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If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would scream.

But Mason stared at him very calmly for a few seconds, until the reflection in the mirror couldn't bear it anymore and looked away first.

What is he afraid of? Why is it that people are afraid of him here? If he gets crazy, he will definitely not be the one crying!

Mason confidently circled the room twice and stopped for the time being. After knowing the tragic experience of the Lost, Mason didn't want to treat them so roughly. As for what to do if a peaceful solution could not be used...

Then he could only perform physical salvation with mercy and sympathy for them! Rex and the others were still waiting for help.

In the suddenly dangerous atmosphere, the whole room was quiet and nothing unusual happened. Mason deliberately took another look. The "Orelius" in the mirror was so obedient that he felt sad that the fight was over before he could even make a move. Mason's hands moved with an itch, but he still sat back on the bed.

When he arrived, he found that the Lost Ones clearly preferred luxurious things and believed that they were the masters of this place. In this case, a refined and polite guest would obviously be more welcome than a bloody one.

A good host would naturally receive the guests politely. They wouldn't invite guests just to lie down for the night, right?

The young man whistled and waited calmly.

When the brass clock in the room struck ten, Mason heard a knock on the door.

He opened the door and the hostess, dressed in a gorgeous dress, stood outside the door and whispered softly, "Please follow me, guest. To welcome you, we have decided to hold a family banquet tonight."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

Mason smiled back. The woman in front of him was still stunningly beautiful, and the macaw perched on her shoulder, preening its feathers, looking lazy and content.

The hostess led the only guest to the first floor living room, which was lit up by candles as bright as day. The dignified, handsome host sat in the main seat, and all the family members gathered together. The host was obviously very happy to see the guest.

"Welcome, guest. It is our good fortune to meet you on such a night. I am Heiman, and this is my wife Sofia."

He invited the guest to sit down by his side, and then continued to introduce: "This is our child, Ollie. She is a little troublesome, but very smart and lovely."

The beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes sat in the second seat. After hearing her father's introduction, she blinked her curious eyes and looked at the guest with pure innocence: "Hello, what's your name? You are so pretty."

She stared at the strange guest intently. The well-cut fabric perfectly outlined the young man's broad shoulders and thin waist. His powerful but not exaggerated muscle lines made him look like a sturdy leopard. His dark red hair was loosely swept at the collar, and the open neckline exposed a large area of ​​his chest, all the way to his waist. His honey-colored skin was warm and moist under the light, making people salivate more than peeled nuts. (Mr. Reviewer, this is just a piece of clothing, nothing is written here, and there is no exposure!)

Logically, this handsome face with sharp features could easily seem too aggressive, but the lazy smile on the corners of his lips cleverly adds a touch of softness, making him both uninhibited and elegant, creating a lazy and contradictory temperament.

The man couldn't help but laugh when he saw this: "Look at my daughter, she is almost bewitched by you."

The guest raised his eyes - but Ollie only noticed that when he smiled, his eyes sparkled along with the gems on his headband. She couldn't help holding her breath and heard the young man laugh softly: "It's my honor to be liked by such a beautiful lady."

The girl's face flushed lovely red, she lowered her head shyly, and almost twisted the tissue in her hand into a ball. The middle-aged man in butler uniform politely replaced her napkin with a new one, his gold-rimmed glasses elegant: "I understand your joy to see the guests, but please spare this poor napkin, miss."

Ollie looked annoyed, but because she didn't want to leave a bad impression on her guests, she could only lower her voice and complain: "You are so annoying, Rambo!"

The voices were clearly heard by Mason. He had to say that the identities of the two people were very compatible. The host did not want the guests to continue to laugh at him, so he spoke out to stop the small quarrel. Then he continued to introduce the last person at the table.

"This is my most trusted knight, Ronald. I believe you will get along well with each other."

The knight in armor nodded in a friendly manner, and Mason smiled and said hello. After the hostess sat down, there was still an empty set of silverware on the table. The host noticed this and couldn't help but frowned: "Is Rex late again? Sophia, call him over, don't keep our guests waiting for too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, a somewhat ferocious figure rushed in from the door. His face was a little dirty and he looked flustered. When he saw his angry father, he lowered his head and said, "Sorry, Dad, I'm late..."

"Don't make this an exception, Ricks." The host looked at him sharply until he sat down. He softened his expression and introduced Mason: "This is my little son. He is not very confident and always makes mistakes. But please don't laugh at him because of this, he will be sad."

Ricks shrank his head and showed a sad expression. This was inconsistent with his usual character, but Mason did not feel false from his performance, as if Ricks was a person with this personality.

Rambo poured red wine for everyone. The crystal-clear wine was like blood and more fragrant than flowers. The host raised his glass and said, "Cheers to our meeting tonight."

"Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the wine together. The table was full of delicious food, which was shared with laughter. The meat was fully stimulated after being grilled, and after being sprinkled with enough spices, people wanted to swallow their tongues. The sliced ​​and grilled mushrooms were silky in the mouth, and the aroma similar to milk was diffused when chewing...

The food was so delicious that it made one's stomach twitch with hunger from the first bite. No matter how much one ate, it couldn't satisfy this craving. Mason's eyes slid across everyone's faces. Under the light, white, sharp teeth tore at the bright red, soft meat, and the spilled fat was carefully licked away by the scarlet tongue. Everyone had an extremely greedy smile on their face, and the sound of chewing was endless, like a reverberating sound flowing in the hall.

I have a good appetite...

Mason played with the golden fork and looked up at the fireplace and huge portrait behind the male host. Above the red brick fireplace with gold foil on the outside, there was a portrait of the male and female host. The two of them were facing the people in the hall, wearing gorgeous clothes and holding hands, which showed that they had a very good relationship. The colors were delicate and bold, and it was definitely the work of a famous artist.

But this portrait has no signature or date, which is not in line with the painting habit. Recalling the paintings I saw in the corridor before, each one was the same as this one. Although extremely realistic, there is no signature from the painter.

The host swallowed the mushroom and asked with a smile: "Are you satisfied with this banquet, guest?"

The red-haired young man came back to his senses and replied with a smile: "Of course, your hospitality is very thoughtful."

"That's great. We all love to entertain guests. Tonight's party is over. My wife will take you home. It's still dark outside. Please have a good rest, guest."

The hostess wiped her lips gracefully, and her beauty was radiant in the healthy blush on her cheeks. She stood up and walked to the guest, leading him back to the room. As the door clicked, the smile on the red-haired young man's face gradually faded.

He shook out the smuggled golden fork from his sleeve. Under his gaze, the hard metal slowly melted into the air until it disappeared.

It seems that the Lost One is very vigilant, so he took away all the weapons he took. But this means that as long as he has weapons, the other party can be killed.

Although it is very realistic, many things here have loopholes: no famous portraits can be sold, and the nobles will not let the hostess serve the guests personally. As for Orih and others who are regarded as family members, it goes without saying...

Whatever the truth is, some of it must exist.

Mason waited quietly for a while, until there was no sound outside, then he raised his hand to untie the hairband, and the rusty hair slid down like water. He pulled out a few strands of hair, bit his fingers, and a red blood bead flowed out, soaking them.

"His blood is silver, and his bones are gold. And all that watered his bones and blood is his armor."

The soft hair wriggled like a living thing, piercing into the wound to draw blood. It stretched out endlessly, soft and smooth, and just a few strands were enough to fill the entire room.

——The one thing that exists even in illusion is himself.

Since the lost will be killed, the guest is no exception, and his body is absolutely real.

Under the reinforcement at the cost of blood, the originally fragile hair quietly awakened. They connected with the young man's consciousness, quietly drilled out from the cracks in the door, and crawled and meandered to various places in the castle. The entire building structure gradually became three-dimensional in the young man's mind: the kitchen, the restaurant, various rooms, the knights on patrol... and the door in the corridor on the first floor, which had become the passage they came from.

Is that the host and hostess' room?

The young man exhaled slowly, and listened to the brass clock in the room striking the twelfth note. The lily-shaped hands overlapped and bounced back one by one.

Tick, tick, tick.

The two pointers stopped moving and quietly pointed to the nine o'clock position.

There was silence outside the corridor. There was still an hour before the hostess would come to invite him to dinner.

Mason stood up, raised his hand and gently pushed open the door.