Amerah

After making sure that the red-haired youth remembered this, Rambo pulled the others out to talk to them alone. Mason wanted to eavesdrop, but after thinking about it, he decided to sit there and wait for Rambo and the last person to come back and announce the dinner.

The group sat in a shabby courtyard at the edge of the village, not even disturbing the original residents, and had to rely on themselves to survive. But this was different from the previous survival on the grassland. With a chef, they could live a good life even in the poor mountains and bad waters.

The meat was cooked to perfection, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the smell was reduced by the picked spices. The rough dry grains were processed into soup, and with the stewed wild vegetables, one mouthful warmed my whole body.

Sometimes Mason wondered if Rambo was able to take the initiative all the time because of his delicious meals.

Even the well-informed Shaken was full of praise for Rambo's craftsmanship. The middle-aged man once again captured the hearts and stomachs of the entire team and became a well-deserved leader.

While eating, Mason put his increased mental power into the other vests and the main body. It was as if a layer of fog was wiped away from his eyes, and his senses suddenly became clear. The three scenes clearly flooded into his mind.

In the castle, the person lying on the bed is being baptized by maternal love. A gentle and virtuous woman is sitting beside the bed, telling him stories in a soft voice to cheer him up.

In the room, Canaan, who had just woken up, was adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror. Through the reflection of the mirror, one could see paper and pen on the table behind him. It seemed that he was planning to write a mission report about the goblin.

In the yard, Aurelius held a piece of barbecue in each hand and kept stuffing it into his mouth while talking to his companions...

All kinds of information were analyzed by Mason. If he had previously used a slow CPU to process the vest, now he could finally do it on the same screen.

This was a bit of a surprise, but Mason's previous experience had enabled him to deal with the three screens at the same time. He adjusted the details between the different bodies in order to make the gap between the three bigger.

The original's eyes trembled slightly, and then he gave his mother a faint smile, which made the latter respond happily.

Canaan turned around and sat at the table, writing down the key points that needed to be emphasized: The spheres that can transmit black mist encountered in the book need special attention.

He hesitated for a moment, picking up the pen, and still did not write more content. However, he couldn't help but connect it with the strange sphere in his body, and thought about how to secretly guide the church to conduct research and tracking on this.

After quickly dealing with these things, Oleus came back to his senses and swallowed the last piece of barbecue in one gulp. He wiped his mouth, and a lively emotion emerged in his dark golden pupils.

All the vests were under control, and the extended perception made Mason feel like he was flying, and his soul was floating lightly in the air. This feeling was wonderful. He concentrated his attention, controlled Oreius's body, picked up the soup and drank it all in one breath, then stood up with an eager look on his face: "What should we do next?"

Rambo looked down at the soup in his bowl, making sure that he had not put any stimulants in it. "We are already moving fast enough, and we need to rest for a while. Let Shatria test everyone for contamination."

The angel hybrid nodded and quietly finished the soup in her hand. She stood up and walked around the group, her green eyes gleaming with pure color.

A strange power surged out from the girl, brushing across everyone's cheeks as light as a feather, examining everyone's situation.

When passing by the red-haired young man, Shatlia paused slightly, with a look of surprise on her face. She carefully observed him for a while, as if she was hesitating about something.

The other party looked back: "What's wrong?"

Shatlia shook her head: "...No, it's nothing, you are healthy."

She looked like she wanted to say something else, but remained silent. After the test, Shatria took out several pills from her bag, put them into disposable syringes, and injected everyone except Mason.

When it was Shaken's turn, he waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "I can't do it. I don't get along with church things."

Shatlia did not insist, but injected the drug into her arm. As the syringe was pushed forward, the translucent liquid merged into the blood, and the expressions of several people all relaxed, appearing to be very adaptable.

It seems that this thing also comes from the church... It really has a monopoly in this area. I wonder if Canaan can make a fortune by relying on the pollution purification industry in the future.

Mason pulled himself out of the resonance. Since there was no need to pretend now, he just acted according to his own ideas: "When do we leave?"

"...are you some kind of mission-crazed person?"

Shatlia looked at him with an indescribable look and changed to honorifics: "Let me remind you, sir, we went to three locations yesterday and experienced tough battles, and you were injured more than once. Although you have a strong self-healing ability, please ensure adequate nutrition and rest, otherwise this will be a fatal blow to your health."

"Well, I'm just in a hurry..."

Isn't this one person doing the work of three people? Time is tight. Mason touched his nose awkwardly, and under the girl's gaze of "Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?", he still obediently made a gesture to zip up his mouth.

"Okay, okay, I won't rush you. Just do whatever you want to do and leave when you are supposed to. I will definitely follow orders."

The doctor, who had fulfilled his duty, withdrew his gaze.

Mason approached Rambo sullenly. "Since there's no way to go now, tell me the information about the mission location."

"I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about participating in the mission, but on this point, I share the same idea with Shatlia. Given the special location of the mission we're going to, I suggest you keep a good mood in advance."

Rambo cleaned up the dishes without raising his head, and said calmly: "In fact, because the count's territory is too large, I don't know the specific situation of each region. All the information comes from professionals."

The red-haired young man obediently helped him clean the table, carrying the cutlery and following the middle-aged man like a little tail: "That must be something useful, right? At least tell me the information about the baron?"

"I think you know him better than I do. After all, you've been with him in real life, even though it was only for a short time."

Mason was stunned when he heard this, and he quickly scanned the list in his mind. He didn't know many bloodline people, so when he realized who the other party was talking about, the young man widened his eyes slightly.

"...Amira?"

When Aurelius first came to this world, he helped the small village escape disaster. But obviously, temporary help cannot solve the problem.

"Yes. I know you helped them solve a crisis, but unfortunately that was only part of the following anomaly. At that time, Baron Amira inspected the area and reported to us that there was no anomaly. Combined with the situation at the time and the problem of insufficient personnel, Ya'an City did not send a separate team to confirm it. Now it seems that the decision was wrong."

"What happened then?"

The two walked into the kitchen one after the other, and Rambo put the tableware into the sink.

"At that time, Ya'an City was suddenly parasitized by the offspring of the worm queen. Two guardians of the world tree descended and assisted us in solving the problem. However, the subsequent treatment still took up a lot of energy for Ya'an City. In order to ensure that there were no remnants left, the bloodline people investigated for a week, so it was difficult to provide support."

One of the guardians of the World Tree suddenly fell silent. Rambo said without even turning his head: "But under such circumstances, the Earl still fulfilled his promise immediately and let the three of us accompany you to fulfill the agreement. The Earl really values ​​you very much."

"I was really moved, but talking about this in this situation makes me feel pressured."

The young man organized his words, trying to make a joke but failing to laugh. He was silent for a while, but finally had to admit it frankly.

"I don't think the destruction of Baron Amira's village has anything to do with me. I helped them and they sent me to Ya'an. It was a mutual benefit. And I also completed the contract with the earl. From beginning to end, neither of us did anything wrong."

"If I have to say it, I'm just a little upset."

"What are you upset about?"

"At the time, I didn't understand the significance of such a monster appearing nearby, so I just killed a tainted beast. If it were me now, I might try to find the root cause. Where did they come from and what was their purpose. But for me at that time, I had more important things to do, so I don't regret it."

The red-haired young man thought for a while, and there was no emotion in his tone from beginning to end.

"Maybe I'm just a little unwilling. If they were just strangers, even if I knew they were dead, I might just sigh with pity and then devote myself to the mission. Because they have nothing to do with me. But when I really realize that the people I have been with have died, those blurred faces will replace their faces. This makes me realize very clearly that some of the people I have seen are already dead."

"Since you think so, I'm relieved. Many people would feel guilty about this kind of mission, which would cause unnecessary problems. I judge that you can accept the next mission."

Rambo stopped making deliberate remarks. He washed the dishes, wiped them carefully, and put them back in the storage box. It was hard to describe how Mason felt when he first discovered that he was carrying these dishes with him, but the middle-aged man obviously didn't care.

He called out, and a pretty girl with blond hair and blue eyes came in and stuck her head into the door frame: "What's the matter, Rambo?"

"Notify the others to gather. The mental status test of the personnel has been completed. We are ready to set off."

After saying this, Rambo turned to look at Mason, his tone was unquestionable and affirmative: "The portal can go directly through, right?"

"I see, you don't like riding in carriages, do you?"

The red-haired young man smiled helplessly, and the two of them left the kitchen and waited for everyone to arrive. Mason raised his hand and pressed on the door frame. Following the call in his consciousness, the portal quickly arrived. Thick black mist surged out of the void and enveloped the entire door. Mason bit his finger and dripped scarlet blood on the door, which was greedily absorbed by the pollutant.

The smell of this pollutant was obviously stronger than when it was first seen, and its attitude towards the young man became more and more flattering. Countless red patterns unfolded along the door panel, and the portal was extremely respectful, and enthusiastically uttered a lot of corny words: "I am happy to serve you. Where do you want to go? My lord, even if it is the deepest part of the black fog, I will take you there at the risk of being shattered to pieces!"

"stop."

As soon as Mason finished speaking, the pollutant immediately obeyed the order, and only the surging mist proved that it had not left. The former was helpless against this flattering pollutant, and reported the approximate location according to memory, and the portal quickly began to look for a jump point. After a moment, it said softly, "Hmm?"

"I found the place you mentioned, but it's a little strange, as if it's resisting the black fog. I can't send you there directly..."

The portal paused for a moment, then added: "But I can send you to the nearest place. That power is very weak and will not have much impact on us."

Who will stand up to the Black Mist in a town that has already been destroyed? Only the returning Baron Amira!

He's still alive? Mason had a good impression of this gentle bloodline. But before he could feel happy, he found that Osk, who had been very quiet, raised his head and purple electricity jumped on his arm.

He had only seen the other side in combat, but Osk did not explain. The others also turned a blind eye. Rambo confirmed the location and said, "Let's go."

Osk was the first to walk in, followed by the others. As they stepped into the portal, a broken wooden door covered with blood and bite marks at the edge of the village suddenly began to emit black mist. It creaked open, and a foot stepped out.

"Bang!"

Mason felt the entire door jump up because of the heavy collision sound, and a thrust came from the black mist inside the door, almost urging them out. The strong current continued to expand, and finally formed a solid shield from top to bottom. Osk stood there expressionlessly, his back like a silent and heavy mountain.

Opposite him, across from him, was a shield made of thunder. Countless branches as thick as arms hit the shield hard, and each blow caused the shield to break and crack. Osk raised his head with a serious expression: "You go first."

The portal disappeared with a whoosh, and the person who ran away came faster than he did.

When it disappeared, the frequency of the tree branch attacks actually decreased a lot. Osk raised his arms, his purple hair fluttering, lightning flashing, and his voice was as deep as a rock: "Satria."

The brown-haired girl responded and actually ran towards the man. She trotted a few steps, jumped up nimbly, and landed on the man's shoulder with her toes. The next second, the girl closed her eyes and a graceful sound came out of her throat.

The next second, a pair of phantom white wings appeared behind her. Shatria opened her eyes, and a sacred golden light appeared in them.

"Sleep in peace, suffering soul."

Her voice was soft and her manner was dignified. Her originally delicate features were covered with a layer of soft light, and wherever her voice reached, the branches of the trees slowly drooped to the ground.

"With the guidance of the goddess, may you calm your resentment and anger."

Mason almost thought he had misheard the name in the prayer. But this was not the end. A low, hoarse call suddenly came from the rustling of the faded branches.

"...Shatlia?"

This was a sound Mason had heard before.

That was Amira's voice.