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The "Black Mist Counterattack Plan" is a guideline to gather the vitality of mankind and fight against the black mist together.

According to the association's plan, the Noble Association will join forces with the Church to launch a counterattack against the Black Mist, killing a large number of monsters, clearing out at least one SSS-level monster, and purifying a large amount of land for reclamation.

Humans have always been very weak in front of monsters. The black fog gradually encroaches on the border and consumes humans. In order to regain the territory, a great war is unstoppable.

When the order of the [Black Mist Counterattack Plan] was issued, the nobles of the Twelve Round Tables, no, now the Eleven Round Tables, whispered to each other with worries on their faces.

This year is a turbulent time. Sevich, the heir of the Brainworm family, has been in a bad mood since he was injured. He was injured in an accident not long ago and is now recovering. The disciple of the President of the Council, Abo, rebelled. The Garcia family was expelled from the Twelve Round Table Council and the head of the family committed suicide. The Twelve Round Table Trials have suffered setbacks...

But they did not veto the president's resolution. Humans had long been looking forward to a victory. Now that the [Green Mist Tree] is dead, the monsters are busy invading his territory. There will inevitably be chaos for a long time. It is indeed the best time to attack.

Taking into account the time it takes for the president of the council to recover and for the strategic material mobilization, the war was scheduled to start in the early spring. By then, the monsters would be fighting each other till they were bleeding, and it would be a good time to close in the net.

After the lengthy meeting, the family heads walked out of the central building. There was one less carriage waiting at the door, which was strangely noticeable.

They exhaled lightly. White steam rose up, and something cold fell from the sky. The bloodline people raised their heads, and the pure white elf landed between the human's eyebrows and melted gently into liquid.

This is the first snow of early winter.

The pedestrians quickened their pace, and the naughty children stretched out their hands to catch a snowflake, and curiously blew it into a drop of water. More snowflakes fell from the sky, scattered everywhere, covering the ground with a thin white blanket.

People in the north had put on thick cotton clothes two months in advance. When Canaan walked out of the church where the Pope was, he saw that it was snowing again. The dome-shaped roofs were covered with snow, and from a distance they looked like fluffy and fragrant white bread.

Santo came to pick him up in person, talking about the achievements made by the propaganda and urging the Holy Son to change into new winter clothes. Canaan appreciated his kindness and when he looked up, he suddenly found that the other person had a few more silver hairs on his temples. The priest looked at him with a smile, and his spirits were still very good.

The silver-haired young man nodded in thanks, and as he passed by him, he suddenly reached out his hand, brushing his fingertips across the silver strands, injecting a warm feeling. Santo was stunned for a moment, stroking his dark hair in a daze. He always felt full of energy, with endless energy.

He immediately realized what had happened and hurried after him to express his gratitude. Canaan shook his head and obediently changed his clothes. The priest was left alone, deeply moved, and vowed to make more contributions to the Son of God and defeat those shameless nobles.

The cold wind blew from the north to the south. The central region, led by Partington City, had already started buying food and stockpiling houses to prepare for winter. However, these had nothing to do with the vest. The red-haired young man had been allowed to enter the data room of the Noble Association and would not leave.

Unlike the church library, the archives of the Nobles Association store intelligence obtained during missions. He found the documents he needed and spread out his pen and ink on the table, using the existing intelligence to sort out his thoughts.

Since Mason traveled here, he has been cursed by the Black Mist and has been seriously ill. People believe that it was Phairel, the real Mason's biological mother, who participated in too many battles during her pregnancy, which caused the child to be born with the curse.

The original owner should have died long ago, but a mysterious man came to Cross's territory and helped the original owner survive in some way, but when he came again, it was the end of his life. Since then, Viscount Cross and his wife have been looking for alternatives and have been away from the territory for many years, until he traveled through time and space to the original owner.

Is it possible that the other party's method of saving people was to put the spherical device into his body?

The metal sphere that displayed "Absorbing Energy" absorbed the excess pollution in the original host, but this was only a temporary solution. As long as the mysterious person took away or detonated the sphere, the host would definitely die, which was why Viscount Cross and his wife were so nervous.

As for why it took root in humans. The concentration of the drifting black mist is too low, and humans are the first fruit born from the World Tree, so they are the best material to absorb the black mist. The cursed have a lot of pollution in their bodies, and they are willing to try anything as long as they can survive, so they are easily infected.

Judging from the original body, these spheres are not isolated cases. They absorb pollution and are transported to the corresponding devices in the black mist. They are then cultivated and processed by the black mist believers to hatch more sphere devices. The experiment started twenty years ago, and the old knight was one of the culture dishes.

The original spherical device was very crude and had to parasitize human souls to grow. Later, the craftsman joined with the plan of "The Last Thing", and with the help of uncontrolled pollutants, he made progress in the activation research. The spherical device benefited from this and began to reproduce itself. The one inside the main body is this evolution.

Mason read the documents of the Noble Association. The Black Mist followers were originally a group of people who entered the Black Mist but survived. They changed from fearing the Black Mist to worshipping it, and they advocated that humans must transform into monsters to adapt to this era.

In the memory of [Aoki no Ki], [Monster Lord] helped him recruit the Black Mist Followers, and they all called him His Majesty. In other words, the real boss behind [Black Mist Followers] is [Monster Lord]?

The red-haired young man twitched his lips at this thought. Weird but effective. The Council President said that the [Monster Lord] was like a god in the black mist. Only such an existence could allow monsters to reach a deal with humans as food and stand on the same front.

What was his purpose in doing this? He didn't attack him at first, but instead sent him the leaves of the World Tree. Mason was really confused, but almost instinctively, he raised his highest alertness to the other party.

There is no free lunch in the dark fog era, and there will inevitably be a huge price to pay.

As for Aibo——

Mason turned to the next sheet of paper and began to write down the information in Chinese characters.

He is a spike planted by the Black Mist followers in the Nobles Association. Based on the current situation, his status among the Black Mist followers should not be low. He has talent, status, and is the disciple closest to the chairman of the council.

If the Black Mist followers make any unusual moves, they can use him to assassinate the Speaker of the Council at any time. The Speaker of the Council did not say much about Ai Bo's matter, but just said that he would handle it.

Although he felt a little embarrassed, when Ron went to execute the person, he took in the entire process through his consciousness, including the past between the two of them, and even remembered the words that the original owner had forgotten.

When the souls of the Luo family learned that he wanted to know about Ron and the head of the Garcia family, they pretended not to care, but in fact they turned Ron's underwear upside down.

The Garcia family head's methods were not fair enough, but he certainly had no intention of betraying. He was only concerned about the family's revitalization, and was willing to part ways with his old friends for this. Such a person could not be unaware of the dangers of cooperating with the Black Mist believers.

Therefore, Aibo's collaborator must be someone else. As a noble, the reason for his fall must be that he was contacted by the Black Mist believers. There are accomplices of the Black Mist believers hidden in the Noble Association, the question is who are they?

Mason pondered for a moment and wrote down the name of the Brainworm family on the paper.

He didn't think the Brainworm Family was the one who induced Aibo to fall. They came into contact with Garcia too late. Mason was suspicious of what Aibo had done to them. He would have to keep a close eye on the Brainworm Family in the days ahead. But the Association must have thought the same as him on this point, so maybe he could rest assured.

Looking at the neatly written clues on the paper, Mason memorized them in his mind and burned them with will-o'-the-wisp.

As a person with ascended blood, after resonating with the [Green Mist Tree], he clearly felt that his blood control ability and physical quality had improved. Keeping the spherical device was a hidden danger, so I would solve it when I got back.

The vest of Oleus can be sent to the West. First, it can help the West resist the monster counterattack during this period; second, Rex is recuperating in the territory. He is so curious about the secrets hidden by the other party that he will dig three feet underground to find them out.

...Uh, speaking of libraries, is he still short of libraries? Next time I meet a suitable Black Mist follower, I'll bring him back.

The red-haired young man's eyes were a little vacant, and he silently arranged the next plan in his mind. He brushed away the ashes, stood up and left. As soon as he finished handing over to the guard, he saw a carriage parked on the corner of the street, with a familiar family emblem hanging on it.

The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the carriage owner got off the carriage holding an umbrella. His slightly long blond hair hung loosely on his shoulders, and was placed on the snow-white fur collar, showing an extremely soft look. His eyebrows and eyes were full of the elegant temperament of an artist.

Next to him was a blond child of about eight or nine years old. He had an outstanding appearance and clear blue eyes. He waved generously when he saw people coming out.

"Here! We're here to pick you up, Oreius!"

The two people were Arnold and Dan.

The red-haired young man walked over and stroked Dan's messy hair: "Why are you here, and why are you like this?"

"I just went out with my eldest brother. I've been feeling uneasy lately, so I used my fists a little bit." Dan raised his head, and the angle of looking up made him feel particularly uncomfortable. "If I hadn't gone too far, I wouldn't have turned back into a child!"

Arnold answered his previous question in a gentle tone: "I was going home, but it suddenly snowed on the way, and I thought you didn't take the carriage, so I came to pick you up."

The other party laughed dumbly: "I'm not a sick person who will get sick if I get snowed in. Why do I need you to come all the way here?"

"When you come back covered in snow and get discovered, a bunch of people will come to look for you again." Dan complained. "And didn't you hear us? As soon as the snow started to fall, the ancestors started to nag us for a long time, saying 'Oh my god, it's so snowy, it's terrible if I get sick'... Ahhh, what the hell are you doing!?"

He rushed back to the car as if his butt was on fire before he finished speaking, busy talking about life with the soul in his blood. Arnold smiled helplessly and handed the umbrella over the man's head.

"That's about it. Let's go. Father is already home. Shaken is in charge of teaching the children in the family today. Don't be fooled by his appearance. He is actually very popular among the children."

The red-haired young man walked side by side with Arnold towards the carriage, listening to the eldest son talking about other people's affairs in a leisurely manner. The way he spoke was very comfortable to listen to, just like sitting around the fireplace, listening to a poet recite an old poem while the fire crackled.

The snow fluttered onto the umbrella and fell silently. Dan finally solved the problem of the ancestor spirit that had plotted against him. He stuck most of his furry head out of the car door, like a meowing kitten, ready to complain to the spirits but not daring to say it out loud.

When the young man got on the bus, his hands were itchy and he rubbed the other person's head again. Dan almost jumped up and said, "What are you doing? You're going to make me bald!"

The other party was shameless and had already accepted his identity: "What's wrong with letting the ancestors touch it?"

Dan looked at him in shock, never expecting him to be so shameless. Arnold couldn't help but curl his lips, and when his brother looked over, he shook the snow off his umbrella seriously, and looked polite as he asked the driver to drive.

Dan looked here and there, suspecting that something was wrong with everyone, but he had no evidence.

Partington, Black Forest Tavern.

Winter is the off-season for bars. People have difficulty working and have no money in their pockets, so they come to bars less often to relax. However, the Black Forest Bar doesn't care. After all, it doesn't make money from alcohol. Intelligence dealers are the best signboard.

As the temperature dropped, Bai had become a little lazy recently and began to yawn from time to time. He wearily flipped through the intelligence sent by his subordinates, his eyes paused for a moment on the news that "brain trust died of unknown reasons", and a mysterious sneer came out of his throat.

Some time ago, under his order, the think tank tried to contact the upline again, and actually got a reply from the other party. Unfortunately, the guy ran away too fast and didn't stay. The sudden death of the think tank was not without his hand.

Bai didn't feel much regret for the death of Zhineng. The only problem was that the line was broken and it would be difficult to track him in the future. However, the other party already knew that he was exposed. Even if Zhineng was alive, he probably wouldn't show up again.

The boy was thinking about how to report to the profiteer later when he suddenly heard some noise coming from below. The tentacles on his forehead trembled and through the thick wall he heard people outside shouting that it was snowing.

Oh, stupid humans.

The young man curled his lips, his heart full of disdain. These guys can see snow every year, but every time they see it, they are as surprised as the first time they saw it. They are really useless.

But if it snows, that thing won't be far away.

That night, Violet went to look for Bai but could not find him. When she found him on the roof, the boy was covered with a thin layer of snow, which dyed his eyelashes the same white as his skin.

Violet pulled him down, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and wiped his hair with a towel. Bai Lazy resisted and rested his head on his legs, thinking he was dead.

The woman sighed and put the hand warmer into the other's arms. She took off the robe that concealed her identity, put the mask on her forehead, and her expression revealed a bit of feminine gentleness.

"What are you doing on the roof? Your body temperature is lower than ice."

The snake's tail fell softly from the couch to the ground. After a long while, she heard the boy's calm answer.

"It's snowing, and the flowers are about to bloom."

"flower?"

"Well, the edelweiss flowers are about to bloom. We have to go back before they bloom." He paused and said slowly. "You can go too. I will invite you."

Violet showed a hint of surprise on her face. She didn't expect the other party to say that. Then she smiled and said softly, "Okay, I'll go."

The townspeople all knew that when the edelweiss flowers bloomed, the town would hold the Edelweiss Festival. People in the town would invite each other to watch, and Bai had received quite a few. So as a member of the new town, he should also be eligible to invite others, right?

Bai Wu shook his tail tip unconsciously, thinking casually: Will the master go back this year? Probably, although Partington is very prosperous, he seems to like that town more.

In this respect, he is the same as his master.

While he was thinking this, it was also snowing in the new town he had been longing for.

The temperature in the south is higher, and the tiny snowflakes melt as soon as they hit the ground, making the ground a little muddy.

When the temperature continues to drop, the wet ground will freeze. There will be several heavy snowfalls, and even the southern part will be impassable. Therefore, the last commercial operation must be completed before then.

The oxen pulling the cart chewed the last bite of grass, and the accompanying members checked the cart and the cargo. The brown-haired boy sat on the cart, looking back at the newly built fence several times, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

The knight stood at the entrance of the town with the townspeople. Seeing this, he couldn't help but laugh: "Go back with peace of mind. I will guard this place well."

The supplies that the profiteer personally led his team to Ya'an City to obtain were put to great use. Together with the supplies sent from the main town, the people of Xinzhen will have a good winter this year.

Looking at the town that he had personally helped to build, Mason was filled with thoughts.

"I see."

Ronald reminded them: "Don't forget to keep exercising when you get back. You can stay for two more days as long as you come back before the road is closed."

"I will also assist Lord Ronald in managing the Chamber of Commerce here."

Roland promised that now that Bai and the profiteer were gone, and Mason was going back to the main town, he finally got the position he had always wanted and became the temporary head of the Chamber of Commerce. He was also the one who selected and organized this team.

"Then I'll leave it to you. Baihe the profiteer should be back before the Edelweiss Festival, and he won't forget your contribution then."

Roland couldn't help but laugh dryly when he thought of the mutant who glared at him when he mentioned that he wanted to follow the profiteer.

"It's my job, it's my job. I just hope he doesn't secretly hate me for taking his place..."

The following words became quieter and quieter. Under the confused gaze of the noble boy, Roland shuddered suddenly and said quickly, "It's nothing. I just said I will try my best!"

"I trust you."

After the final inspection, the person in charge came to ask if we could set off. When Mason nodded, the driver whipped the cow, mooed, and slowly started walking.

As the wooden cart moved, Mason looked back and saw the figure standing in front of the town gradually moving away, turning into a small black dot, and finally disappearing at the end of his sight.

Small flakes of snow began to fall again, sticking to his cheeks coolly. The young man exhaled a long breath of white mist, and the driver hurriedly reminded him: "Master Mason, it's a bit cold with the snow, please sit in the car. We will be in town soon."

Mason retracted his gaze and said softly, "Okay."

The ox cart swayed and swayed, heading for a place that he had not seen for a long time. The boy closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the depths following the sound of dripping water, and he came to that magical space again.

Mason hadn't paid attention to the World Tree for a long time. He stepped into the dilapidated circular building and saw that the World Tree had grown taller.

The canopy is lush and green, with the two halves of green and flesh intertwined without a single gap. Above it is a vast expanse of stars, rooted in the center of the kingdom of the goddess of fate, overlooking the changes in fate and history.

Mason put his hands on the tree, and it seemed as if all the creatures were murmuring prayers. The voices gathered into a torrent, flowing into the World Tree.

The World Tree swayed gently under his hands, and each leaf was filled with pure white light. That was because the vests provided energy by changing the pulse of the world.

Mason realized that he now had two choices. One was to invest this energy into the World Tree to promote its growth, which would increase his own spiritual power. After the growth was completed, the World Tree would produce fruits of higher quality; the other was to directly produce new fruits.

The boy thought about it and chose the former. As he made up his mind, tiny dots of light appeared in the leaf veins, as if countless fireflies merged into the World Tree, making its aura continue to grow stronger.

This will take a long time, but the current situation is stable and the long-term benefits are worth it.

Mason looked at the tree in front of him, feeling happy and expectant. He opened his eyes and saw that the group had spent several more days on the muddy road, and the ox cart even got stuck once.

He used his blood vessels to pull the car out of the pothole. Looking at the bumpy road surface, he couldn't help muttering in his heart that he must speed up the road construction in the future.

After a lot of bumps and stumbles, the caravan arrived at its destination. With the sound of cowbells, a familiar town appeared at the end of the road. The people in the caravan cheered happily.

"We're here!"

Mason looked up and saw a couple standing at the gate besides the familiar one. The man was dignified and the woman was elegant. When he saw their faces, he was stunned for a moment, with some doubt in his eyes: "...Mom...?"

When they saw the couple, they also saw them.

The other people in the caravan immediately lowered their heads and recognized who the other person was: "My Lord Viscount!"

"Don't be shy, we're just here to pick up the kids."

Fayrell smiled and came over to give Mason a hug. Her clothes were cold, but her skin was warm.

"I missed you so much, my child. The meal is ready at home, let's go home."