Hello!

Going to Ya'an city?

Mason nodded without hesitation, causing the other party to chuckle and ruffle his hair again.

Mason accepted it reluctantly because Abner had helped him. Abner was about to touch her again, but was ruthlessly shaken off. The man touched his right hand regretfully, muttering that the child was becoming less lovable as he grew older, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The next day, Abner took Mason out to the street.

The town was the same as when he left it. Firewood was piled in front of every house, and just like the new town, they were ready for winter.

Abner was wearing a newly made snowcoat. The collar had a dust and windproof velvet, which looked nice to the touch. Pfeiler also made one for Mason. The two of them walked down the street, the big and the small in perfect harmony.

The man was obviously in a good mood today. He would nod and greet acquaintances. He had a resolute and cold face. Unlike his gentle wife, Abner's face seemed to be labeled as a steely straight man.

While chatting, his fingers "inadvertently" brushed across the fur collar, flicking away the nonexistent dust as if nothing had happened. Then he turned to the hem and calmly shook the wrinkle-free hem.

The series of actions were between deliberate and natural, and the person being communicated with naturally shifted his gaze to his clothes and then noticed that they were the same style.

"This dress suits you and the young master very well. Which craftsman made it?"

"You're joking. My wife made this for me."

The other party's eyes widened in surprise: "Ms. Faile made it herself!? She really loves you and the children, and even made clothes for you two!"

Only when he was satisfied with what he wanted did Abner give up and continue to tidy up his clothes. This situation kept repeating, and Mason was amazed. When people want to play tricks, even a peacock will be inferior to it.

The snowy town was quiet and harmonious, with the soles of shoes making rustling sounds as they stepped on the snow. The cars of the Xinzhen caravan stopped in front of several businesses, and seemed to be exchanging goods.

Roland had made all the arrangements, so there was no need for Mason to intervene. He stayed for a while and then left with Abner.

Listening to the bloodline people talking about their governance experience, Mason strolled through the cold town in early winter. When passing by a certain street, Mason suddenly smelled a rich and sweet fragrance.

The faint fragrance was very tempting, and he subconsciously heard footsteps. A hint of coldness flashed in Abner's eyes, and he fell back a step to block Mason's right, even though the latter had already sensed it.

"Wine...Give me wine...I want secret brew..."

The drunk staggered out of the alley, raising his fist at passers-by with bleary eyes. He was skinny, with high cheekbones, and a frighteningly bright rose-red color. He looked extremely crazy.

The tall male bloodline had a blank expression on his face. When the other person approached, he grabbed his throat and lifted him up from the ground. The drunkard made a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and his legs kept kicking and struggling in the air.

"I thought that I had demonstrated enough by dealing with two people yesterday, but I didn't expect that someone else would want to challenge me."

Abner threw the choking drunkard to the ground and glanced at the other people in the alley. Under the threat of death, they woke up from the paralysis of alcohol and looked at the man with horror.

"Lord, Lord!"

"I told you, this kind of stuff is not allowed in my territory. Anyone who drinks it again will die."

Abner looked at them coldly, with a strong sense of hostility in his pupils. He looked like he really wanted to take action. Mason touched the back of the man's hand, and he lowered his eyes, his sticky malice subsided a little, and said in a gentle voice: "Did I scare you? Don't worry, I'll take care of them right away."

Those who obey are subjects, and those who disobey are pests. A territory is like a farmland, requiring the lord to diligently weed and remove pests. The drunkards' safety radars finally rang, and they took the opportunity to run away. Abner glanced at them and did not chase them.

"You are still too kind. There is nothing to say when you meet a guy like this. Throw them all into the cell."

He had just dealt with the troublemaker yesterday, but he didn't expect this thing to be as persistent as a weed. Abner was shocked and thought that he had to go as soon as possible.

"I will be going to Ya'an in a few days and I will take you with me. There are many people of the Ya'an bloodline, and you should be able to find a qualified teacher there."

Mason was stunned when he heard this: "Teacher?"

"Of course. Mastering bloodline abilities is not something that can be accomplished in a day or two. Absorbing excessive pollution will cause your personality to change drastically for a period of time until you have fully mastered your abilities."

Abner stretched out his finger and drew a line in the air, dividing the invisible water surface.

"Just like light and darkness, if you get lost in pollution, you will become a monster. Learning to live in peace with your own evil is a compulsory course for bloodline people. I will ask Ya'an to help you find a good teacher."

"You and Count Yanan..."

"We were comrades in arms. He was the superior of Fayrel and me, and was famous on the battlefield, killing many monsters. Later, he returned to his family to inherit the city of Ya'an, and we followed him back and became nobles under his command. Ya'an is a good man, and I believe he will like you very much."

The last time I saw Yaan was when he was doing business with profiteers. When he left, the Earl looked as if he didn't want to see him again in this life. Mason's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he nodded.

“I’ll go!”

Abner's eyes were filled with laughter, and he patted the other person's head encouragingly: "I knew you would want to visit Ya'an City."

After a long time, the scenery of Ya'an City remains the same. Due to the snow in winter, there are fewer pedestrians at the gate.

The carriage drove into the city gate. Mason lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out. He saw a familiar stone monster sculpture. The loyal guard stood at the gate, carefully checking the entry permit. A trace of nostalgia flashed in the boy's eyes. When he first saw Ya'an, he made a scene at the city gate.

Today is different from the past. With the Viscount's identity certificate, they had no problem entering Ya'an City. The carriage went straight to the Earl's Mansion in the center of the city. Mason looked out and suddenly saw several familiar figures.

Before he could take a closer look, the other person had already merged into the crowd. Abner glanced out the window and asked, "Did you see someone you know?"

"Nothing much, I just think Ya'an is very prosperous."

"After all, it was the Ya'an family that spent so much time building this city. Work hard, the future development of our territory will depend on you."

Abner patted his head and took the boy into the Marquis's mansion. Yaan was sitting in the office reviewing documents. Since the first time he met him, the documents on the Earl's desk seemed to have never decreased.

Seeing Abner coming in, Yaan smiled. He stood up and hugged him: "It's been a long time. I thought you would never come to me again in this life."

The man smiled and patted him on the back: "How is that possible? We are good brothers."

"Come on, if nothing happened you wouldn't think of me at all. Tell me, what are you doing this time?"

This was so true. Abner pushed the chestnut-haired boy to the other side and said in a boastful tone: "This is my son, Mason."

Even if some people become parents and mature, they still cannot change their childish nature. Yaan felt helpless and happy. Rather than seeing his friend's tired face, he wanted to hear his usual laughter. With a gentle gaze on the boy's face, Yaan took off the sapphire cufflinks he was wearing and gave them to him.

"You look a lot like your parents."

Giving money as soon as we met, he is worthy of being the Earl of Ya'an! Mason's liking for him suddenly exploded, and he smiled brilliantly without hesitation. Abner spoke at the right time.

"Don't try to fool people with these worthless things. My son wants the best. Take out the sealed objects in your treasure house and let me see them."

"…Are you here to rob?"

Under Abner's coercion and inducement, Count Yaan had to sign an unequal treaty and promised to give Mason another seal before he left Yaan. The man patted Mason's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "Hurry up and say thank you to Uncle Yaan."

Mason was silent for a while after hearing this title. Abner was indeed born to rule him... He said stiffly, "Thank you, Uncle Yaan." In his heart, he silently swore that he would never reveal his identity in his life, otherwise he would immediately find a piece of tofu to kill himself.

The two adults obviously didn't notice what the boy was thinking. They exchanged a few words in a low voice. Abner pushed Mason out the door and said casually, "I have something to say to your uncle Ya'an. Go out and play by yourself."

The door closed with a snap. The chestnut-haired boy dropped a spore as he turned around, and snuck into the crack of the door to eavesdrop on the sounds inside.

"Help my son find a teacher with plant bloodline. He just got promoted, so he needs to be safe, kind, responsible, and preferably one with connections. That would be the most convenient."

Yaan said angrily, "With so many requests, why don't you just let me be your son's teacher?"

Abner said confidently, "I would like to, but you are a wind controller and my son is a plant scientist. You can't teach him even if I want you to."

"You wish. The best plant bloodline in Ya'an is a pharmacist. Let me see what I can do..."

The sound inside gradually became fainter, and then was ruthlessly suppressed. Mason shuddered, and Ya'an's voice came with the wind.

"Eavesdropping is not something a child should do. Go play."

The two adults obviously didn't want him to get involved in what was going to happen next. The chestnut-haired boy curled his lips and ran away in a flash.

He first walked around the Earl's Mansion. There were many more mechanical city products in the Earl's Mansion, and thermal energy pipelines were installed underground. It was estimated that the energy source he brought back from the Black Mist Believer's laboratory was used.

At that time, I never thought that I would have a town. It is a good choice to keep it and take it back with me. The heater rises from the soles of my feet, making me feel warm all over. Mason is determined to build a new town in the future.

The guards of the Earl's Mansion came and went, unaware that someone was watching them. Mason knew the defense of the Earl's Mansion very well, and Oleus's days here were not in vain. He pretended to be wandering around for a while, and sneaked out when the guards changed their posts, and went around to District 11 with a familiar route.

Olih's clothing store stood at a corner of the street, and it looked plain and simple. Olih's clone was sitting at the door basking in the sun. Mason avoided her and walked along the familiar route in his memory. Not long after, he saw the three people he had just passed by.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed girl in a dress chattered, and the middle-aged man held a bag full of food in one hand while listening to her talk. Behind them followed a little girl in a black uniform, with strange black lines all over her face. The three of them stood together, completely different yet compatible with each other.

Strange, Olige no longer rejects Vera?

Mason was full of questions, and even wanted to bring Aurelius back now, put on a vest and listen to the gossip. Perhaps he stared at her for too long, Vera looked back coldly, her face full of maturity that did not match her age.

Mason gave her an apologetic smile and then looked away, observing them only from the corner of his eye. He was also being observed.

Rambo was the first to notice the other party's strangeness. The chestnut-haired boy looked pale, his bloodline was not high, but his consciousness was very strong.

Perhaps he himself did not realize that every step he took was in their blind spot. If no one was paying special attention, it would be difficult for anyone to find his trace. The boy was not very old, but whether it was the slightly bent posture or the unconscious rubbing of fingers, it meant that he was ready to respond to attacks at any time, which was not the level of an ordinary bloodline person at all.

Vera stared at him for a while, then spoke in her mind's web of thoughts: "He used Mr. Aurelius's footwork."

Oleus had taught her for a while in Ya'an City, and after the young man left, Vera repeatedly studied what he taught her. That's why she could recognize it at a glance.

When Oleus' name was heard, Olige was the most excited: "Since he was spying on us, it wouldn't be a problem for us to go over and ask him."

As long as it wasn't too much, Rambo would never refuse her request, and Vera was even less likely to raise any objections. The three of them walked towards the young man, and the pedestrians around them dispersed one after another, creating a strange atmosphere.

When the petite blond bully stood in front of him, looking at him with her chin raised, the feeling became stronger. With a hint of subtlety, Mason listened to what Orihi asked him.

"Hey, do you know Aurelius?"