Mission

I have to say, there is some truth in what the Siren said. If other people were here, they might believe it.

The premise of these statements is that she is right.

Why did no one object after the Speaker of Parliament decided to expel the Garcia family?

The reason is simple, that is, he is strong enough. No one would doubt whether he can do it. As long as there is strength, many problems can be solved.

If Mason was lying, or if he was still a newcomer, the Siren's words were indeed worth considering. But the same words said at different times have different meanings, and she said this now just to improve her family's evaluation in Mason's mind.

Half-truths and half-lies are the highest level of lying. Every family that has survived to this day must have a lot of scheming and scheming. Seeing that Mason didn't fall for it, the siren felt sorry for him, but she still looked gentle. The two sides exchanged some words, and she smiled.

"We'll discuss the details later. I'll have someone take you to meet those old men first, so they don't accuse me of eating alone later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter who had just led Mason came in from outside.

The intention to expel him was obvious. Mason exchanged a few words of greeting and followed without hesitation. After his figure disappeared behind the closed door, the leader of the sea monsters put away the expression on his face and turned around to ask.

"What do you think of him?"

"A young kid with lots of secrets, but not annoying at all."

"I kind of like him, can't I really let him be my husband?"

"Oh, sorry, dear. We are civilized people now. We can no longer snatch someone we like back to the nest."

The sirens in the room chirped in response, their faces full of eagerness to try.

"I like the one with silver hair better. He is so handsome."

“I like the red-haired one.”

"I like the blond one better, Dan from the Luo family, right? He looks so cute."

"Your taste really makes the siren sad. Isn't that lady the most outstanding one?"

"Come on, there's no way a lady can have children with you."

"Love without children is the real love."

The sirens laughed for a while, and the siren talking to Mason clapped her hands, attracting the attention of others.

"Okay, let's go find the next person. Don't let other families get there first."

"yes--"

The Sirens answered in unison. Their figures disappeared in the room like illusory bubbles. They came here to form an alliance. Only with enough allies can the family survive. The Sirens paid special attention to this point.

No one noticed that the spores at the door had quietly shattered, and the boy looked away. The waiter seemed to have noticed something: "What's up, Mr. Mason?"

"No, nothing."

It seems that the Sirens have no ill intentions, so let them be. It is always good to have more allies.

Mason followed him to the door at the end of the corridor. The thick door opened automatically, revealing a meeting room filled with people.

The gorgeous colored glass lanterns were splendid and the black stone round table with colorful patterns was solemn and generous. The three family heads sat at the upper seats, and several bloodline members sat beside them, each of them was a well-known figure in the west.

The extremely oppressive gazes came towards him, and the boy calmly accepted their scrutiny. After a moment, the head of the Shasha family spoke first: "Welcome to you, Mr. Mason. Please take a seat."

"My honor."

The boy sat down in the only empty seat, steam rising from the cup of tea beside him. The head of the Brattum family smiled at him kindly.

"I've heard of your name before. You're younger and more handsome than I thought. I've always wanted to have a grandson like you."

"It's not just you who wants to do that. Who here doesn't want to do that?"

The head of the Ferdinand family was also very easy-going. Mason smiled shyly and modestly: "I am honored to listen to the teachings of the elders."

Brett nodded slightly. He never liked complicated etiquette and went straight to the point.

"Freya should have told you everything, so let's make it short. The West hopes to learn more about the Land of Stars. In exchange, we can provide you with the intelligence you want and exchange information."

Hearing the unfamiliar name, Mason thought for a moment and realized that it was the name of the Sirens' leader. These Sirens were so thoughtless that they didn't even reveal their names.

He paused for a moment and said, "How much do you know about the things deep in the black fog?"

"You've asked the right person. Duke Maidan is the only person in the entire human race who understands the depths of the Black Mist."

The young man cast a curious look at him. Duke Meldan answered slowly and modestly.

"I was once a spy lurking among the followers of the Black Mist. I have to say that they know much more about the Black Mist than we do. Perhaps only by immersing oneself in the darkness can one truly understand it. It was after that that I began to devote myself to training the Black Mist Expedition Team. Intelligence is truly too important for humans."

Yes, that's the disadvantage of having one light and one dark. The enemy knows exactly what you do, but it's hard for them to resist you if you do the opposite.

Mason agreed with the other person in his heart and listened more attentively.

"The black fog bordering the west is the most extensive, and the two defense lines are divided into land and ocean. It is ruled by four SSS-level monsters, namely [Green Mist Tree], [Queen of Insects], [Skeleton Lord], and [Mica]. The ocean is ruled by the SSS-level monster [Lord of the Deep Sea]."

"Besides these places, there is a vast area deep in the black fog, where countless races that died in the last century are sleeping. It can be called a graveyard. The black fog swallowed up their former homeland and also swallowed up their bones."

"The followers of the Black Mist once believed that the diversity of the monsters in the Black Mist was a fusion of the characteristics of these races. In a sense, the monsters today are the continuation of the alien races. Humans have always been in a weak defensive position."

"Now the [Green Mist Tree] is dead, the [Queen of Insects] is half crippled, [Mica] has been following the Monster Lord, and the [Skeleton Lord] and [Lord of the Deep Sea] have not appeared. Logically speaking, the future of mankind is developing in a good direction."

Mason listened quietly, and at the end, the Duke of Maldan really changed the subject.

“But it’s just an illusion.”

"The concentration of the black fog is increasing, and the area where humans can survive is shrinking year by year. If this continues, the race is doomed to extinction. We must do something to save the current predicament. As long as this goal can be achieved, any price will be worth it."

With his sharp eyes fixed on the young man in front of him, Duke Meldan actually stood up and bowed deeply to Mason.

"The World Tree is the origin of birth and possesses power beyond imagination. As long as you can provide a way to save humanity, in the name of the Duke of Myrdan, I will agree to whatever you ask!"

"The Belletom family agrees."

"The Ferdinand family agrees."

"The Shasha family agrees."

"......"

Everyone said their family name in turn, looking straight at the young man in front of them. There was desire and expectation in their eyes, like a mountain pressing down heavily, and Mason's mouth was dry for a moment. He had expected this situation a long time ago, but at this moment, he still couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

The human race is in such a bad situation, yet they are still fighting among themselves. First, the followers of the Black Mist defected to the enemy, and then the chairman of the council betrayed them. These family heads who are bent on the future of their race may not know about Partington's change. No, it is better to say that Partington himself does not know that he has been abandoned by his protector.

The linen-haired boy lowered his eyes, and his low voice reached everyone's ears.

"To solve the black fog, you first need to know its origin."

There was a light of surprise in the Duke of Maidan's eyes. This was what they had been looking for. They didn't expect that the other party actually had the answer!

"The Black Mist originates from the evil of man. It spreads because of the increase in the power of the Monster Lord and because of you, because of everyone who lived in the Black Mist Era."

The boy's voice was like a prayer echoing back. Everyone's heart was shaken, and their skin and flesh were slightly deformed. These things were not for everyone to hear. Mason had the protection of the World Tree, but they did not!

This abnormality made the family heads ecstatic, proving that the other party's answer was correct! The World Tree and the Monster Lord were both taboos, so they naturally had to pay the price for listening to the taboos.

The bloodline members suppressed their mutations while listening greedily. Mason was immersed in his own thoughts and slowly spoke out the information he had sorted out.

"The coming of the Black Mist Era has not only changed the living environment, but has also completely changed the foundation on which humans depend for survival, that is, the human heart!"

"As the monsters spread, humans gradually accepted the death of their own kind. Faced with the pressure of survival, more and more people chose to betray and escape. At the same time, the evil in people's hearts spread, further devouring goodness."

It is easy for a well-fed person to give up his bread to a beggar, but it is difficult for a hungry beggar to give up his bread to another beggar. The former tests kindness, while the latter tests life and death!

"It turns out to be like this... Is humanity doomed to extinction?"

Everyone's face turned pale. If what the other party said was true, they would never be able to turn the tide! Who could be a good person in such an era? Even they themselves could not guarantee that they would always have good intentions!

"There is still a way."

Mason's blows made a loud, powerful sound.

“Church!”

"The Lord of All Things and the Holy Son of the Church, Canaan, have the ability to purify pollution, so the Lord of Monsters is wary of them. As long as you purify the pollution in yourself through faith, you don't have to worry for the time being."

Everyone started to imagine what he said, and one person sitting below couldn't help but murmur, "Could it be that the church's path is correct?"

The Church and the Noble Association have always insisted on two different paths and have never bowed to each other for thousands of years. If the Church can save the world, doesn't that prove that the Association is wrong?

"No. Humans cannot rely on gods, they can only rely on themselves!"

There seemed to be fire burning in the boy's eyes, and anyone who saw the fire would not doubt his words. That was a belief that was enough to burn away all difficulties.

"Purifying pollution through churches is only the first step. The next step is to develop a device to purify pollution."

"How can this be easy? Countless people have tried to solve the pollution problem since the Black Smog Era, but all their efforts have been in vain. There is only one reason why you say this..."

The more the head of the Brattom family spoke, the brighter his eyes became. He stared at Mason, eager to find an answer.

"You found a way, right? You developed a device to purify the pollution!"