Good and Bad

After a week of treatment, the wounds on the red-haired youth no longer affected his activities. His high-efficiency recovery ability was fully developed based on the treatment. The only problem left was the excessive blood loss, which he only needed to recover slowly.

Mason tried it and was satisfied to find that he had regained his normal mobility. Time was running out, so he simply followed Rambo's reminder and went to visit the little girl named Vera on a sunny afternoon.

It is impossible to treat pollution by going to an ordinary hospital or using an ordinary doctor.

Those who can treat bloodline patients are naturally bloodline patients. The most professional ones are naturally in the Earl's Palace, and their number is relatively rare.

Therefore, the Earl's Palace specially set up a row of wards for emergency treatment in cases like this one. To ensure that doctors could reach the rooms of different patients as quickly as possible, the children's wards were not far away from them. Guided by the house number, Mason quickly found the place.

Because of his young age, Vera had a maid who was responsible for taking care of him. The young man saw the maid standing nearby at a glance. He did not go in directly. The maid hurriedly bowed to him and whispered that the previous doctor had just gone in.

Mason waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. The door was not closed tightly. He stood at the door and could see the decoration inside the ward through the crack.

Different from the wards for adults, this ward was specially decorated with cute paintings on the walls, exuding warm and sweet tones everywhere.

There was a simple bed inside. The little girl sat on the bed blankly, as if immersed in her own world, without any reaction to external stimuli. A Japanese woman in her forties, wearing a long skirt, sat beside the bed, holding a bowl of fruit in her hand and a fork in her right hand.

She picked up a piece of fruit and fed it to her lips, coaxing her with soft words, and the girl ate it stupidly. Everything seemed to come from instinct, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

"Poor boy, I heard your story. It's not your fault. You were just deceived."

The female bloodline comforted the other person with compassion, waves emanating from her body, and the power of her words strangely affected the mind, causing the listener to involuntarily believe her words and relieve their own pressure, but the latter did not react at all.

In fact, blood that can heal the mind is extremely rare. Mason saw at a glance that the other party's ability should belong to some kind of deceiver. It is also to influence the mind, but it uses lies to produce an effect that is beneficial to itself.

After waking up, Vera was so shocked to learn the truth that she was unable to communicate with anyone. Therefore, Count Yaan specially sent a corresponding spiritual bloodline to take care of her. Judging from the current situation, it is obviously ineffective.

This is common for people who have suddenly suffered a great blow. Amira really protected these children very well. Even those who left did not think that their companions had surrendered to the enemy voluntarily. They just thought that their friends were controlled by the phantom spider. Some of the younger children wiped their tears before leaving, begging the doctor to cure Vera.

"You were just deceived and didn't see the truth. You are still young, even if you did something wrong, it can't be entirely your fault."

The red-haired young man stood at the door, listening to the soft words of the female bloodline inside. Under the influence of her ability, Vera slightly raised her eyes, revealing the black lines climbing along her cheeks, looking like a coiled spider.

Just when the Bloodline thought that the trick had worked, the girl lowered her head in silence again. Hearing this, Mason raised his hand and knocked on the door. The Bloodline inside the door turned around subconsciously, and stood up in surprise when he saw him.

"Mr. Aurelius, what brings you here?"

No one in the Earl's Palace had not heard of the other's name. This powerful, mysterious and unique bloodline was revered by everyone for his outstanding contributions. The red-haired young man waved his hand: "I just want to talk to her."

"Are you here to see the child? She rarely responds to the outside world now and may not be able to answer your questions."

"It doesn't matter, as long as she can hear what I say."

"I see. I'll come back later then."

The Bloodline bowed to him and closed the door thoughtfully when he left. Mason withdrew his gaze and stood in front of the bed, looking down at Vera's face.

The ability of blood is far more efficient than the modern high technology he knows. Even though the girl's abdomen was completely hollowed out before, she did not appear to be seriously injured. Her face was just very pale, and her eyes were scattered and vague, as if her soul was not there.

The young man looked at her for a while and said slowly, "Hello, Vera."

The girl didn't react.

He didn't care and continued, "I am Aurelius, one of the murderers who destroyed the town and an accomplice in the murder of Amera. At the same time, I was also the last person to see him and the townspeople."

"Do you want to hear what they think of you?"

As if touched by some of his words, the girl finally responded. Her eyes moved towards him very slowly. The young man smiled and looked into her eyes, his tone very soft.

"I thought they forgave you."

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes. She opened her mouth and uttered incoherent words, trying desperately to say something. The young man raised his hand and made a calming gesture, and continued, "But you should know that this doesn't mean anything."

He stared at the child's face. Anyone who saw that poor, haggard face would feel soft-hearted. What could a young child do wrong? She was just deceived, just didn't understand these things, just too young to know the truth.

Just like what the Bloodline said, everyone will agree with these words.

But is this really the case?

"As victims, they have the right to decide whether to forgive you. I have no right to comment. But your actions not only nearly destroyed their efforts, but also implicated those innocent children and the rescue team, causing everyone to almost die there."

"No matter what your thoughts are or what your reasons are for doing this, you should now understand that this is the consequence of your ignorance."

What makes them forgive Vera is their love for her, but that doesn't mean the girl didn't do anything wrong. Whether it's Vera or the people who were let down, they have to swallow the consequences of their own actions.

"Amira was naive, and he paid the price. The townspeople ignored communication in order to protect you, and they paid the price. So now, it's your turn to pay the price."

Aurelius spoke slowly, and every word was as sharp as a knife that was not exposed to the light, and it would be stained with blood when it was unsheathed. The little girl's tears flowed more fiercely, her shoulders trembled, and her face was full of fear, but she did not resist, but silently closed her eyes, waiting for the punishment from the other side.

...will I die?

As punishment for being a bad person, she will definitely die just like the story says.

This was all her fault. She didn't know that this was a choice her sister made to protect herself, and that this was the Baron's hard work. When she saw the children around her, she only thought of the faces of their parents watching when her sister died.

Why didn't you save my sister? I must take revenge!

Filled with rage and malice, Vera, blinded by hatred, agreed without hesitation to the village guards' suggestion.

The bloodline is the enemy who deceived them, and the adults in the village are the murderers who abandoned her sister. Only the guards who have been guarding the town are still on her side, allowing the weak girl to have the ability to retaliate.

Even if she dies, it doesn't matter. She doesn't want to leave here. She wants to avenge her sister, even if it means sacrificing her own life! Everyone deserves to die. Bystanders, participants, and beneficiaries are all murderers!

But under the cruel blow of reality, everything was like a torn glass candy wrapper, revealing the fantastic truth underneath. The reality she thought was torn apart easily, leaving only countless accusations and screams echoing in her ears.

It was me who killed everyone, it was me who killed the Baron, it was even me who killed my sister...!

Everyone died to protect me!

But, but I...

The girl's young thoughts were stuck in a ball. She subconsciously wanted to justify herself, but she couldn't find a reason to justify herself. The thoughts hidden deep inside pointed out her mistakes sharply, making Vera unable to ignore the voice in her heart.

——It was because of her willful behavior that everyone’s efforts were wasted.

The Baron, everyone, and even her companions almost died because of her betrayal...!

The persuasion from the female bloodline did not help her get over the blow. She was still standing on the floating clouds, and even she could not convince herself to believe those words that said it was not her fault.

The young man in front of her directly shattered all the superficial pretense with the most straightforward words, forcing her into a corner where she had nowhere to escape. He did not allow her to retreat, and opened the already painful wound, causing a large amount of pus and blood to flow out.

Vera screamed and grabbed the pillow on the bed. Her over-stimulated brain could not bear the burden. Out of protective consciousness, she cried and screamed, and threw the pillow, quilt and even the cup on the young man.

The person outside the door rushed in immediately upon hearing the sound, his eyes nervously wandering between Vera and the young man, not knowing for a moment whether to stop the stimulation of the patient or to prioritize protecting the blood relative that the Earl currently values ​​most.

Oreius easily caught the thrown objects and waved his hand to signal them to leave. The maid and the psychic bloodline waiting outside the door hesitated for a while, but still retreated respectfully.

The young man returned his gaze to the girl's face and asked calmly, "What's the point of crying?"

Vera's chest rose and fell rapidly, and she looked at him with eyes full of tears. The young man's words drilled into her head, making her unable to breathe, but they were as clear as a whisper in her ear.

"Ignorance is evil. Everyone has to pay the price for their own choices, and you happen to be the one who is left behind. Someone loves you, someone protects you, and someone still cares about you at the end of his life, so you survived."

"I won't kill you."

"You can choose to die, but death doesn't solve the problem. I think you need to live to atone for your sins," he said.

“..Ah…Ah…?”

The little voice seemed to repeat the word, with endless fear and confusion. The adult nodded frankly without hiding it.

"You are both unfortunate and lucky. Before coming here, I read your physical examination report. You are contaminated."

"Those who are contaminated will either be infected with the Black Mist Curse or die. Only a very small number of people can find the right bloodline and become bloodline holders. But this process is a life-or-death struggle."

"Not everyone has the potential to become a bloodline person. Compared to others, you now have a new choice."

Not every bloodline person can find the bloodline that suits them.

Monsters have different personalities, origins, attributes, and abilities. Therefore, you must be careful when choosing a bloodline to suit yourself.

For example, the [Shadow Puppet] chosen by Shaken comes and goes without a trace, is cunning and treacherous by nature, and can always find a way to survive, which is consistent with the opponent's personality.

Another example is the [Human-faced Eagle] chosen by Ya'an, who was born as the king of the sky, powerful and arrogant by nature, which just corresponds to the earl who has been in charge of Ya'an City for generations and can be said to be a crowned earl.

The girl in front of her was very lucky. There were a large number of phantom spiders in Amira's town, which could provide her with the raw materials for the ceremony. She herself had once housed phantom spider eggs and lived with them for a period of time. If she tried to fuse the blood of the phantom spiders, it would mean a high chance of success.

"It all depends on your choice."

The red-haired young man had no intention of forcing her, but patiently said, "If you choose to become an ordinary person, the Earl will ask the bloodline to come and remove the pollution for you. As for how to get along with your former friends and how to view the affairs of Amira and others, that is your problem."

"If you choose the latter, the Earl's Mansion can provide blood fusion rituals and corresponding guidance, but this means you have come to a completely different world."

"This world does not tolerate childishness and innocence, and no one will protect you like Amira and the others. It is full of horror, weirdness, and absurdity, and the previous scenes will only be repeated countless times. If ordinary people face the fear of death, then the bloodline people standing at a higher place will only witness despair."

"This is a foggy and uncertain future. As long as you step onto this road, it means that one day you will die without a burial place."

The last few words were pronounced very clearly, and the dark scene could be seen from the description alone. Fear slowly climbed up her spine. Vera listened to the other person in a daze.

Unlike others, he left the right of choice to the girl herself, even if the answer was bloody. But this world is too stingy to tolerate naive fantasies.

"I just give you some options. It's up to you to decide how to choose. No one can make the decision for you."

The young man's attitude was not bad, and could even be considered good. Before answering this question, the girl subconsciously glanced around her.

But she soon realized that there was no one around her. Incomparable loneliness and pain filled her chest. After a long time, she opened her mouth and wanted to ask if she agreed, would she have the power to protect everyone?

...No, it's not.

What I want to ask is, if I say yes, can I atone for my sins? Will people forgive me? Can I make up for the things I did wrong?

Her expression was so eager that Aurelius immediately understood what she meant. He shook his head and answered seriously.

"I'm sorry, but you should know that good and bad are two different lines. A good person doing bad things or a bad person doing good things does not mean that their crimes are offset. You can use this power to protect others, but what you have done will never change."

The dead will not be resurrected, and scars will not heal. This world is extremely cruel. Whether it is for the living or the dead, as long as there is one person who still remembers it, this matter will never pass.

The girl's eyes dimmed, and after a moment, she nodded vigorously and made her choice.

Oreius patted her shoulder and said, "Think positively. At least next time you encounter something like this, you won't be the only one watching."

The girl raised her eyes, stared at him for a while, then grabbed the young man's hand and drew something in his palm with her fingers.

She wrote so crookedly that it took the red-haired young man a while to decipher what she wrote. A complex emotion flashed across his dark golden eyes. He replied gently, "Maybe."

The girl stopped asking.

She watched the young man turn around and leave, and the female bloodline came back in and wiped the tears off her face.

She asked, "Are you okay, kid? What did you talk about?"

Vera nodded and shook her head. At this moment, the little girl seemed to have grown up suddenly, carrying something heavy on her back, and her eyes were serious, which was not in line with her age.

She grabbed the woman's hand and wrote on her palm.

[I am not a child, my name is Vera. ]

[Vera from the Barony of Amera.]

She will always remember where she came from and what she has done.

…

Time flies, especially when nothing big happens.

In the territory, Mason's original body was receiving training and eating nourishing meals made by his mother. His father, who went out early and came back late, had taken on the responsibility of maintaining order in the territory, but when he saw Mason, he would always rub his son's head and ask if he had eaten well recently. After the master returned, the castle became more and more lively, and Mason gradually got used to the rehabilitation schedule of exercising.

In Ya'an, Count Ya'an was making preparations for the trip. He was very busy with personnel transfers, luggage preparations, and affairs arrangements. Unfortunately, many problems in the territory had nothing to do with the injured patients, so Oreius was happy to be free and easy.

He only needed to visit the Earl occasionally and get to know the more important people in the city. With the help of Rambo and the people from various parts of the city, he didn't need to worry about internal affairs at all. He only needed to pay attention to his physical recovery and protect the safety of the territory.

However, in the city of Corian, Canaan finally received the Pope's message conveyed by Santo.

When Santo entered the room, he saw the silver-haired young man sitting at the table reading a book. This generation of the Holy Son seemed to prefer a quiet environment, and he often sat in the bright and clean lounge to read books. The existing books in Corian City were delivered here day and night, and he read faster than he could transport them.

The sunlight shone through the window glass and shone on the silver hair that slid down the back, as gorgeous and flawless as brocade.

The priest said joyfully, "Sir, we can return to the Holy City now."

The silver-haired Son of God looked up at him, and without waiting for any questions, the priest who was good at observing people's expressions told him everything clearly.

"The Pope is actively searching for the whereabouts of the craftsmen based on the information you provided. His Majesty intends to entrust this matter to you. At the same time, you also need to assume your responsibilities as the Son of God."

"Duty?"

Santo listed them all: "As a saint, in addition to completing daily tasks, you must also write down your thoughts on the road regularly for researchers to refer to; go to various places to carry out pollution purification activities to gain public support; in the area bordering the black fog, we have cooperation with the Council of Nobles, and we need to regularly purify the pollution in the reclaimed areas..."

There are so many things, from the summary of cultivation to the hunting down of heretics, to purifying pollution, rallying the people, maintaining the public image of the church, etc. There are more than a dozen items that are enough to make people feel overwhelmed.

The young man looked confused: "Is this all the work of the Son of God?"

"Of course, please do not underestimate these tasks. Getting along well with the people is good for your image. Although the Noble Association is greedy, we are the pillars of the community and we have to interact with each other on a regular basis. As for purifying pollution, it is the top priority, especially since you have an extremely strong purification ability that can surpass hundreds of believers. However, these things need to be returned to the Holy City first, and His Holiness the Pope will personally hand over the task to you."

Santo seemed particularly serious about this matter and gave a long and rambling explanation.

As he said, the reason why the Son of God was able to embark on the path of artificial godhood was all due to the faith of others. Canaan's body will not get tired, does not need to eat, and can run fully automatically just by polluting. It is simply the best part-time robot.

Thinking of this, the Son of God sighed softly in his heart and answered, "I understand."

Santo smiled brightly and made a prompt decision: "Since you have no objection, I will arrange the return trip now."

...no carriage.

The silver-haired young man swallowed these inappropriate words vaguely, feeling lost in his heart.

The world's severely damaged technology does not support the free use of spaceships, and for unimportant matters, riding in a carriage is still the mainstream. Whenever he thinks of this, he will make a note of it in his heart.

Although the carriage was moving at a fairly fast speed, the bumps were too strong and riding it for a long time was a torture.

With a sad heart, the Son of God nodded in response to the other party's words, knowing that another busy period of work was about to begin.

I just don’t know what the first mission the church will announce will be…

Thinking about returning to the Holy City, in addition to considering how to deal with the Pope, the young man's thoughts diverged for a moment when he thought of the library that existed as a pollutant.

In order to better play the role, he finally understood the importance of studying during this period. Maybe he can take the opportunity to read more when he goes back this time?

The church certainly won’t care anyway.

The three parties each had tasks to perform, and everything went according to plan in an orderly manner, returning to a rhythm of peace and harmony.

At this time, there were still three days before Ya'an and Shaken led their team to leave Ya'an City and go to the central region to report on their work.