Become a bloodline

When the two arrived at the square, the red-haired young man had just pressed another dragonborn to the ground. There was a heavy sound when the flesh hit the ground.

Oreius stepped on the opponent's lower abdomen, and the sweat that rolled down his chin soaked his clothes. He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat with the back of his hand, and looked at the others defiantly.

"Come again!"

The new dragonborn flapped their wings and flew to the opposite side of him, taking a fighting stance. Although these dragonborn were strong, they were no match for the young man. The two sides were just practicing, and they fought each other in an instant.

Compared to the hardworking humans, the young dragon next to it was extremely promiscuous. It took off its external armor, and two dragonborns were holding bone-nourishing essential oils and carefully wiping the dragon's bones.

Seeing Bai, the Bone Dragon's eyes widened immediately, and he approached excitedly: "Now I am taller than you!"

The boy stood behind the profiteer, too lazy to argue with the dragon. The thick snake tail had been replaced by human legs. He stood on the ground a little uncomfortably, and his gratitude to the profiteer deepened.

Long kept nagging around him: "Hey, pay attention to me."

He then raised his eyes and said coldly: "I have a name, my name is Bai."

"I also have a name. My name is Nidhogg! Have you heard of this name? It is a name that only the most powerful dragon can have..."

I don't know if it's a side effect of the fusion of soul and body, but the bone dragon is now extremely talkative. No one except the group of dragon descendants can tolerate it. Bai stood there motionless, staring at the black-robed merchant in front of him without blinking, and ignored its words.

Long was tired of talking and stopped talking angrily: "Why don't you pay attention to me?"

Boy: “Annoyed.”

Nidhogg: "......"

The eavesdropping profiteer almost couldn't hold back his laughter, but luckily he restrained himself in time. He slowly walked to the side of the ring and stood with the Dragonborn leader to watch the game.

This golden dragon is not only the strongest in the guard team, but also has a special identity: he is Edward's uncle and the sender of the pile of letters in the dragon's room. He took the initiative to join the guard team because of the relationship between the young dragon and Edward. Looking at the lively little dragon in front of him, he sighed.

"Edward was also very lively when he was a child. My elder brother and his wife died early, so I took care of him since he was a child. Seeing His Highness Nidhogg is like seeing my nephew."

The profiteer chuckled: "This is probably the continuation of the soul. Its birth depends on Mr. Edward, your new nephew."

Some dragons seem to have died tragically and heroically, but in fact they are on the rise and never want to leave, leaving their uncles dejected and sad. What a heartless little bastard.

Nidhogg, who was arguing with Bai, sneezed and flew over to the two of them to please them: "He bullied me!"

The boy who followed closely saw it actually complaining to its owner, and frowned and said, "I didn't."

"You have!"

"I didn’t."

"have!"

"not."

The older dragon had to intervene and gently separate the two. The young dragon pitifully fell into his arms, shouting, "Uncle bullied me!"

"Okay, okay, Your Highness Nighold, you can't have conflicts with your friends."

The Dragon Clan touched his head and gave a gentle and amiable lecture. The profiteer watched for a while and then silently looked away.

It can only be said that some things have not been exposed thanks to the deep filters of the dragon descendants. Since these dragons think there is no problem, there is no need for him to intervene.

Apart from other things, the addition of the Dragon Guards has greatly increased the strength of Zhizhen. Looking around, the whole town is thriving. Mason felt relieved and thought to himself that I am also very capable.

As things were solved one by one, he had some free time. Bai's experience sounded a wake-up call to Mason, making him think about whether he should also give his original body a bloodline.

Although the bloodline will be more seriously polluted, he is still an unknown ordinary person now, and there is no need for him to face the danger personally. But in this world, strength is the foundation of survival. It is better to prepare early than late.

It just so happened that there were abundant monster resources in the black fog. During this period of rest and development, in addition to the regular tasks, Mason did the most to run into the black fog.

After careful planning and searching, he finally targeted a rare monster.

This monster is called "Mother of Brooding". It looks like a floating jellyfish. It is a mutant plant that only appears in border areas and can absorb a large amount of pollution. At the same time, it is extremely sensitive to the environment. If the concentration of black fog is too high or too low, it will cause its death.

It usually travels on the wind, carrying a large number of spores in its tentacles. When it encounters danger, it will quickly hatch spores to protect itself.

The pollution it can tolerate when performing blood rituals is very low, and it can also control the growth of plants, and its vitality is very strong. Except for its weak direct combat ability, it is a good choice for the current Mason.

It took him three full days to find and kill a suitable brooding mother, and the profiteer took the corpse and teleported it directly back to the territory. Canaan found the most suitable ritual process in the library, and then the main body and the knight Ronald successfully drew it in the territory.

The black-robed merchant walked out of the cave and magically took out a shriveled plant from his sleeve. The tentacles of the jellyfish were made up of dense roots, and the translucent jellyfish cap was the branches. Every time it entered the breeding season, a flower-like pattern would appear on the branches.

Ronald could tell its grade at a glance and couldn't help but praise it, "This [Brooding Mother] is in very good condition. It has gone through at least three breeding periods and its grade is very close to B grade. What's rare is that the pollution is only D grade, which is dangerous but not fatal to ordinary people. You are worthy of being Mr. Profitable Merchant. Many people will want it if you show it to others."

This is the best material Mason can prepare within his ability. The price of the profiteer is too high, and the territory can't afford it. The monster pollution in the depths of the black fog is too high, and he still has a time bomb hidden in his heart, so he dare not act rashly.

Mason swallowed his saliva and watched Ronald put the "Mother of Incubation" into the magic circle with rare nervousness. The magic circle drawn with special materials glowed slightly, and the whole plant melted into a pool of translucent frozen matter, incorporating the carefully drawn patterns.

The young man stripped naked and walked in. Wisps of black mist overflowed from the magic circle and seeped into his body. The lead-gray sphere below the heart suddenly trembled, and a large amount of black mist surged out from the vertical seams. The silver threads transformed by Canaan's power swallowed it up and wrapped it tighter. Both sides used the young man's body as a battlefield and launched a fierce tug-of-war.

Mason was sweating all over, his heart aching like fire, and he bit his lips until they bled without noticing. At the same time, a cool feeling spread from the soles of his feet. The frozen substance seemed to have life and crawled up his calves. The monster seemed to come alive again and began to devour his body and soul.

In the excitement of both ice and fire, something in the depths of his consciousness trembled slightly. Mason vaguely saw the stars in the Land of Stars begin to flow, and the countless stars were cast into his thoughts, easily knocking out a small piece of foreign consciousness. The leaves of the World Tree rustled, purifying its remains into a gentle force, and merged with the boy's soul.

He transformed himself into a seed buried deep in the soil, struggling to reach upwards, and finally grew into a tender sprout. But what greeted him was not sunshine and rain, but eternal black fog.

So the plant changed its way of survival and began to rely on absorbing pollution to survive. As it grew, it gradually became unwilling to be confined by the earth.

A seedling is too weak and anyone can easily destroy or kill it. In order to survive better, plants begin to imitate all kinds of things they see, and they become more active.

One day, the plant encountered something that could change its life.

He saw a dark cloud slowly sliding across the sky. No, it was not a dark cloud, but a huge transparent monster. Its appearance was like a jellyfish, with black mist surging between its thousands of drooping tentacles, like drifting clouds, catalyzing countless pollutions with its breath. But even such a terrifying giant could only be reduced to a mount. A person sat on top of it, like a king leading an army in person.

Everything about him was shrouded in black mist, and his gender was vaguely discernible. A shudder surged from the heart of the plant, urging it to bow down and worship.

Wherever he passed, all monsters submitted; the black mist was driven by him, and death bowed its head.

The Lord of Monsters cast a casual glance at the ground, and countless creatures changed under his gaze, including this tiny plant.

He broke away from the soil, greedily absorbing the black mist in the air. His roots floated like a jellyfish, and his body became transparent and light.

The newly born monster subconsciously followed the footsteps of the Monster Lord and flew forward with all its might. But it was too small and weak, and it was inconspicuous among the tens of millions of monsters. The wind from the bird-beast's flapping wings sent it powerlessly away. It could only watch helplessly as the opponent led countless monsters to the edge of the black fog.

In the aimless drift, the freed plant began to observe the world with its own eyes and derived ways to protect itself. It produced numerous spores, which were classified and catalyzed into different types: shields for protection, small poisons for attack, and collecting tentacles responsible for absorbing more pollution...

But its essence is still that fragile plant. If it leaves the black fog, it will lose nutrients and die. It cannot go deeper, so it can only wander at the edge of the border with the wind, giving birth to new seeds before it dies.

Mason savored his life as a plant, starting with the first gust of wind when new shoots sprouted, and learning how to use his tentacles to catch the mist. The flowing mist became clear in his eyes, and the wind changed direction depending on the concentration of the mist. He easily mastered how to ride the wind to find food.

At the same time, he also saw himself.

The black mist exhaled by the ball broke through the silver thread and peeked at the living being. Mason looked at the scattered tiny black mists and suddenly felt extremely hungry. He carefully wrapped it with transparent tentacles and slowly swallowed it according to his memory.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction rose from his heart, prompting him to eat more and faster. It was not until he heard a faint whisper in his ear that Mason had to stop eating temporarily. He endured the pain in his temples and sighed softly like a person who had never eaten enough and finally got satisfied, and a smile appeared on his face.

Twisted, crazy, and vicious.

The smile on his lips was mild, yet it revealed an endless madness. The boy's face was completely distorted, and no sound escaped from his grinning lips, as if he was performing an exaggerated and crazy comedy.

The transparent gelatinous substance climbed up, covering the human's face and entering through the seven holes. Ronald silently watched this bizarre and terrifying scene, and sighed softly in his heart.

His young master finally took this path.

Bloodline is not the end, but the beginning. If ignorance is bliss, then accepting this power is the beginning of all misfortune.

After the last drop of gelatin merged into his body, Mason slowly opened his eyes. He felt so good that he could even see the dust in the air a few meters away. The blood ritual transformed his body from the inside out. The power left by Canaan weakened the pollution to the extreme, providing good nutrition for the new blood.

The skin that had been exposed to the sun was flawless and without any wounds. When he stepped out of the magic circle, the bones all over his body made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if a machine that had not been lubricated for a long time began to operate.

The boy exhaled heavily, feeling extremely refreshed. This was completely different from the feeling when he used the vest. Even though the vest had the power to change the world, Mason still felt a little excited from his own progress.

The blond knight put aside his distracting thoughts and smiled at the excited man.

"Congratulations, Master Mason, welcome to join the ranks of the Bloodline."

"Thank you, Ronald."

Mason clenched his right hand, feeling the power surging from his body, and felt a little excited for a moment.

He tried to mobilize the power in his body and released the newly formed spores, which turned into a translucent dagger.

These spores need some time to mature and can form three forms: attack, defense, and absorption. Mason estimated that he could mature one spore in about three days.

Not fast, but enough. The same energy can also be used to grow other crops. With him and Roland, the pollution-free plant cultivation business is promising.

Ronald waited until he finished testing his abilities before turning to thank the profiteer: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Profiteer."

Without the other party's help, this bloodline ceremony would never have been so perfect. The knight repeatedly raised his status in his heart, and the black-robed merchant waved his hand: "This is a reasonable deal."

He just stopped by to take a look. Canaan watched the ceremony and Oreis prepared the materials, so how could he charge for it?

Mason worked hard to get interest from Blessing, and finally did not reach the necessary conditions of the transaction, saving a sum of money. He was in a good mood and put on the clothes handed to him by the knight.

"Mr. Swindler, you have just returned. The river has been cleaned up not long ago. We are all looking forward to your return to see the water flow."

In order to hold the blood ceremony, he deliberately postponed the water supply time. While the townspeople were waiting for the profiteer to return, they were looking forward to another thing, although Mason already knew it clearly. The black-robed merchant still smiled and replied: "Oh? Has it been repaired? Let's go and take a look today."

As soon as they walked out of the house, a sharp-eyed town resident spotted the three people. He hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Swindler is back!"

"Mr. Profiteer is back?"

"Great! I've been wanting to buy a new axe for a long time. The one old Pique has is never enough."

The townspeople crowded around the profiteer, completely leaving the two most senior people in the town aside. The linen-haired bloodline and the knight looked at each other, and finally smiled helplessly.

"The townspeople also miss Mr. Swindler."

"Well, they have already regarded Mr. Profiteer as the blood of this town."

This kind of relationship is not bad. The two of them moved a little further away, and the black-robed merchant patiently answered the townspeople's questions, and was surrounded by them as they walked to the square.

A tall building suddenly appeared before my eyes. It was two stories higher than the other wooden houses. It was filled with neatly arranged shelves and the windows were hung with woven round ornaments.

This pendant originated from the ritual of the god of wealth and commerce. Merchants would ask someone to weave this pendant before setting off on a journey to express their blessings. It is said that the more people weave it, the more afraid robbers and monsters will be.

The profiteer reached out and touched the ornaments. Some of them were made of red ropes and some were made of straw ropes. They were obviously made by different people. The townspeople explained nervously.

"There aren't enough materials in town, so this is all we can do. The craftsmanship of the craftsmen is impeccable. Mr. Ronald and the Bloodline Masters helped cut down the trees, and Master Mason drew the blueprints."

"Thank you for your help, I love it here."

The scarlet paint flows happily, outlining a happy smile. The profiteer steps into the Chamber of Commerce building like a free-spirited musician.

As he walked, crystal clear plants hung from the ceiling, and the round flowers emitted a gentle glow. Countless goods jumped onto the shelves and arranged themselves into categories.

Food, tools, furs, sundries...the goods are labeled and wait neatly for others to buy or transport them.

The black-robed merchant walked to the back of the Chamber of Commerce, where there was a wooden counter for settlement. He knocked on the table, and the other party began to sing.

"Welcome to the Merchants' Guild, we have the best products!"

"Whether it's the terrifying black fog or the town, we'll be by your side. Just hand Robbie over to us and you'll be rewarded!"

The fluorescent plants swayed and laughed. In the days before the Dark Mist, they were called "fairy lanterns" and would only grow where fairies were. The cheerful songs spread out the door, causing the townspeople to exclaim in surprise.

“It’s amazing!”

The profiteer turned around with a smile, and when he walked out of the house, the house behind him had completely changed. Various weapons and decorations were hung on the walls, showing exquisite ideas everywhere. The goods and shelves behind him sang in unison, it was really a happy and melodious song.

The linen-haired boy's eyes flickered slightly, silently driving the plants outside the wooden house to grow. The seeds and green grass buried deep in the soil sprouted and branches, and small clusters of flowers bloomed around the wooden house.

His face turned pale as his strength was drained, but Ronald reached out to support him in time. The knight used his body as support and whispered, "You just became a bloodline, be nice to yourself."

The boy smiled at him and whispered, "I see everyone is very happy."

“It’s really amazing.”

The fresh scent of flowers wafted in the wind. The black-robed businessman stood at the door and raised his hand to signal that the astonished crowd quieted down. He first made an invitation gesture to Mason and Ronald, and the two happily stepped forward. The profiteer smiled and said, "Are you two interested in participating in the naming ceremony?"

The two of them said without hesitation: "Of course."

"That's great!"

The profiteer clapped his hands, and a piece of red silk fell from somewhere and covered the sign at the door. The two stood on either side of the sign, looking at the crowded townspeople below, and reached out to lift up the red silk.

The blank wooden signboard was covered with the words "The Merchants' Guild". At the same time, a bunch of small fireworks flew out from nowhere and exploded in the air. The townspeople cheered, "Lord Ronald!"

"Master Mason!"

"Mr. Profiteer!"

There were a lot of chaotic noises, and I didn't know who started it, but suddenly someone shouted, "New town!"

People laughed and shouted, "New town! This is our new town!"

The group of new bloodline members stood not far away and saw this scene. No-brain turned to Unhappy and said with a smile: "I suddenly like this place a little bit."

The latter glanced at him and said: "It's rare that you say something that you don't need to swallow."

"Hey! I'm still here, why are you saying bad things to my face?"

Roland, who was standing at the front, looked back at them. As the most trusted foreign bloodline person at present, he had the final say among the group. As soon as he spoke, the others calmed down a little.

"Let's go, it's our turn."

As they walked toward the crowd, the townspeople spontaneously made way for them. Roland said respectfully to Mason and the others, "Master Mason, we are ready."

The boy smiled and said, "Then let's go together."

The group walked towards the river. After a week of hard work by the Bloodline, the dry riverbed had become very clean. The Headless turned into a black bear and stood beside the boulder that blocked the river mouth with another Bloodline. The two of them growled, their muscles swelled, and suddenly punched the boulder!

The heavy rocks suddenly burst apart, and the river water surged into the tributaries. The debris and large creatures that came with the water were blocked by the wooden fences. The water was glittering with silver light, and schools of bone-eating fish easily moved forward through the gaps.

They didn't notice the spider webs that had merged into the river, and were chopped into pieces by the force of the current. The fish scrambled for the meat, and the sharp spider webs became the finest knives, easily cutting bones and meat.

The weavers made three fishing nets in total, set at a distance from each other, each one finer than the last. The bloodline members were on standby, and if they saw too many fish in a certain area, they would immediately attack, artificially reducing the impact on the fishing nets.

The gurgling water moistens the riverbed, and when the planting fields are built, the carcasses of these bone-eating fish will also become nutrients. When a better solution is found in the future and the water source is purified, they can still raise fish here.

After confirming that the last wave of impact had passed, the townspeople cheered. The bloodline members also smiled. Roland leaned over and scooped up a handful of river water, carefully checking the pollution content, and finally felt relieved.

"The cleaning was successful, Master Mason. Even if some bone-eating fish come over, it won't affect anything. We can first build a small planting field, and there will be a bloodline expert who is responsible for inducing the birth. We will be able to harvest the first batch of finished products in about a month."

"I'll join you, too."

Mason nodded in satisfaction. Once these plants matured, the caravan would have its initial cargo. He quickly planned: "Construction can be put on hold for now, as long as everyone's housing needs are met. The bloodline can serve as caravan guards, and we also need to select some towns to transport the cargo."

Roland had already noticed his change, so he was not surprised to hear him say that. He smiled and congratulated him, then turned to discuss which polluting plants were the most cost-effective to grow. The townspeople did not understand their discussion, but they all keenly grasped the information in it. Many smart and bold people approached the profiteer and began to recommend themselves.

"Mr. Swindler! What do you think of me? I'm very strong and one of the best in town."

"Mr. Profiteer, I used to be a militiaman, so I can keep watch for the caravan's safety."

"Mr. Profiteer..."

The black-robed merchant, who was surrounded by people, raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down. His tone was lively and cheerful, with a strong affinity. He pretended to be distressed and thought for a while: "Everyone is so enthusiastic that it is really difficult to make a decision. Let's do this. Anyone who is interested can come to the Chamber of Commerce to sign up tomorrow morning. I will pay according to the work. If there are bloodline people who want to be guards, I will also welcome them very much."

After hearing this, the bloodline's eyes lit up. Why did they come here in the first place? It was because of the powerful profiteers! They wanted to have a better future.

Everyone started discussing it eagerly. Mason looked at the scene and recalled what he saw in his blood consciousness.

A huge monster that covered the sky and the sun flew over the clouds. The king, whose face could not be seen clearly, sat on it. Wherever he looked, countless monster armies followed him. The black mist was its majesty.

This scene made him smell a familiar breath. Mason pondered for a moment, and his thoughts fell on the holy city far in the north.

The young man with long silver hair walked into the library, and the ball of light floating in the air automatically fell down and stopped beside him.

[Good afternoon, I am from the Library, how can I help you? ]

"I want to learn about taboos."

The ball of light turned blood red, and after a pause, it replied, "I have approved your authority, Holy Son Canaan, please come with me."