I apologize

If we carefully review what happened to Oleus in the past few days, we will find that it is actually quite colorful.

Although he was badly cheated, Shaken was more or less an excellent heir who had received family training, so he did not make a fuss about it. When it was time to gather, the group met as scheduled.

The two bloodline players recommended by Earl Yan arrived quite early. As he said, they were the bloodline player captain of Area 4, Osk, and team member Shatlia. The former was of Thunder Rhino bloodline, with eye-catching purple hair, while the latter had brown hair and green eyes, which did not quite fit the stereotype of angels.

But when he was not conscious, no matter who his companions were, it had no effect on the red-haired young man. If Oreus's thinking ability was normally 1, then at this moment, he was like a stuck robot, and his speed dropped to a few tenths of zero.

This is inevitable, after all, although there are many vests, they are controlled by one person. Although the growth of the world tree allows Mason to have more spare power to open several lines at the same time, who can prevent Mason from entering the space where the world tree is when entering the book? Therefore, the vest with insufficient brain function ability relied on the remaining computing power to faithfully carry out Mason's previous plan: maintain the character setting and complete the task.

It can be said that he kills people if he gets in the way, and kills gods if he gets in the way, abandoning most of his thinking ability. Fortunately, this face holds up most of his aura. When his face is expressionless, it is like a sword drawn from its sheath, soaked in blood and coldness.

Even Olih and Rambo thought he was sulking for some reason and didn't dare to talk to Oleus. But Shaken did something to him during the mission, using a special powder that could attract monsters to make Oleus look bad, and he happened to run into the opponent's dangerous counterattack mechanism.

When the people who had separated from Oleus found him again, the red-haired young man was standing on the corpse of the tainted beast, wiping the sword in his hand without knowing anything. The long sword of the knight family was tough and durable. Even after the weapons were removed, it continued to drip with scarlet blood. The blood and the corpse piled up at the feet of the young man, soaking his trousers.

To be honest, people living in the Black Mist Era have long been accustomed to this kind of situation. At first, no one paid much attention to it. Oleus wiped his sword as naturally as eating and drinking water. There was a wound on his right arm from being bitten by a ferocious beast. Hearing the noise, the red-haired young man raised his head calmly and greeted them.

Shatlia treated the swordsman's wounds, and Shaken squatted down to examine the bodies of the monsters, and was surprised to find that they were all chopped into several pieces. The murderer used the most straightforward method, so that the killing seemed too easy and did not leave any suspense.

It seems that he underestimated the other party... Shaken thought to himself. After a short rest, they continued to move forward. The mission arranged by the Earl was not just in one place, but around the edge of the territory. Even with the fastest carriage, it would take a month to travel all these places. But after clearing the first place, Oreius naturally called out the teleportation gate. Or rather, the teleportation gate had always been with them.

Even though he lacks the ability to think, this part of Mason is still Mason. Facing a month-long journey ahead, he made a very natural decision: if he can take a shortcut, he will never take a carriage!

...I am indeed a man of integrity. Mason silently praised himself. If he died, the words "Do not ride in a carriage" would definitely be written in blood on his tombstone.

After complaining about the poor carriages in this world, Mason continued to watch according to his memory. He hated carriages, so he naturally chose the backup method. When the portal appeared in front of everyone impatiently and shouted "It's a pleasure to serve you!", except for the two people who had already seen the portal, the expressions of the other bloodline people suddenly changed.

A pollutant with autonomous consciousness and a level of "out of control"! Judging from its behavior, its ability is definitely not low!

Under Oleus's ugly face, the portal also misunderstood accurately. The originally cheerful voice froze, and the pollutants attached to a broken wooden door trembled, and with tears in his eyes, he made a reluctant decision: "Are you not very happy today? Who made you unhappy? Oh, sir, as long as you say a word, I can, no, I can, uh, I can send a few people to where they want to go for free without your blood this time!"

Hearing its flattery, the red-haired young man said nothing, which made the portal think even more frantically about what it had done wrong. When it got tangled up, Rambo had already read out the address very skillfully.

The door shrouded in black mist opened, revealing a dark space inside. The space inside the portal was always in chaos. Oleus walked in directly, followed by Orihe and Rambo.

The newcomers looked at each other and chose to trust their companions. Only Shaken, who stayed until the end, was a little doubtful and extremely wary of what abilities the other party had. But when he saw everyone else go in, he frowned and followed.

The next thing became very simple, but at the same time it was terrifying for everyone. They watched the red-haired young man as he was like a machine operating with precision, accepting missions, finding targets, killing monsters, cleaning up weapons, and then leading his companions into the portal to start the next mission. This cycle repeated itself over and over again, with extreme efficiency, and anyone who saw it would be amazed at how terrifying it was.

But in reality, this is really terrifying. Different missions have different locations, difficulties, and targets. Many monsters hide in the depths of the black fog, or are insidious and vicious. The first time Shaken saw the other party kill a monster with his own eyes, he only felt dangerous, but when he saw a monster pounce on Oleus and almost bite off the other party's shoulder meat, but was pierced by the young man with a long sword with an expressionless face, his evaluation mentality gradually turned into solemnity.

As the heir of the family, he is irritable and easily angered, but he is definitely not a fool. Even from Shaken's experience, the opponent's ability is really not to be underestimated. Coupled with this fearless style, it is simply the most powerful fighting tool. In one battle after another, Shaken gradually realized that he seemed to have gotten into a big trouble.

Some people will repeat the same mistakes over and over again, while others will not hesitate to correct them. Obviously, Shaken is not one of the former.

Yes, he acted decisively without any hesitation. Even though he had just planned to kill the opponent, he immediately changed his strategy.

Even Oreius needed to rest to replenish his energy. After finding a place to rest after a long journey, Shaken personally came to apologize to Oreius and promised to send him a great gift. But the latter did not respond at all - no wonder, with the remaining consciousness, he would get stuck if he tried to think too hard, and it was good enough to remember to complete the task.

There is no doubt that Shaken was slapped in the face, but the strange thing is that this arrogant and arrogant royal descendant actually held back. From the next morning until now, Shaken has been diligently completing his tasks without any laziness. It's just that he disappeared during the break time. When Mason sorted out what happened in the past few days after he left, he couldn't help but marvel at Shaken's flexibility.

Otherwise, their ancestors could have founded a dynasty. With this attitude of making concessions, the training of the Roland Ag family was indeed effective. If Orelius had not stopped thinking at that time, he would have thought carefully and might have agreed to reconcile as long as the other party gave more benefits.

The world of adults is very simple. As long as principles are not involved, most of the problems can be solved by interests. If the difficult client in the previous life is willing to pay 100 million for a job, the whole company will be willing to work hard for him. If Shaken can tell Mason the truth about the original ball, Mason is willing to become his half-brother immediately.

But obviously, Shaken couldn't do it now. So Mason planned to teach him a little lesson. It's not a good thing to let the other party think that he can control everything, not to mention that he is a dangerous person.

Following Sally's instructions, Mason found the kitchen. A warm aroma rose slowly, and from the window he could vaguely see Rambo busy at work. The red-haired young man twitched his nose, and with a little regret, he walked around the kitchen and found the empty space where the prey was placed.

It is hard to imagine an elegant heir of noble birth slaughtering prey in a deserted courtyard. But in the Dark Mist Age, no one is qualified to be a waste enjoying luxury, and any weakness and incompetence will only become a reason for being abandoned.

The handsome blond young man was handling the beast at hand with great skill. The knife in his hand was inserted into the throat of the prey, and his pupils were full of strange colors. In the sunlight, the shadow of the beast was being swallowed up by Shaken's shadow. The thin and long shadows intertwined together, presenting a beautiful and weird beauty like a painting. Seeing Oleus, Shaken was slightly stunned, and then smiled and greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Aurelius, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The young man stared at his face for a long time, as if he was looking for some familiar trace. But he quickly retracted his gaze and answered irrelevantly: "I really don't like Roland Agger very much."

Shaken never expected that the first thing he said to him was this, and his smile froze. He was already trying to guess what the other person meant by this: a threat? An explanation? Dissatisfaction? Or a warning? While he was thinking, the other person continued to talk on his own.

"What I hate most is that they make everything too complicated. Usually, I can't understand what these people are thinking. But it doesn't matter, because in long-term practice, I have summed up another experience of getting along with them."

The blond man instinctively moved and dodged backwards. The shadow covered with scarlet patterns pierced the place where he had stood before like a sharp arrow, and then the flowing shadow slowly stood up from the ground. Shaken stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar shadow puppet. The spells that formed the patterns pierced his eyes, causing him to burst into tears, but he still tried to remember the patterns, wanting to know what caused the shadow puppet to betray him.

The shadow man did not show mercy just because he was his former master. He appeared in front of Shaken again the next second and pierced his chest with his right hand. The man's pupils shrank slightly, and his body turned into flowing black, piercing through the shadow man's hand and falling to the ground.

Shaken, who had escaped death, stood not far away, breathing a little disordered. He had consumed too many shadow puppets before, and now his strength had not recovered, so he had to hastily switch places with his own shadow. The shadow puppet that took the injury for him was about to return to the master, but was grabbed by the shadow man and stuffed into his mouth again.

Shaken, who witnessed this scene, was furious, but he knew he had to swallow the bitter fruit. The shadow man chased after him relentlessly. Shaken was unwilling to fight him directly, and his figure stretched out and quickly merged into the shadow under the eaves. The shadow man followed closely, one in front and one behind, as fast as two chasing lightning.

The fighting between shadows was different from the fierce fighting between real guns and real knives. It was more mysterious and unpredictable. Mason could only use the breath of the shadow people to judge that they were chasing each other quickly throughout the courtyard. Shaken had to abandon the shadow puppet several times before he finally escaped from the opponent's attack. While turning into a human form, he shouted loudly: "I have no intention of fighting you, Mr. Oreus!"

"Neither have I."

At some point, the red-haired young man had found a step and sat down. After hearing what he said, he replied calmly, "I think there are some differences between us, so I am trying to communicate with you in the most effective way, Mr. Shaken."

The shadow man slowly crawled out of his shadow, as if in agreement, or simply out of hunger, he cast his eyes towards Shaken, his body was thick and dripping with black, a bit heavier than before. Shaken had a heart attack, knowing that he had fed the other party too much. For the first time in his life, he regretted why he had cultivated his shadow so carefully, which made him so wicked now.

But one has to bow down under someone's roof. Shaken apologized immediately. He was sincere and humble: "I'm very sorry for offending you. If there is anything I can do to make up for it and make you forgive me, please let me know."

"Don't make me sound so unkind." The other person shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "It seems to like eating your shadow. Why don't you give it a few more first?"

The corners of Shaken's mouth twitched: "Gone, really gone, not a single one!"

He only brought a few shadow puppets this time, and they were all eaten before they could be of any use!