No need for formalities." Mountain Duke's expression was stern as he returned the salute: "I am the third layer of defense, so no need to bring soldiers."

Garoce and the others perked up.

If Hurricane Duke is the fastest Grand Duke with the strongest support ability,

then Mountain Duke is renowned for his defensive prowess.

In the three main planes—Naseng, Kaos, Feld Gamma—the defense is supreme with Mountain Duke.

Mountains, the Human Race's most solid defense line!