Make a little money

Mason did not go in with the other party, but stood at the door waiting.

After a while, Vera came out again. She didn't seem to have any external injuries, but she looked very dazed. She stood in front of the young man in a daze, and after a while she spoke in a hoarse voice: "I've said goodbye to them, let's go."

Mason didn't ask for details, but turned around and walked with her. After the patrol was over, he took the time to return to Area 5 and found the patrol base in Area 5.

Ollie, who was working as a receptionist in the clothing store, looked up and smiled sweetly when she saw him. Mason nodded to her and asked casually, "Where's Ollie?"

"Let's go hunt and make some delicious food for Rambo."

The receptionist answered softly. Glancing at the girl behind him, Vera instinctively felt creeped by her gaze. She heard the other party ask briskly, "Did you bring her here for us to eat? Oleus is really thoughtful~"

The ending sound was as sweet as a piece of honey, and it made the girl shiver. Mason patted her head and sternly retorted: "This is the disciple I found for Orih, not for you to eat."

Even if it is just a split, it will share all the memories before the split. The front desk Ollie pouted and protested: "She stabbed Rambo, I don't want to accept her as my apprentice!"

"But you are the strongest person with insect bloodline in the whole Ya'an City. I think you are the most suitable person. Of course, this is not forced."

The red-haired young man shrugged and leaned aside to make room for the little girl. "I'll just take her there. If you don't like her, send her back to the Earl's Mansion. Rambo will find a suitable teacher for her."

After saying this, Mason stopped caring about what was going on between the two girls, turned around and walked out, leaving the space to the two of them.

It was Rambo who suggested that Orihe be Vera's guide.

Rambo, who almost died because of the girl's betrayal, treated her normally, as if nothing had happened before. After Mason asked him who was the best fit, Brainworm recommended Audrey without hesitation.

If Mason didn't know that Rambo was not a man who would act on impulse, he would think that he was taking the opportunity to retaliate. But unfortunately, Brainworm never does the above things.

So much so that the young man asked him why he did this before he left. Brainworm glanced at him and asked back, "If I had to choose between getting stabbed and getting a useful new bloodline person without dying or getting disabled, which one do you think I would choose?"

He thought for a moment and then said, "Actually, this is a good thing. As long as she sees me, she will realize what she has done."

Mason was moved for a moment, thinking that this was a cautionary tale that spread positive energy. He said slowly, "After all, this will make her feel more guilty, and it will be more convenient to use in the future."

Mason: “…”

He was in awe.

As expected, there was nothing in the brainworm's head that couldn't be used. As for the details, Mason didn't intend to interfere. As long as it wasn't something that was against the law, he would be worthy of Amira's efforts.

So what to do next...

After carefully planning the tasks at hand, Mason found to his surprise that he had finally found his first free time since arriving in this world. The condition of his vest and his original body was stable, and the tasks that he could handle were basically completed, without any major danger or changes.

The sudden leisure even made Mason a little dazed. The red-haired young man continued walking along the patrol route, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind. He walked into a quiet alley, raised his hand and knocked twice on the nearest wooden door. On the black mist as thin as a willow tree, deep red patterns were carved.

Ignoring the black fog barrier of the city itself, the portal descended from the air and greeted warmly: "Great Mr. Oreius! I am happy to provide you with service. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The red-haired young man was very friendly: "As long as you have the coordinates, can you go anywhere?"

"Of course, as long as you give me the order, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

"And what do you know about the area in the black fog?"

"Uh..." The portal was stuck for a moment, and he was trying to organize his words. "In fact, it is difficult for humans to understand the area in the black mist. As you can see, the entity I rely on is the [Gate], so except for the insect mother territory that the Black Mist believers took me to, I don't know much about other places."

Hearing this, Mason became interested: "How did they find you?"

The portal did not hide: "Before I met you, I had been traveling around the world, looking for opportunities for breakthroughs. For out-of-control pollutants, when we gain sanity, we instinctively seek more powerful forces, which will cause some, um... small accidents from time to time?"

Pollutants blurred the point and never mentioned that their own kind had been regarded as disasters by humans more than once, and they acted innocent in a very tactful way.

"But I am different from them. I have always been very willing to help others. In view of my good reputation, the Black Mist followers found me one day and claimed that they had the method to strengthen me. After consideration, I chose to cooperate with them. But after seeing you, I immediately realized it!"

"Cooperating with them is wrong, unwise, stupid, and fatal. Only a fool would continue to do so. You are the only one I should follow!"

When the emotions reached a peak, the portal even banged its corner against the door frame, creating an atmosphere like a human applause. Mason's mouth twitched unconsciously, and he said simply, "Let's get to the point."

The passionate portal immediately behaved properly: "I killed all the Black Mist followers who knew how to contact me and ran away. Later, I met you and followed you ever since."

Sure, you have this trick?

Mason looked at the portal in surprise. The [Out of Control] pollutants were indeed strange in their own ways. Even the portal in front of him, which looked as shy as a young wife, had a ferocious and bloodthirsty side. If it weren't for Oleus's overbearing ability, he would have been devoured by the other party without leaving any bones when they met.

"Do you have a way to contact the Black Mist followers?"

"No, but I know a few of the bases they took me to."

Why not give it a try? Mason was eager to try it out, but after thinking about Ya'an's commission, he suppressed his excitement and asked the other party to help him check out the area and see if he could get a few more, promising to give him more blood as a reward.

The portal was overjoyed and left happily. The red-haired young man looked at the wooden door in front of him that had lost its strange black mist, and couldn't help shaking his head. He didn't know what kind of properties this pollutant had. Although it absorbed his blood, Mason couldn't control it directly like using aesthetics. Fortunately, although the control power was not that strong, the portal's greedy advantage of strengthening was still available at any time.

There should be a lot of good stuff in the Black Mist believer's lair. He can't just rely on buying things. I hope this harvest will be worthy of my efforts.

Mason muttered to himself for a while, ended his patrol, and strolled back to the Earl's Mansion.

The days that followed were so comfortable compared to the previous ones that they passed by in the blink of an eye.

Every day, the main body wakes up first, gets up to exercise, and accepts the loving feeding from the mother. Then it switches to Canaan's vest, wakes up, packs up, and goes to eat the breakfast provided by Santo. Finally, it switches to Oreius's vest, wakes up, strolls around pretending to be on patrol, and waits for Rambo to finish the morning meeting before eating the next breakfast...

Even though the training was very hard, Mason enjoyed it, exclaiming that he was living a godly life, and hopelessly hoped that one day he would be able to live a wonderful life of eating, sleeping, and waiting to die.

This decadent life did not change until Canaan arrived at the Holy City and the portal found the base of the Black Mist believers. The former began to devote himself to learning various sacrificial knowledge, preparing to hold sacrificial ceremonies in front of the people. The latter found an auspicious day, asked Rambo for leave in advance, prepared sufficient bullets, and stood in front of the bedroom door fully armed.

The present is different from the past. He is a accomplice in the Ya'an case... ah, a fellow criminal! Naturally, he found a temporary boss and knocked away a lot of weapons. Rambo was very annoyed and asked the clone of Orih at the door to drag him out. He decided not to see him again for a week. The blonde girl with blue eyes and wings pushed the young man out, and her cute little face was full of innocence. Mason stood at the door dejectedly, and after a while, he threw a signed document out from the crack of the door.

"Get away and don't bother me. The cost will be deducted from your budget."

The red-haired young man rolled extremely smoothly and took it even more smoothly. For the first time in his life, he experienced the joy of being rich and powerful.

The bedroom door, surrounded by black mist, opened silently, and a dark mist bound by red blood gushed out, enveloping the young man inside. Inside the door was still a long, dark corridor. Mason walked to the end and pushed open a tightly closed door.

This is a dusty underground corridor with old gray-red bricks and scary stone statues placed at intervals. Bright lights shine down from overhead, and each door is equipped with an alarm and key card system, which will sound an alarm immediately if accidentally touched. Judging from the decoration, it feels out of place.

A few seconds later, a door at the end was covered with mist and opened automatically without anyone pushing it, revealing the black mist that kept rolling in the center. A red-haired young man wearing a black windbreaker walked out. There was no one around, and he was observing this unfamiliar base with great interest, while the portal behind him was reporting.

"This is a base I've been to before. It's quite important. At that time, it was used to study the various development directions of the Zerg. When I came here to investigate, I found that it had been abandoned. But it seems that there are still some things left here. I hope it will be useful to you."

"My presence will disturb the things left here, so I won't disturb your hunting. When you decide to leave, just call me and I'll be there right away!"

The timid and cowardly delivery gate was well aware of its duty as a transportation agent and never failed to live up to its reputation of being a livelier. After reporting, it immediately ran away, showing great confidence in the young man.

How come after coming to this world, all the creatures I meet that can teleport are of this type, including Shaken and the teleportation gate. Does this mean that the prerequisite for learning how to teleport is to be good?

Mason couldn't help but complain in his heart, and reached behind his waist to pull out a sheathed short knife. He held it in his hand, bent his waist, and moved forward cautiously along the wall.

Brightly lit, this underground base looked very ordinary. He spent two hours touring the place and was surprised to find nothing unusual.