Blood Control

Li Xinyang once knew from a very young age that life could not be perfect.

He was not a lucky man in his previous life. But he was much better off than the lower class. He had both parents, although he had many problems. He had a wide but shallow circle of friends, but he also had one or two close friends. He had no ambitions and just wanted to live a life of idleness and wait for death. People around him said that he took things too lightly and never argued.

In fact, Li Xinyang just thinks that simple life, luxury cars and beautiful women are life, and he can handle it anyway. He has a very good quality, that is, no matter what happens, he will be happy or sad for a while and then continue to walk his own way. He never envies others.

But since he traveled through time and space and became Mason, he found that it was not easy to live. Even if he had a golden finger in his hand, he would still feel a sinking feeling in his heart when he knew the predicted date of his death.

"It can't be that simple..."

Young Master Mason was now mumbling to himself, even a little angry. He had tried so hard to survive, why was it still so difficult?

The knight who heard the voice raised his head cautiously, only to see a fire in the red-haired young man's eyes. The weak flame suppressed the surging, and even if it looked ordinary, at some point, a rebellious and reckless spirit would be revealed from his bones.

It's a fucked up world.

Mason gritted his teeth and held his breath. He couldn't understand why there were so many obstacles just living in this world. But he also figured it out - if he wanted to survive, he could only rely on himself! No matter what he encountered, he had to get through it!

The surging emotions were sensed along the connection. Ronald's heart contracted and he couldn't move his eyes away. He felt uneasy. There was almost a voice shouting in his ear - "Did you see it? He is fighting, he needs help, go to his side, and become his knight for his beliefs!"

If it weren't for his loyalty to the lord, Ronald would have kneeled down in front of him. The strong throbbing even made him a little dizzy, so that he didn't hear the other party's next question until he repeated it a second time.

"What is the relationship between this person and the being in the black mist?"

"I don't know either. But after he came, the two lords forbade anyone who knew about it to discuss the matter. I don't know when this rumor started to spread... but I think it's very likely that the viscount himself spread it."

Did they spread it themselves?

Mason frowned. He believed the rumor at first. He confronted Ya'an in person and almost caused a mutation in the opponent using the Cursed Day.

Now in Ya'an, he has more or less become a partner with the person behind Mr. and Mrs. Cross, and he must investigate the identity of that mysterious man.

After several minutes of thinking, Mason finally noticed the abnormal look in the knight's eyes. He looked at him with eyes full of desire, as if he would die without hesitation at the command.

Sorry, Ronald, this is really important to me. Mason felt guilty. This kind of villain-like ability really makes people love and hate it. After trying it out once, he finally understood how to use it on humans.

As previously known, [Holy Weapon] will turn the opponent into your own.

When humans come into contact with his blood, it becomes his [weapon], which includes but is not limited to the effects of enhanced abilities and psychological closeness.

As usual, this kind of touch enhancement has a time limit. The situation of Olih drinking it is more special. Mason speculates that the blood will remain in her body for a period of time and become a long-term state.

If it were in a novel, a man like him would definitely be the boss behind the scenes. All sorts of random thoughts flashed through Mason's mind as he looked at the knight in front of him. Suddenly, a somewhat bizarre thought popped up in his mind: "After I leave, can you forget our conversation today? We just had a normal chat about the knight's past today, and didn't mention anything extra."

Ronald smiled, proud of being useful. "Of course! If that's what you want, do you want me to take you back to your room?"

"...No."

Mason swallowed his saliva. He originally wanted to test the extent of his control over the opponent, but he didn't expect that he could achieve this level.

You must never let anyone know, otherwise you will be assassinated.

Mason complimented the other person casually and quickly left the room. Behind him, the knight stared at his back for a long time as he left, and the enthusiasm on his face faded only after the door closed.

After a moment, the blond man stroked his hair and suddenly revealed an amazed expression: "I didn't expect Mr. Oreius to have such a profound understanding of the history of knights. It's so surprising. I must have a good chat with him next time!"

The young man who was said to be well versed in the history of knights went out, avoided the sight of others, quietly left the baron's residence, and came to the street alone.

He walked and looked around. The town looked very poor, with many places still filled with thatched huts and straw houses, and only a few earth and stone houses. The dirt roads had to be rolled flat, and although the people on the street looked plainly dressed, they all looked pretty good. It was obvious that Ronald was managing this place very carefully.

Is there no brick and cement in this world? ...That's right, even the walls of Ya'an City are made of steel. Ordinary towns cannot afford such a large expenditure.

Mason spent about an hour walking around the entire city and roughly confirmed what he wanted to know most: the castle where the viscount lived was not here.

He wanted to see how the original body was doing, but knowing that his parents were not around, he couldn't just go to his house. There was no other way, so he had to leave the treatment to Canaan. He was more suitable for this kind of thing than Oreus.

The young man stood at the street, making plans in his mind. He stood there for so long that passers-by looked at him strangely, and unexpectedly found that he was very good-looking.

The wind blew up the ends of his hair, which was a dark red color that was almost rusty. It was not bright in the sun, but rather dull. His appearance was extremely aggressive and handsome, and the combination of the two formed an extremely strange temperament.

It makes people feel that he is suitable to appear in every street and alley, drinking and chatting with the most lively people. But if you say that he is a vain drunkard who makes a living by his looks, he is filled with the temperament of not caring about anything. It seems that if someone puts a knife to his neck in the next second, he will only scratch his hair helplessly and say, "Oh, stop it, I don't want to kill anyone today."

So what is he thinking?

The beautiful girl yawned while sitting on the roof, looking bored at the handsome man standing on the stake. The wind blew her long golden hair, making her look even more delicate and beautiful, like a doll.

Tracking auras was a simple matter for Orihi. Once her blood was sucked, she would remember the smell of everyone's blood. She shook her feet, feeling that she didn't like the other person's aura at this moment.

It's like the wind, like the clouds, like the blood dripping from the palm of your hand and cannot be retrieved.

The girl put her hands together to make a trumpet shape: "Oreus——"

The young man at the corner of the street looked up and heard a clear laugh in the wind: "I'm going to jump down!"

The girl leaped down from a height. She did not take any protective measures, and without hesitation or worry, she allowed herself to be pulled to the ground by gravity. The blue sky and white clouds were reflected in her eyes, and her fluttering skirt blossomed like a flower.

Short screams rang out all around, and many timid people subconsciously closed their eyes in anticipation of the tragedy that was about to happen. But nothing happened—no screams, no blood spurting out. The red-haired young man who was originally standing on the street appeared at the center of the incident and caught the girl with a helpless look on his face.

"Even if the roof is not high, you can't just jump over it, Olivia."

The girl was not afraid at all, giggling and grabbing the other's neck. Oleus had to pinch the girl's face as a punishment and asked her: "Where are Rambo and Rex?"

"Rambo asked me to come out and play. He sent Rex to investigate. Who told him he was an idiot for making Rambo angry?"

Olivia answered with a smile. Her eyes, no longer red, were clear and bright, just like a normal person, she looked at the person in front of her with sweet and coquettish eyes.

"I want dessert, Oreius!"

"Didn't Rambo make a lot of desserts for you?"

Ollie looked proud: "I have eaten it all."

"…Sometimes I wonder if you're obsessed with desserts..." The young man stared at her with a complicated expression for a while, then looked away in despair. "Don't eat too much, or you'll get a toothache."

Ollie didn't care about this at all. She only cared that the aura of the other person had dissipated, as if she had returned to the human world from the dark crevice. So the girl smiled triumphantly, grabbed the other person and ran back.

So, girls, especially pretty girls, are very troublesome creatures. The red-haired young man let the other party pull him through the streets and alleys, and found a bakery that Olige had previously favored. As soon as the two entered the door, the girl in charge of sales in the store saw the style of the other party's clothes and hurriedly stood up and greeted: "Welcome, two guests. What do you want to buy?"

The girl scanned the shelves in the store, her eyes sparkling: "I want them all!"

The sales girl almost thought she had heard it wrong. Mason stood calmly behind Orihir, ready for what he would say.

If an average girl has two stomachs, one for rice and one for dessert, then Olige's stomach is undoubtedly a bottomless pit of desserts.

As a man, he knew that he only needed to pay and carry the bag. Mason took out the money silently.

The red-haired young man froze after touching nothing, and his eyes suddenly flickered for a moment.

...I forgot.

From the time he started using a pseudonym to now, he has been eating and drinking freely and eating at the expense of all kinds of rich people. So far, he has never seen what money looks like.