Rehabilitation

Perhaps due to the hard work during this period, Mason had a long-awaited dream.

He dreamed that he was floating in the air, free and unrestrained. Birds flew across his sleeves, their feathers softer than velvet. He lay on the white velvet clouds, as if he was in the arms of a furry teddy bear, breathing in the fresh air.

The warm sunlight shining on the body makes people so comfortable that they don’t want to open their eyes and don’t have to worry about anything.

At some point, a little old man lay down on his right side, also basking in the sun. Even though he had a human face, anyone who saw him would think that this guy was too short.

The old man himself didn't care at all, and kept muttering: "Master Canaan, Pika has made a lot of friends now, and everyone is very nice to Pika..."

Mason patiently listened to his long-winded chatter. Something like the blacksmith at the entrance of the village gave birth to a boy, who was obviously a hard-working man. Something like the wheat harvest this year was not very good, which really made people worry about taxes. Something like the human friend he knew was a beekeeper and often gave him honey to eat...

Mason listened to all the random topics that came up. Dreams are always illogical, and before he knew it, another person sat down on his left.

The neatly dressed baron even sat in an elegant manner. He looked up at the sky, and the sun had turned into the moon without him noticing. The moonlight fell on the three of them, and the vast and bright Milky Way twinkled in the distance at the end of their sight. Looking down from the clouds, there was a vast land with lights on. Villages were neatly arranged, and cities were brightly lit.

"This is where I was born, Mr. Aurelius."

Amira thought about it and pointed out to the people around him what the city below was called, what history the village had, what areas he had been to, what kind of people he had met, and what stories had happened with them.

The boy listened to their words quietly, and no information really flowed into his mind. Their voices were like flowing water, and they passed through his mind in a flash. So that he clearly knew that this was just a dream.

But Mason didn't hate it.

He stretched out lazily on the clouds like a cat stretching by the fire, or like the long fringe of a heavy blanket hanging from a table.

In the slow, light and soft air, he squinted his eyes and enjoyed the rare leisure time. Two friends stayed on his left and right, making him feel warm and sad from the bottom of his heart.

After they finished their stories, Mason began to speak.

He spoke intermittently about his ordinary life in the past, the confusion and uneasiness he felt after suddenly coming here, and how he tried his best to survive, just to survive.

“It’s certainly not an easy road, but fortunately, even though I know nothing about this world, I have managed to get to where I am now.”

“Sometimes I feel that what I encounter is too cruel, but it is these cruel things that make it easy for me to realize the fact that you are also trying to live.”

The reviewer turned his head to look at the people around him. Both Pica and Amira listened to him and looked at him with a smile. Looking into their eyes, Mason's voice became low and gentle.

"I will remember you, and one day, I will let you see. Those promises will become reality, and all the bumpy roads will eventually become smooth roads."

I will remember the agreement between us, remember the stories that happened between us, remember that you once lived in this world, and remember the traces you left on me.

The wind blew gently through the hair of several people, as if it heard his inner thoughts. Both of them smiled at him, then stood up and walked towards the end of the cloud.

There was no wind or rain, only a gentle breeze. They waved to Mason with their backs to him, as if saying goodbye. His back slowly faded and faded, until he was the only one left on the cloud. The boy turned around and buried his face in the soft clouds. There was no sound in the silent sky.

In a daze, Mason opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

It took him a moment to come to his senses and realize that he was in a bedroom in the castle. Some people had left, while others remained.

Just like a heavy snowfall, the interaction between people is just walking side by side for a short distance. When the song ends and everyone disperses, only a series of footprints are left behind that are gradually submerged by the snow. But he still remembers the other person's voice and smile, so how can he say that they didn't walk here together?

Mason's wild thoughts didn't last long. He heard a knock on the door. He pulled his thoughts back and said loudly, "Come in."

The door opened, and a gentle woman in an elegant long dress came out pushing a food cart. Seeing the boy wake up, she smiled softly: "Are you awake? Mom made lunch for you, come and try it."

Fayrel, Mason's real mother. To be honest, Mason didn't know their names until a week after the couple returned. After all, no one in the territory would call the lord by his name, and it seemed a bit strange to ask his mother and father "What are your names?"

The boy thanked him dryly, and watched him pull out a folding wooden table from the cabinet in the room and set it up as a small bedside table. He then turned around and took the food from the dining cart one by one and placed it on the table.

The dishes were beautifully presented, with flowers carved from vegetables or fruits. The hot steam gave off a fragrant aroma, and even though Mason was not used to Western food, it still made him hungry.

"Come and try the porridge made by mom."

The slender white hands held up the bowl and scooped up a spoonful of porridge. The thick wheat porridge was cooked to a beautiful golden color, paired with thinly sliced ​​sausages, carefully selected vegetable salads and sweet white bread coated with honey. Mason was a little embarrassed and wanted to do it himself: "Let me do it, I can drink it myself."

"Little Mason, don't you like me feeding you porridge?"

The other party looked at him with heartbroken eyes, as if he had done something unforgivable. The boy paused again and again, and said the name with difficulty: "... No, I just think it's too hard for you, so I'll do it myself, Mom."

God knows how much courage it takes for a man who is an adult at heart to say this. The person being cared for immediately turned his worry into joy and fed the cooled porridge to the boy's lips. His words were full of tenderness.

"That won't do. Your curse has just been dispelled. Let mommy do this little thing. How is your health? Do you need mommy to find you a mentor?"

As the name suggests, a mentor is someone who teaches him. For Mason, who is still in the rehabilitation period, the role of a mentor has been expanded to include helping him recover.

After his parents came back, they raised related questions several times, but Mason just brushed them off.

Before, the World Tree had not grown, and his mental strength was limited. Controlling the two vests had reached its limit, and he really did not have the energy to deal with the additional people on the main body's side.

He thought about it for a while, and finally nodded. The Viscount showed a hint of surprise on his face, and immediately finalized the matter.

"I understand. Let mom handle this matter. Let the maids take care of you first. Your father and I will take care of the affairs in the territory. Let Ronald be your teacher."

Without the burden of the children, the Viscount and his wife immediately resumed their daily work and began to restore order in the territory. Although Mason did not see it with his own eyes, Ronald often came to visit him during these days, and every time he mentioned the wisdom and courage of the two Viscounts, their decisive actions, and how they solved many troubles in the territory. The knight praised this again and again.

Although Mason only left a small part of his consciousness here, he still received these messages. He also learned that his cheap parents were actually quite powerful: unlike other viscounts, due to blood reasons, his parents were both judged as viscounts by the Noble Association. In other words, there are actually two guardians in the Cross territory.

This greatly enhanced the security level of the territory. If it weren't for the two people who were obsessed with finding a way to treat the child, Cross's territory would have been the strongest in the earldom.

Now that the two viscounts have officially returned to the throne, Ronald can step back and no longer need to deal with all the government affairs. He has become a defense officer specializing in maintaining the safety of the town. The knight is quite satisfied with this - his clerical courses in school are the worst, even though he has been in actual combat for so many years, he just doesn't like it.

The Viscount and his wife made a prompt decision: since they were free anyway, they could let him teach the children. Ronald was a knight by training and was very knowledgeable about physical training.

So the knight, who had just been relaxed for two days, received a transfer order from his superior after lunch. Two hours later, he appeared in Mason's room. The blond-haired and blue-eyed knight smiled and greeted the boy, still wearing a heavy armor.

"Good afternoon, Master Mason. The Viscount has appointed me as your mentor. Please give me your guidance."

The boy leaning against the head of the bed nodded to him in a friendly manner: "Excuse me, Mr. Ronald, are we going to start training this afternoon?"

Ronald replied naturally: "Of course, training should start sooner rather than later. Excuse me, but before that, I need to check your health."

Mason: “…?”

When it comes to his professional field, the knight is not vague at all. He turned Mason over like a chicken, with gentle and quick movements. While the boy was confused, the knight's palm was already on his back and began to feel the bones. After feeling all of them, Ronald was surprised.

"Although I have learned the results of the examination from the doctor, I have to say that you are recovering very well, Master Mason. I think you will be able to start training soon."

"Okay, okay, thank you? So what are we going to do?"

The knight had already set a goal: "We will first do three hours of rehabilitation every day, and I will prepare special meals for you. After you finish the first stage and have a full grasp of your body, you can start the training to prepare for the knight. With Lord Viscount Lai and your trust, I will definitely give you a healthy body on the basis of my reputation as a knight!"

At the end, the knight's eyes were bright and full of confidence. Mason, who knew nothing about the future, nodded blankly. After thinking about it, he was still a little worried: "Can I ask about the schedule?"

"The rehabilitation program is easy and I believe you can complete it easily. As for the training schedule for preparing to become a rider, I referred to the amount of training I did when I was ten years old."

It was rare to find someone who shared the same interests in this area, so Ronald enthusiastically told the other person about his plan. He spoke passionately and forcefully, like a gym coach, making people want to run on the treadmill for a few hours right after listening to him.

But the content was so cruel that Mason's face turned paler and paler as he listened, until he was completely disheartened.

This is not a vest that was born in peak condition. Even if Oleus's ability hurts, he didn't have enough mental strength at the beginning, the vest's perception was slow, and it had a pain reduction buff, so he didn't suffer too much. Now he has to train step by step, and it's unknown how long it will take to see the rewards. The gap between the two can be imagined.

But if he wants to achieve his goals in this world, he can't always rely on a vest. With an excellent coach standing in front of him, he would be a fool if he didn't rush forward. The boy gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and rushed forward: "Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Ronald."

It's just training!

Those who have never run a perfect score in the 1200m are trying their best!