Cursed Day

Sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa, enjoying a bottle of carefully prepared red wine, with the golden beast lying at your feet, and taking a bite of a crispy and sweet cookie, there is nothing more comfortable than this.

The first thing Earl Ya'an saw when he entered the room was the guardian stone statue he had purchased with great effort and money, lying at the feet of a man. The second thing he saw was the man feeding biscuits to the statue.

He paused for a few seconds, then strode over to sit opposite the other person.

"You want to see me?"

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Count. Please call me Aurelius. I have come to ask you something."

The stranger put the last cookie into the mouth of the gargoyle, smiled and raised his eyes to look at the count. He was not panicked, but seemed too relaxed. The count narrowed his eyes coldly, and his eyes were a very cold light blue due to his blood, giving people a strong sense of inhumanity.

"You're provoking me at the gate of my territory, and you want to ask for a favor?"

"Because I don't have a way to see you. Your soldiers also said that not just any nobody can have a chance to make an appointment with the count."

"There are more serious consequences for annoying me."

"You are a man who values ​​talent. If you really wanted to punish me, I would be in jail now. I don't think I can really defy a count. Your presence here is an attitude."

"Oh."

The Earl sneered, took off his white gloves and threw them on the coffee table between them. But he did not deny the other party's words: "Sly boy, I know your purpose. You want my noble order. Why do you have to help Cross and the others?"

The young man named Oreius smiled.

"We met once fifteen years ago."

He didn't say it clearly. The Count narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a sense of jealousy: "Are you related to their [price]?"

The red-haired man stared at him quietly, and after a moment, he uttered something strange.

"The moon and the sun are but His eyes."

"That's enough, I believe it, stop!"

The count's face changed drastically, and without hesitation he used the wind to close all the doors and windows leading to the outside. At the same time, layers of phantom whispers rang in the ears of the two men, and their flesh and blood squirmed wildly, and even grew squirming buds.

But none of this could compare to the real horror—the Count stared in horror at the phantom that appeared before his eyes. It was a scarlet eye covered with scales, with an upright pupil looking towards them, full of chaotic malice. The line of sight solidified into a substance, within reach. This was no longer a fantasy, this was the cursed day that could be touched and was right before his eyes!

It is said that the cursed day is the other side of the sun, and if you discover it, you will be killed by the descended clone... Countless bloody stories that you have heard or seen flashed through Ya'an's mind, drowning him like a tide of suffocation.

As Aurelius gazed into the pupil of the sun, a strange voice whispered to him. The sun is dangerous... Of course it is dangerous...

But if I can touch Him, I can control Him.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, the red-haired young man bit his finger and dripped blood onto the pupil in front of him. This consumption was far greater than he expected, and his right hand broke and blood spurted out. Countless fine blood threads spread along the scales, and the phantom eyeball froze in place. The next second, accompanied by a sharp scream that almost pierced his head, all the hallucinations in front of him disappeared without a trace.

The Count sat on the sofa, staring at the mad man in front of him, his bony right hand healing. The monster who could repel the Cursed Day sat leisurely opposite him, his dark golden pupils even still tinged with a trace of carelessness. He squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Who on earth are you..."

It is impossible for normal people to fight against the Cursed Day!

"Um……"

Aurelius thought about his answer.

"I am a strong, fearless, trustworthy, wealthy and responsible person, but I am in a state of poverty, so I am wandering around..."

"Those who have experienced many brutal battles..."

"…Traveler."

His boastful words made it difficult to tell the truth from the false. In the Count's suspicious eyes, his attitude was extremely sincere.

"Please don't worry. I am very willing to act according to your request. I will make corresponding efforts to gain the recognition of the noble order. I will never take it by force or do it perfunctorily."

I really believe you.

The count pulled the corner of his mouth, and the squirming skin on half of his face finally returned to normal under control. This monster under the skin of a man could have just robbed directly, but he still had to do a task to show his friendship. If he dared to do it, what could I dare to ask him to do it! ?

...It really exists.

He quickly searched his mind and made clear his goal. Since the other party had said to follow the procedure and did not show any ill intentions, he simply followed the procedure and carefully avoided the topic of the Cursed Day to avoid attracting attention.

"If you want to earn the Noble Order by completing the mission, I do have something I need you to do. There have been several murders in District 5 of the city recently. My men suspect that it was done by a monster, but we have not detected any contamination."

Oreius thought thoughtfully: "I have seen a D-class monster called the Phantom Spider in the town where Mr. Amira lives. Their mechanical snakes have no reaction to its appearance."

The Count shook his head. "I know that. Mechanical snakes have detection values. If the contamination is below a certain level, it will not be recorded in the system. Phantom spiders can store contamination in eggs so that they cannot be detected externally, but these cases are different."

"Ya'an City is divided into eleven districts. Each district has a corresponding bloodline team, equipped with mechanical detectors and special weapons to fight pollution. Every bloodline is D-level, and if you get close to B-level or below, nothing can escape their eyes."

As for B grade and above?

Don't use too many methods.

The structure of the Noble Association is actually a top-down system of suppression. The Twelve Round Tables represent the highest level, and below them are the five ranks of nobility: duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron.

If an SS-level monster or above appears, the twelve round tables will take action personally. The lower dukes are responsible for clearing out the S-level monsters in the territory, and the marquises are required to be A+ level or above, which are the reserve forces of the dukes and are responsible for clearing out the mutant monsters that exceed the original level. The lower earls clear out the A-level monsters, and so on. This is done one by one, and finally a strict system is formed to jointly protect the people in the territory.

Where there is support, there must be responsibility. Rare bloodline people cannot leave ordinary people, and the latter cannot leave bloodline people. Without either of them, they cannot survive the long night.

"...In any case, there must be something wrong. Although we haven't found it yet, it will cause unrest if we continue. I will give you a special status and let you temporarily join the Bloodline Squad in Area 5. If you can solve this problem, I will give you the Noble Special Order."

Count Yan paused, glanced at Orelius, and couldn't help asking, "But did you really get the noble order just to save the titles of Mr. and Mrs. Cross? It can only be used once."

He was still a little bit incredulous after receiving the news, and even went to Ameera to confirm the authenticity of the news in person through remote communication. The reasons were all lies, but it proved that his purpose was real.

When did Cross and the others get involved with this kind of person?

Aurelius shook his head. "Of course not."

Count Ya'an looked serious, and then he heard the other party say seriously: "It is also to let you send troops to wipe out the monsters there, so that they can keep their titles without any worries."

Yaan: “…”

I'm so crying, look how polite this child is.

He could have destroyed the phantom of the Cursed Day directly, but he left a C-level monster. Please ask the Count to send someone to deal with it!

Ya'an's face twitched, and he waved his hand weakly: "...I'll have someone give you an identity, and you can live in the Earl's Mansion for the time being. There's one more thing..."

"Please give me my guardian beast back!"

Orelius looked at the golden beast at his feet with great regret. The count stared at him without giving in, as if to say, "If you kidnap it, I will die with you."

Oreius, who really had this thought, turned his eyes away calmly and replied with a smile: "Don't be nervous, I'll just put it back. Um... in exchange, the Earl's Mansion should provide me with weapons, right?"

Count Yaan was silent for a moment. He really couldn't understand how a powerful person related to the black fog could be so poor and sour. He looked at the person in front of him with a very complicated look. After a moment, he stood up, motioned for the other party to wait here for a while, and turned around and left.

When he came back, he was followed by three people, each holding an exquisite silver-inlaid wooden box. The count took the first one and opened it in front of Oleus, revealing a sharp long sword with a golden hand guard. The silver was shiny and bright, gorgeous and dazzling, and just looking at it made people feel relaxed.

"This sword can provide a bonus to the wielder's physical strength. It is very sharp and can easily pierce a five-centimeter steel shell. At the same time, as long as you hold it in the black mist, you can weaken the influence of whispers and even reduce your own pollution. This is very important for bloodline people."

He opened the second box, which contained a black gold medal wrapped in a silver chain. The gold-plating craftsmanship and the carving were exquisite, and a strong mysterious aura emanated from the griffon head standing on a crossed sword.

"This is a contaminant left by a monster and a normal medal fused together. We call it [Infection]. As long as the seal chain is unlocked, it will continue to release whispers to the surroundings. Anyone below B-rank will be affected, and will develop symptoms such as nausea, vomiting, and pain, including the holder himself. Wearing it for a long time will increase the intensity of the whispers and even cause mutations."

Finally, he opened a box with a slightly different pattern. When he saw what was inside, Oreius's eyes suddenly became extremely strange.

"Aesthetics, produced by the Mechanical City, has an 8-turn compression chamber and is made of silver steel. It can fire continuously. It has a spirit-absorbing magic circle inside. In addition to loading physical bullets, it can also condense explosive bullets through the magic circle, one shot every three minutes. The quality of the forging is extremely superior. If you need to, you can even use it to block the enemy's knife, and it will definitely not leave any traces."

Ya'an said, giving an objective evaluation: "The work of a group of war maniacs."

That’s right, the third box contained a wooden warehouse!

The silver lines gather into a beautiful horn shape at the barrel, the large-caliber mechanical design reveals its unconventional power, and the perfectly matched grooves shine all the time. This is slightly different from the guns on TV. It is more like a work of art as a whole, but every part reveals an extreme violent aesthetic.

Oreius reached for the gun without hesitation. What man doesn't have a dream of shooting Superman? Seeing him make the choice, Count Yan motioned for others to take the things out, leaving only the gun.

"I have prepared 100 rounds of ammunition for you. You will need to replenish them yourself after you have used them up. Also, I have prepared someone you need to meet."

Yaan said, and issued an order to the door: "Come in."

The door opened with a click.