Come on then

He would have to talk to this guy about the problem of disturbing people's sleep at night sooner or later. Ya'an rubbed his forehead and finally woke up with a cup of coffee. The red-haired young man sat opposite him, cutting the steak in his hand leisurely, and his face was full of satisfaction after taking a bite.

He looked both casual and relaxed, the silver fork twirling deftly between his fingertips, making one think of a knife or sword of the same color. The earl's eyes unconsciously fell on the other's hands, thinking that these were hands that were extremely suitable for killing.

But the protagonist of these two hands does not conform to the conventional impression. Recalling what the other party has done these days, it seems that he has done nothing but sleep. It seems that he really needs to do something. Thinking of the sudden attack last night, Ya'an calmly drank another sip of coffee: "I know what you are thinking. Since there is nothing to do, go and deal with the situation nearby."

The earl snapped his fingers and a piece of parchment appeared from the air and floated directly to Mason's hand. Mason raised his eyebrows and stared at the air for a while: "What is this?"

“A nice side effect.”

Yaan tapped the table with his fingers, and a faint green hue appeared in the turbulent air. Mason was keenly aware that something was staring at him, and the sight was creepy. But Yaan tapped the table again, and the parchment fell from the air, and the hidden person disappeared without a trace.

"When I was ascending to the Bloodline, I encountered a little trouble. I didn't completely kill the consciousness of the Human-Faced Hawk. After I discovered this, I couldn't just clean it up. So I reached an agreement with it. It can maintain its independent consciousness, but it must work for me."

The thin parchment automatically unfolded, and ink with a strange luster flowed on the surface, constantly changing into new words.

[An aquatic monster has appeared in the western Sea of ​​Sehok, and support is urgently needed. Anyone interested, please contact Viscount Chris. Reward: One E-level cursed item, one opportunity to inquire. ]

[A series of disappearances with unknown causes has occurred in the southern city of Huaanli, and an investigation is urgently needed. If you are interested, please contact Viscount Merlan. Reward: 1,300 rupees, one opportunity to inquire. ]

[A group of migrating monsters has appeared in the territory of Slick City in the east, and they need to be fought urgently. If you are interested, please contact Viscount Felupu. Reward: 300 robies, three inquiry opportunities.]

【......】

All the information was changing very fast, and words like [Received], [Completed], [Expired], etc. appeared from time to time. It was really hard to keep up.

"This parchment is also called the [Mercenary Bounty Order]. In the era before the Black Mist, there was a place for wanderers to take on missions, called the [Mercenary Association]. That's where the name came from. It was developed by the Mechanical City and the Church, and can present information about various places."

In the midst of excessive changes, perhaps only some traces of the past prove that its predecessor was a pure Western fantasy world. When Mason suddenly heard this name, he felt a sense of familiarity from his previous life's novels.

"In fact, I once had a dream, which was to become a magician who could cast a fireball, join the Mercenary Association and become an S-rank mercenary, punch giants and kick dragons, and listen to mermaids singing to me at night."

As he said this, he suddenly thought of a turn-based game that he was very fond of in his previous life, and his tone became deeper: "In fact, when I was... before, I had a dragon mount, which cost me a lot of money to earn. For it, I fought with many people and killed each other. In the end, I won."

Who hasn’t fought for a game baby? His dragon is a reward for a PVP competition!

Yaan: “…”

The dragons have been extinct for nearly a thousand years. No one would believe this if you told it to a kid. But Ya'an shamefully found himself believing it. Looking at his eyes full of nostalgia, he actually seemed to be telling the truth.

Ya'an didn't know how to comment. He just wanted to go back and look at the report in his study, separate out the fragments about the other party's past, read it carefully a hundred or eighty times to study what kind of person this person was in the past, so as to rebuild his own three views.

Unfortunately, this was impossible. Rambo had already read the books before writing the report, but he couldn't find any records. The other party didn't seem to be lying. After all, even among the bloodline people today, many didn't know about the era before the Black Mist, so he didn't need to do that.

But if this is not a lie, the problem seems to be even bigger.

Too many complicated problems mixed together, Ya'an was in a headache, and the recent troubles seemed to be related to the other party. He temporarily gathered his mind and pointed at the parchment: "This bounty order is given to you. You can use it as long as you are within the city."

"Thank you!"

Mason clicked on one of the messages curiously. The selected message quickly expanded, revealing a detailed explanation.

[A large number of missing babies have occurred in the eastern city of Tusig. An investigation is urgently needed. The situation is quite dangerous. Interested parties please report to the Earl's Mansion in three days. Rewards will be paid according to contribution and number of people.]

[Every four days, after the midnight bell rings, the sleeping babies disappear, leaving only the open windows covered in blood. Five babies have been missing so far. A strong polluted atmosphere has appeared at the scene, and twelve people have been mutated. This mission is issued in teams, and the next event will be in four days. Those interested need to arrive at the Earl's Mansion one day in advance to exchange information.]

"This is my old friend."

Count Yaan glanced at the content casually: "There are a total of 22 earls, 6 marquises, and 2 dukes in the south. This earl's name is Jin Lisa, and she and I are both under the same marquisate. I don't recommend you to choose this mission now. It's far away from my territory. This kind of foreign mission must arrive in advance and spend time gathering local intelligence to avoid danger to the greatest extent."

Mason stopped fiddling, and the ink automatically flowed into new words. He stopped checking and turned to Yaan: "Now that you've said that, you probably have a recommendation, right?"

"You're very smart."

A hint of smile appeared in the depths of Ya'an's eyes, and he also placed his hand on the ink. The ink began to spread again.

[The eastern city of Ya'an has been attacked by followers of the Black Mist, and the pollution concentration has increased. We hope to organize a team to clear out the monsters nearby. If you are interested, please contact Earl Ya'an. Those with experience will be given priority. Remuneration will be discussed privately.]

As the saying goes, good things should be kept within the family. The old fox smiled cunningly: "Do you want to consider taking this?"

You are so good, Ya'an. You look like a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but you are actually full of evil intentions!

Mason refused righteously. He had a purpose. To find the truth about the metal ball, he had to expand his search range, and the mission was the best excuse. Seeing his refusal, Ya'an held out his hand without changing his expression: "I'll give this amount."

Mason sneered: "I'm not someone who can be moved by money."

Ricks next to him exclaimed quietly: "How generous, Count! This is enough to buy a three-bedroom house in the city."

Mason said proudly, "...But how can we tolerate monsters wreaking havoc and letting the people suffer? I'll take this mission!"

Rex seemed to be hesitant to speak, while Ya'an smiled and looked at Mason without saying a word, then stretched out his hand and took the task.

"Okay, the mission team is all here."

"You didn't set this task specifically for me, did you?"

"Of course, I want to say this, but it is because we have enough people. As a member of the team, I will formally introduce you to the abilities of my teammates."

Yaan deliberately emphasized one of the syllables. Mason realized something and sat up a little straighter. The Earl smiled and turned his eyes to Rex. The latter greeted him consciously and walked out. Yaan looked at Mason again until they were the only two left in the room.

"You know two of them, the captain of the bloodline in Area 5, Orih, and team member Rambo, a C-level blood-sucking mosquito bloodline and a D-level brain worm bloodline. Orih came from an experiment in which the bloodline would fail. The latter is an evil organization that constantly pursues higher-level bloodlines and is particularly good at creating mutations."

"As a descendant of a failed experiment, Orih can multiply infinitely and restore energy by sucking blood. As a former commander, Rambo volunteered to be Orih's monitor. He was later assigned to my command."

"The bloodline leader of Zone 4, Osk, and team member Shatlia, the C-rank Thunder Rhino bloodline and the D-rank Angel hybrid bloodline. Yes, that's the angel you were thinking of. Even the darling of light could not escape the contamination, and only the hybrid survived."

"Osk has strong defensive capabilities. You and Rex had a good cooperation before. I think you may also need such a person in your team. As for Shatlia, she can provide excellent endurance. But she is very timid, especially in the dark. Please don't scare her."

"as well as..."

I don't know what he was thinking about, but a strange expression appeared on Ya'an's face: "There is one last person in the team, Viscount Shaken from the central region. He is willing to help us. The condition is to team up with you."

"With me?"

Mason's mind raced, vaguely recalling what he was doing when they first met. At that time, he seemed to have focused most of his energy on catching the goblins, and didn't care what the noble chief from the central region looked like. After all, with Yaan's promise, he knew he would stay here.

"Don't act. I know you're avoiding him. After all, you've never done nothing but eating and sleeping like this before. It's obvious that you're just avoiding people."

The count rubbed his forehead again, looking helpless: "I know you may have some past that you cannot talk about, but Shaken really wants to talk to you."

Mason asked in a subtle tone: "Why should I avoid him?"

How come I don't know I'm avoiding him?

Yaan looked at him with an expression that said, "You are pretending, why are you pretending with me?" "Shaken Luo, they are the descendants of Roland Agger, and were renamed Luo in history. As the youngest son of the patriarch of the family, Shaken was doted on. Because he looked very similar to Roland Agger I, he was hailed as the rising star of the family."

"Even after an era, with names changed and dynasties changed, your bloodline still lives on this land. Isn't that a good thing? Knowing that you have always been reluctant to see him, Shaken specifically asked me to add him to the team. He works so hard, you can't just keep avoiding him."

How could a mouth at 37 degrees Celsius say such cold words? Mason took a breath of cool air. It was hard to imagine that a carbon-based creature could do such a thing.

Who could associate so many things with this last name? After recalling the meeting scene for a long time, he could only recall Shaken's particularly shining golden hair and brilliant smile. The other party's introduction did not mention the four words "Roland Agger" at all. It seems that he is really confident in his face.

But how could he know what Roland Agger I looked like?

Seeing that he was silent, Ya'an patted the red-haired young man on the shoulder and made a rare joke: "Don't worry, in terms of seniority, you are the senior. He should be the one who is nervous when he sees you."

He mentioned the meeting place and time again, and seeing that the other party seemed absent-minded, he tactfully let Mason leave.

The latter seemed to walk away in a clean and steady manner, but he was actually a savage. The bright sunlight outside the door shone on the young man's face, revealing the dark tide of clouds where no one else could see. He stared at the flowing clouds above his head that looked like a piece of meat, the hot sunlight splashed on his face, and the cursed sun like pupils stared at this world shrouded in pollution, and also stared at this expressionless young man.

Mason took a deep breath. He thought, isn't it just pretending to be someone else's ancestor, not recognizing his descendants? What is he afraid of? He had nothing to start with, and it all depended on him to write the script.

"Mr. Aurelius!"

Mason was feeling depressed when he suddenly heard someone calling him at the door. He turned around and saw brilliant golden hair. Shaken was standing at the door and waving at him vigorously, and standing next to him was Ricks, who was talking face to face.

"We are teammates from now on. Please give us your guidance."

The nobleman smiled brightly, obviously he had been waiting for a long time. Mason said a few perfunctory words, and then saw Ricks squeezed over and looked at him. He felt something was wrong. Ricks sighed with emotion, and as expected, he couldn't spit out ivory.

"Since the Earl has assigned you a task, I will speak directly here. Lord Orelius, I have almost finished dealing with things here, and I plan to leave tomorrow. I hope you will get along well with Viscount Shaken and others, and become a nobleman soon."

His blessing was sincere, and with his true feelings, he stabbed Mason in the heart. When he mentioned Shaken, he drew a cross across him.

After spending so much time together, Rex is indeed a good person. Mason stared at him for a while, and gave his blessing in a gentle tone, silently sparing his life for the sake of fighting side by side. Shaken stood beside him, his face full of sunshine. Seeing this, Mason's heart was pounding, and he quickly thought about how to deal with the other party's inquiry into the family tree.

At this time, the importance of different vests is highlighted. In the distant city of Corian, the silver-haired son of God suddenly stood up and was about to open the door to ask Santo for help. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the priest standing at the door with a little anxiety on his face.

The young man paused slightly with a sense of foreboding. Before he could speak, Santo said hurriedly, "Sorry, Master Son of God, something unexpected happened last night. There is a big problem with the cursed object, and we may not be able to return to the sanctuary until it is resolved. Your reading permission may not be approved until later."

Mason: “….”

The blows came one after another, and he suddenly felt a sense of fate that it was coming. Santo didn't notice his expression, and his tone suddenly became excited when he spoke later.

"Your Holiness the Pope hopes that we can resolve this matter thoroughly before returning. If we can follow the clues, it will be the foundation for your godhood! Although it will take a long time, it will be worth it!"

But I don't care about becoming a god or the cornerstone. I just want to have the reading authority to find a solution to the broken metal ball and live a peaceful and worry-free life as soon as possible.

An indescribable feeling of confusion surged in his heart. The Son of God listened to his report without joy or sadness, and the soft outline of his face was straightened into a cold and hard line. It seemed that he had thought of everything and it seemed that he had thought of nothing. In the end, he numbly retreated back to his original body to seek peace, trying to figure out a clue from it.

The familiar ceiling came into view, and the boy, who was able to turn over, slowly exhaled, feeling the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, and finally got some comfort. In the quiet space, he emptied his mind and thought calmly that it didn't matter, it was already so bad, it couldn't get worse, right?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he heard a rush of footsteps heading towards the door.

For the first time in his life, Mason heard the word "joyful" in the footsteps. The boy's mouth twitched unconsciously and he closed his eyes in despair. Escape was shameful and useless. The bedroom door was slammed open. Ricks's excited face was revealed in the rare uncontrollable loud noise.

A knight in light armor strode in and came straight to the bed, forcing Mason to open his eyes, his eyes full of despair.

"Master Mason, the two viscounts are back!"

The sound of footsteps followed closely. A lady with tears in her eyes flashed out from behind the knight, staggered to the bedside, and immediately burst into tears when she looked into Mason's eyes. She hugged him and kissed him repeatedly: "My little Mason, oh my god, oh my god, you can actually open your eyes!"

The slender and delicate arms seemed fragile, but in fact they almost squeezed Mason's head off. The woman realized that she was too strong, and quickly let go of her hands, looking at her son with an apologetic face. The chestnut-haired boy looked up at her, not knowing whether to deal with the two parents first, or to find a place in his heart to bury himself.

He moved his lips and called out with difficulty according to his status: "Mother..."

The beautiful lady covered her lips and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Mason silently accepted the tears of his biological mother, and then a strong hug embraced both of them. His biological father didn't say anything. He just hugged them tighter with red eyes. Ricks stood by and watched the warm scene. The atmosphere was harmonious and emotional. Amid the woman's continuous sobbing, Mason stared at the ceiling, his eyes full of bitterness and hatred.

It was because his previous freedom had given him too many illusions. He shouldn't have been greedy for money. This damned life would never let him go. The previous smoothness would backfire at some point, and all the lies he told would have to be covered up one by one. As long as he encountered a little problem, the rest of the troubles would follow. Next, he would have to face the troublesome Luo family, the observation of the church, and the original body's parents. Why did everything have to be put on him?

He has no feelings for his family in the other world, only the responsibilities he inherited from his original body; he does not want to accept any family crown, he just wants to find a reason to live well; and there is a holy city covered with golden threads and a statue bound with chains. Why is it so difficult to live safely in this place?

Like a balloon that has expanded to the extreme, the long-term depression finally exploded at this moment. The boy who was hugged accepted the love of his parents with an expressionless face. His pale skin and thin features created a faint haze. He sat quietly on the bed until Mr. and Mrs. Cross loosened their hands somewhat stiffly and carefully observed his expression.

"Aren't you happy, Mason?"

The boy looked at them, his glass-like eyes unusually calm: "I'm very happy to see you. Father, Mother."

Ronald came up to smooth things over: "Ahem... the young master may be a little tired, let him rest for a while."

At his suggestion, the couple chose to give Mason some room to adapt. They stood outside the door, looking at the closed door anxiously: "Ronald, does he not like us very much?"

"Master Mason is a good boy, just a little shy."

Ronald said with a smile, sighing deeply in his heart. He didn't know why the other party suddenly acted like that, it was as if he had experienced something.

But what can a boy lying in bed experience in the territory?

......

In front of the Earl's Mansion in Ya'an, Shaken suddenly noticed something was wrong with the other party.

Strange, this guy's aura has changed.

A trace of doubt flashed through his mind, and the red-haired young man exhaled very slowly and long. Although he still looked the same, he showed a completely different kind of rebellious aura. Oleus raised his hand and loosened his collar, with a very cold look on his face. It was like a quenched knife that encountered a splash of hot oil and suddenly burned all over the sky and the earth.

"Shaken Rolandage, right?"

He pronounced the name like carving words on the blade of a knife. His tone was straight and cold, but it made the listener feel as if a stone was weighing heavily on their hearts. His eyes were so sharp that they could leave a wound on a person, and blood would flow if they stared at him.

"Stay away from me. Just because we come from the same place doesn't mean we are of the same race. My last name is not Roland Ag."

He is very angry now, so it is best not to provoke anyone.

Northland.

Santo suddenly shuddered. He frowned in confusion, wondering if it was because the weather was too cold.

Just as he was thinking this, the priest met the silver-haired young man's gaze, and the other party scanned him up and down with a scrutinizing look. The clear blue eyes usually give people a soft and fresh feeling, but at this moment, it was like a popular mechanical scan in the mechanical city, which surprised Santo.

"What, what's wrong, Master Shenzi?"

"It's okay, just keep talking."

Canaan slowly turned his eyes away, as if nothing had happened, and his tone remained calm. After a brief moment of confusion, Santo continued to explain the information about Roland Agger. His explanation was patient and detailed, and Canaan listened, and the anger in his heart finally subsided a little.

He is not targeting anyone, but he is really upset about what happened recently. Fortunately, this person is able to help and can be tolerated.