Ollie

"My Lord, what can I do for you?"

A little girl poked her head in from the door with a sweet voice. She looked about 11 or 12 years old, with an innocent look on her face. With her long curly golden hair and sapphire blue eyes, she looked like a doll.

"This...Orelius will be your team member from now on, Orihe."

The girl's eyes lit up: "Finally you are generous for once!"

Count Yanan coughed a little embarrassedly and continued to explain: "She is Orihe, a C-level bloodline. From now on, you will work with her until this matter is resolved."

His expression became slightly more serious, and his eyes fell silently on Oreius: "I hope you can solve this matter within two weeks."

Ollie waved his hand perfunctorily: "Okay, I got it. I'll take the new guy with me."

Oreius smiled cooperatively, took the golden beast and followed his new boss out.

Ya'an watched them walk out the door, and there was a knock on the door. In the empty room, his body suddenly twisted strangely, and every bone was scrambling to escape from this body. The flesh on his face kept surging, and finally formed another old and strange human face on his cheeks. The mouth opened and closed, making sounds, and shouted wildly, "Great Cursed Day..."

The skeletons that wanted to escape also began to make small, childlike sounds, cheering in unison, "Great Day of Curse..."

The earl's heart contracted hard, and an extremely cold breath emanated from it. It was as if countless big birds were screaming loudly in the room at the same time, killing those crazy things one by one. When the room finally quieted down, the earl of Yanan spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a pale face, he used the wind to destroy the bloodstains, with a gloomy and cold expression.

"Send a message to the Marquis, tell him that a higher being related to the black mist has appeared and contaminated the clone sent down on the Cursed Day. Let him... No, forget it, let him notify the Duke directly. He will know what to do."

A tightly closed window suddenly opened, as if something invisible flew out. The count closed his eyes tiredly, and heard malicious and mocking hisses in his ears.

"Look at you, how pitiful... You actually let a monster from unknown origin become your sheriff..."

"With just a little effort on his part, your city will disappear like dust in the air..."

"If he wants to do something, do you think I can do anything? He only needs to bring down the Cursed Day, and this city will be corrupted and turned into a monster nest."

Yaan opened his eyes and looked at the air coldly: "Be quiet, eagle-faced man. If I can swallow you once, I can swallow you a second time."

…

The little girl skillfully led the way out of the Earl's Mansion. She seemed very happy that she had a new little brother and kept chattering all the way.

"I applied to the Earl for a long time. Finally, I was assigned a new one. You know, patrolling is not an easy job. My skin is getting worse."

"Our team is very good, and Rambo's food is delicious. You will definitely like it."

"From now on you are my little brother. You can walk around in District 11 with my name. If anything goes wrong, let them find out who the father is!"

With this kind of temperament, if the little girl were in his previous world, she would have been a gangster leader who would punch and kick gangsters.

Mason withdrew from the role, reviewed his performance, and coaxed Orihir into not knowing which way to go with his doting attitude, as if he was saying "you're right". He felt that his new subordinate was more capable.

The Earl's Palace is in District 6, and going south three blocks is District 5. Walking on the road, you can see the flat stone road surface, and on both sides are mostly two-story white-walled buildings, with potted plants and clothes drying on the balconies at different heights. Shops are opened on the street, and the upper floors are used for living.

You can also see horse-drawn carriage rental points on the streets. The drivers waiting to rent horse-drawn carriages sit in the carriages and chat in groups. Street lights are also installed on both sides of the road. Although the people walking on the road are in a hurry, they are in good spirits. This series can prove that Ya'an City has developed quite well. If he has a new vest, he might try to make a blessing related to machinery.

But he was not sure whether the golden finger could bear fruit. The fruit had already existed when he woke up, and he waited for half a month for it to mature. It seemed that it was not an easy task to bear fruit, at least he had not yet found a way to speed up the growth of the fruit.

Ollie led the way to a clothing store in District 5. A girl who looked exactly like her poked her head out of the store and greeted her warmly: "You're back! Ollie!"

Ollie asked, "Where's Rambo?"

"I'm preparing the medicine downstairs."

The girl nodded and turned to Mason to explain, "This is Ollie, our receptionist. After all, money doesn't get wasted, so saving money is the most important thing."

The same name seemed to be more than a coincidence. Even the tone of their voices was exactly the same. They looked more like the same person than twins.

Ollie continued to lead him into the house, and the golden beast was waiting for them at the door. After opening several doors, they went down the stairs. A wave of coldness seeped out of the air. At the end of the stairs, a little girl who was dozing raised her head and showed a face exactly like hers: "You're back, do you want to open the door?"

Ollie said "hmm" in a high-handed manner, and the girl took out the key from her pocket and opened the door. Inside was a spacious European-style hall with five doors arranged in a circle and a warm fire burning in the fireplace. Ollie was lying on the sofa, another was squatting in the corner, the one who cleaned the bathroom was Ollie, and the one who packed things was Ollie...

There were more than a dozen Olliehs in this hall alone, which was obviously not normal. Ollieh briefly introduced their duties and took Mason to open the first door in the hall.

After all, it wasn't Orih in there anymore.

An elegant uncle wearing gold-framed glasses was studying a table of chemical purification equipment that would appear in high school textbooks. In the corner were piled various medical and chemical instruments with extremely high technical content, and the sound of electrons running could be heard from time to time.

Hearing the voice, he raised his head and looked at the red-haired young man in surprise: "Who are you...?"

"Rambo! This is our new guy!"

Olih patted Mason's arm carelessly. Rambo took off his gloves and shook hands with the young man: "Hello, I'm Rambo. I'm the logistics officer of the District 5 Security Team and a D-level bloodline. I'm responsible for all logistics work."

All these words were very important, and Mason shook his hand respectfully. Ollie put his hands on his hips and said with a relaxed look, "Well, now you know everyone in our team."

Rambo whispered, "Captain Olih has a special ability. She can split into multiple individuals, and each of them maintains the strength of an F to D-level bloodline. Therefore, she is responsible for all combat work. The people outside are all her clones. And the cost is very small. She only needs to consume half of her body weight in blood for each split."

Mason thought: "Could she be a vampire?"

"You also know about vampires? Amazing! They are monsters that have been extinct in the black mist for a long time. Although they all feed on blood..."

Rambo glanced at Orih, who was wandering around the laboratory checking the results of the medicine, and his voice suddenly lowered.

"But besides vampires, there are also mosquitoes that suck blood."

Mason: “…”

What you said makes a lot of sense.

I was speechless for a moment.

He looked at the beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes with a very complicated look. Olih couldn't help sneezing and turned back vigilantly: "Did you say something bad about me?"

Mason turned his gaze back naturally: "No, we are talking about abilities. Mr. Rambo, what are your abilities?"

"I know that~" Olihe raised his hand. "Rambo's ability is that everything he cooks tastes delicious!"

Rambo pretended not to hear: "...My ability is information organization, which comes from a kind of brain worm monster. I can remember a lot of data and integrate it effectively, so I do logistics work. But if I analyze it for too long, my brain will be damaged. After all, the human brain is still too fragile."

Mason nodded in understanding. Both of his colleagues were quite capable, so he told them about his own abilities, which made Rambo look at him differently and think that he was very capable. The three of them happily praised each other for a while, and finally, the captain, Olih, made the final decision: "I feel relieved that everyone gets along so well. In this case, let's have a welcome party tonight!"

"Rambo, you cook. I want strawberry cream tarts! Cream buns! Baked basil, and icy emerald fruit!"

"Yes, yes, yes - this is your purpose, Captain."

Rambo raised his hands in surrender and warned, "You can do it, but only the three of us are allowed to eat it. If you split into twenty or so people, I won't have enough to eat until tomorrow."

Ollie ignored Mason and put his arm around him. "Let me tell you, the desserts made by Rambo are delicious, just a little better than the Doll House Dessert Shop in Eri. Let me also tell you the importance of respecting the captain..."

In the end, Orih used some chips to successfully exchange for Mason's share of dessert tonight. Rambo looked a little helpless, but still gave most of the dessert to Orih, leaving only a small portion for the two to taste.

His cooking skills are indeed quite good. The stewed potatoes are rich and soft, sprinkled with chopped onions and salt, and served with soft white bread that has been cut and spread with honey, butter or jam. The butter is mellow and delicious, with a sweet aroma, and the bread is baked thick and soft. The thumb-sized emerald fruit ice tastes like fresh smoothies after being thawed, and it is very refreshing after being squeezed into juice...

Among them, the captain also has an extra large glass of red iced drink.

Mason's favorite is the puff pastry suckling pig. A whole suckling pig is gutted, filled with a large number of spices and fruits, and roasted to perfection. The puff pastry is crispy, the meat is tender, and there is a hint of fruity aroma, and the fruit tastes even more delicious with gravy.

The young man was amazed: "Rambo, you can open a shop now."

Rambo replied with a smile: "If I don't become a bloodline, this is my goal. When I retire, I will find a place to open a restaurant."

“I will definitely go there often.”

These words absolutely came from his heart.

After eating and drinking, Mason had to go back to the Earl's Mansion to rest. This was not only accommodation, but also a kind of invisible surveillance. He asked about the working time tomorrow, and was sent back to the store by Ollie lying on the sofa. Ollie at the front desk said goodbye to him timidly, and seemed to be hesitant to say something but held back. The young man smiled at her friendly, and only realized what she was hesitant to say when he left the room.

The effect of the blood faded, and the golden beast had turned back into a stone statue, blocking the door of the store. He was silent for a few seconds, feeling guilty, and then he reached out to smear the blood on the golden beast, and gave an order to the golden beast that had been resurrected for a short time: "Go back to where you came from."

The golden beast roared, flapped its wings, and flew into the air, flying towards the city gate in the people's terrified gaze.

While it attracted people's attention, Mason quietly returned to the Earl's Mansion. The servants had received their master's instructions long ago. After seeing him, they bowed slightly and said, "The Earl has arranged a place for you to stay. Mr. Oleus, do you need dinner?"

"No, thank you, I've already eaten. Just take me back."

A brown-haired butler took the initiative to lead him back to the guest room, then respectfully closed the door and left. Mason looked around and made sure there was no danger, then took a comfortable bath in the bathroom of the guest room. The count thoughtfully prepared a bathrobe and a change of clothes for him in the closet.

It was already dark when he came out. Through the window, he could see that the street lights in the Earl's Mansion were on, and the servants left their hurried shadows when they passed by the window. Mason leaned against the head of the bed and looked out for a while, then gently closed his eyes.

His consciousness fell into the deepest darkness, and he kept repeating to himself, "I am willing to give the newborn a curse and a gift..."

The scene around him changed. When he stepped onto the ruined land again, the tree was still standing in the center of the square, but the branches that originally had fruits were now empty.

Mason stared at the branch for a long time, and then suddenly blinked with a look of suspicion.

He reached out his hand hesitantly and gently touched the other half of the tree. The sticky texture of squirming flesh slid across his fingers. Mason didn't give up at all, and touched it over and over again as if it were a treasure. Finally, he stopped at a slightly uneven, slightly raised part, and his tone was slightly hesitant.

"Is this place... still flat when you came here last time?"