A minister should not serve two masters

After fooling Ya'an, Canaan returned to the hospital and dealt with the matter with Oreus. Facing the dim morning light, the silver-haired young man opened the door and saw a small wild flower placed at the door.

He raised his eyebrows, bent down and picked up the wild flower, not hiding his good mood at all.

Canaan's ability is undoubtedly stronger than Orelius's, as they are both connected to those sounds. What is the principle behind this? Once he has cured the original body, Mason would not mind studying it in depth.

He walked out of the hospital and headed straight for the territory. With energy as a base, Mason flew out directly, even skipping the meal.

After all, this flesh coil had no digestive organs and was simply imitating humans. With full acceleration, he arrived at the destination in just one day.

The red-haired young man in the territory suddenly seemed to sense something and looked up into the sky.

"What's the matter, Oreius?"

Olih, who had established a blood connection with him, was the first to notice that something was wrong with him. The former frowned and said, "I have a bad feeling... I'd better leave now."

"You want to leave?"

“Stop!”

Hearing Rambo's question, Ricks almost jumped three feet high. He still remembered that the Noble Association was looking for Orelius! Yaan's plan was good, but no one thought that the young man had pollutants that could be transmitted. Now that the other party ran away, how would he explain it when he returned?

The man appealed to her emotions and reasoned with her: "You brought us here, so you have to take us back safely, right?"

"Sorry, I'll come back to apologize to you later."

A flash of intuition made Oreius determined to turn around and leave regardless of other people's obstruction. Not long after he left, a patch of white appeared in the evening sky.

It was a flash of energy that exploded at high speed, so fast that it arrived in an instant. When the people in the town discovered it, the flash fell at an extremely fast speed, covering the entire town.

The creeping vines stretched and meandered, following the breath of those who left and found the bloodline people in the house. A hazy figure appeared in the center of the energy. He took a step forward and scanned the faces of everyone, but did not find the person he was looking for.

"Where is Aurelius?"

Several people looked at each other, and the priest in white robes seemed to see through their thoughts: "Ya'an has already told me the matter. Take me to find the cursed child."

"The Lord has not returned yet. If you want to see Master Mason, you need their permission."

The loyal knight refused. The priest thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't have that much time, and I don't intend to hurt the child. I want to find him because it is very likely that Aurelius came here because of him."

"Orelius was once a sickly child. His loving parents were too busy traveling and died while collecting herbs. Christine, who traveled to a secret place, saved him. So whenever he met someone in a similar situation, he would take the initiative to help them."

Canaan's voice paused slightly, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his brows.

"Although he didn't want to admit it, he probably expected me to come here because he knew I would never give up on any human being."

Ricks, who had met him before, immediately understood what he meant: "Can you cure that child?"

"I will do my best."

At this point, things became very clear. Ronald was stunned, and after Ricks' explanation, he was filled with ecstasy.

Since the pollution in Ya'an City can be solved by the other party, the black fog curse should be easier to deal with.

Master Mason is saved!

He wanted to bring the two lords back right now. This was a rare opportunity, and he had the assurance of a comrade-in-arms who would live and die together. The knight thought for a moment and simply nodded and agreed: "Please follow me."

He entrusted the grand banquet he had planned to prepare to his trusted subordinates. Ronald called two carriages, loaded everyone in, and drove the carriages himself, rushing out of the town.

"The two lords don't like crowded places, so they set up their residence outside the town."

The knight's voice came through the curtain, explaining the bad environment with some apology. The carriage without shock absorbers was extremely bumpy, but fortunately, the bloodline people were strong and would not get carsick. Only Mason avoided being hit on the head, thinking that when he woke up, he must repair the road here. He couldn't bear such torture.

Unlike the golden fingers in novels, the vests brought from the land of stars cannot be taken back directly. They are like real people born into this world, and there is no such thing as taking them and putting them away at will.

There was no other choice, so Mason could only let Orelius squat in the grove to avoid being seen.

As for the main body, as long as the two vests leave here and never mention the relevant matters again, it will not have any impact except that it will become a topic that is circulated for a while.

About fifteen minutes later, the carriage stopped and Ronald took the initiative to lift the curtain for them, revealing the scenery outside.

Mason looked up and saw that the castle was located in the mountains, surrounded by lush vegetation. Through the iron gate, he could see the quiet garden inside. The overall area was smaller than he had imagined. At this time, a gardener was pruning flowers in the garden and saw someone coming. Old Mai's gardener carefully identified the identity and hurriedly came to greet him.

"Lord Ronald, why are you here?"

"I brought a doctor with me." Ronald casually put the reins in his hand. "Where are the others?"

"I'm working inside. John has been getting lazy lately. Martha is in the kitchen. Do you want me to bring her over?"

The gardener complained a few words and led the horse away. The old man was used to the doctor coming to the castle from time to time. He looked around at everyone and his expression became more respectful.

Ronald waved his hand. As the baron who had supported the territory in recent years, he had considerable prestige. "I'll take them in directly."

After saying this, the knight politely motioned for everyone to follow him and stepped into this still young castle.

"This castle was built specifically to prevent others from disturbing Master Mason, so it is relatively small. Everyone else please go to the hall to rest. Master Mason is in poor health and needs to see as few outsiders as possible."

Ronald explained with apology, and Rambo and the others followed his instructions. The knight took off his helmet and personally led Mason to wipe the clean floor. The decoration inside the castle was relatively simple and not overly elaborate.

There were few servants walking around, and Mason took note of the map inside the castle. As he got closer, he couldn't help but get excited.

The knight's footsteps finally stopped at a room on the highest floor of the castle. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the tightly closed door. The bitter smell of medicine and the decayed breath of a dying person rushed to his face, which immediately reminded Mason of the painful time when he was lying on the bed.

Ronald carefully lit the candle. In the flickering candlelight, Mason saw his own face for the first time when he entered the room, and a description suddenly popped up in his mind.

He seemed to be lying in a satin coffin.

Anyone who saw this young man would think he was already dead. Only the weak gasping breath like a leak could prove that he was still alive. Even Mason himself found it incredible that he had survived to this day with such a hard-working body. He reached out and touched the original's forehead. The silver-haired young man lowered his eyes, and the depths of his pupils were filled with light.

Boundless energy condensed into a solid in the room, and then continuously poured into the boy's body. Canaan was the most outstanding therapist, repairing the internal injuries and connecting the broken nerves. He skillfully filled and repaired all the gaps one by one. The knight held his breath and watched this scene, as if he had seen a real miracle.

The boy's breathing slowed down visibly and his face regained color. This was the first time Ronald saw him breathe so easily.

How happy the lord would be if he saw this! The knight couldn't help but smile, but he was afraid that his laughter would disturb them, so he could only watch the scene silently.

The translucent petals merged into the boy's body, transforming into thousands of fine threads that penetrated his blood and bones, deliberately searching for the scent of food.

It was the black mist that overflowed from his bone marrow, gradually destroying the boy's body. This shouldn't be a normal phenomenon - he had never seen black mist coming out of a human body in all his time in this world. Mason frowned slightly, swallowing the black mist while looking for the source.

Following the veins of bones and blood vessels to the source, the swirling breath finally found its target. It was a black tumor that accumulated under the boy's heart and pressed against his lungs. With the beating of his heart, it continuously released black mist, blending into the flowing blood and destroying this fragile body.

What is this?

The filaments lingered around the tumor for a moment, and the only thing that could be distinguished was the highly concentrated black mist on the outside. They resolutely penetrated into it, and the black surface was soon covered with white filaments.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

An unknown phantom heartbeat sound was heard, and Ronald looked around alertly, but could not track down its source.

In a place he couldn't see, countless fleshy fibers in the silver-haired youth's body were beating in unison, greedily absorbing the pollution. The black tumor soon became only the size of a little finger. But the remaining part resisted many times more stubbornly, and the black mist intertwined and blocked it to almost form a solid body.

The priest remained unmoved. He leaned closer to the boy and poured more power into his body. The thin silk was like a knife, cutting open the narrow tumor.

"ah!!"

Screams escaped the boy's mouth uncontrollably, his face twisted, his muscles twitching. Ronald almost rushed forward, but reason stopped him. The priest, whose face was also pale, felt the intense pain from his original body, and became even more ruthless.

With the repaired respiratory system, he no longer has to worry about suffocation. Even if it hurts, it doesn’t matter. He must solve this problem today!

The silver-haired young man had a cold and hard face, and his hands were steady and crisp. In the intense pain of being cut by thousands of knives, the black mist surrounding the tumor was finally polished away bit by bit, revealing a lead-gray sphere. It was half-real and half-virtual, with a pupil-like vertical seam in the center, like a channel, steadily transmitting black mist outward.

Sphere?

Mason stared at the strange little ball in a daze, and found a string of characters clearly engraved next to the vertical seam: 98212 (Energy Draining).

What is this?

What on earth is this!

“Guji…”

Just as he was shocked, the small ball suddenly made an extremely disgusting sound. After losing the black mist, the ball flipped over and suddenly expanded in size!

The body that had been repaired with great difficulty swelled up like a balloon, and was even more damaged. Although there was no black mist, this body was on the verge of mutation.

Mason saw the characters change to: 98212 (destroy the parasite). His scalp tingled for a moment, and without thinking, he pushed Canaan's huge power as hard as he could!

Thousands of silvery white threads rushed up and entangled the sphere. They devoured and isolated it, compressing the black mist layer by layer. Even so, Mason still felt uneasy, so he wrapped another layer of white threads on the outside, artificially creating a similar environment. The sphere vibrated and hummed for a while, but finally calmed down.

Mason was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. He observed for a long time before patching up his body bit by bit. After he had patched up everything, he tried to move his consciousness back.

The frail boy lying on the bed struggled to open his eyes. He took a breath with difficulty, and vaguely saw his long silver hair flowing down like a river in front of his eyes, sliding gracefully onto the pillow. Under the dim candlelight, it seemed like a cage that isolated a small space, enough to capture anyone's sight.

This was the first time that Mason saw the face he had sculpted from this perspective. The sapphire eyes of the holy man reflected his pale and weak face. As the boy woke up, Canaan's face was filled with a hint of joy. Even Oleus, who was far away in the grove, showed a brilliant smile at this moment.

I'm really awake...I can control this body!

I don't have to lie in bed anymore!

The boy opened his eyes wide, his heart pounding. He couldn't stop wanting to laugh, couldn't stop wanting to scream! His heart was filled with endless joy, but tears fell first.

As long as he can wake up, this body may be soft and weak, but it is more reassuring than a vest! This is his own body, it belongs to him!

The heavy feeling of reality made Mason feel satisfied. After more than a month of hard work, he finally took his first step in this world!

Canaan reached out to wipe away the tears from his silent entity. He took a step back, turned to look at the uneasy Ronald, and nodded slightly.

Ronald's eyes widened, wanting to get closer but hesitant. Until he walked closer and saw the boy's wide eyes, the knight's heart was shocked, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

“It’s good that you’ve woken up… It’s good that you’ve woken up…!”

The knight almost choked up. After so many years, the child finally woke up! The lord and his friends will surely be very happy to come back!

His nose was sore, and he turned around and knelt heavily on one knee in front of the silver-haired young man. The sound of his knee hitting the ground made his heart skip a beat. Such a familiar scene made the ecstatic Mason a little indifferent. The next second, he heard the knight's joyful voice as expected.

"Thank you for your willingness to lend a hand to my lord, Mr. Canaan! I will always remember your help. Without violating the principles, I, Knight Ronald, swear in the name of the Dabernacle family that I will repay you for this favor."

...Knights! A minister cannot serve two masters. How can one kneel before two people?

Mason thought helplessly, staring at the ceiling above his head, with a genuine smile unconsciously appearing in his eyes.