Rescuer

Despite Shaken's refusal, Mason was able to take several of the remaining Shadow Puppets from him.

The former watched silently as the shadow man ate them as snacks, and his expression became more sad with each bite.

This is not a bean cake snack that can be made with just some black beans, but a shadow puppet that he carefully refined by collecting many shadows. Whether it is to absorb nutrients from the shadows of ordinary creatures or to seize the shadows of higher creatures, it is not an easy task. The former requires long-term accumulation, while the latter mostly requires hard battles. The birth of each shadow puppet took him a lot of effort. Seeing the other party eating happily, Shaken felt a pain in his heart.

Fortunately, Mason didn't intend to rob him of all his stock, this was more of a warning. When the red-haired young man fed the shadow man one by one, it quietly melted back into the human's shadow.

Shaken secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw the other party brush off the non-existent debris on his hands and look him up and down. The blond man felt a little awkward being looked at, so he asked cautiously, "Is there anything else you need?"

Mason nodded, then shook his head: "Actually I just want to sit down with you and have a real chat. But you don't seem to be cooperating, so I think this way is faster."

Shaken didn't know what expression to use to respond to this. It's like if you know you're not a good person, but someone you robbed breaks into your house with a wooden barn, turns your house upside down, and then says in a friendly manner, "I just want to talk to you." Anyone would think that the other party is taking unconventional means of revenge.

But the nobility is the nobility. Shaken quickly calmed down and smiled again, "Please go ahead, please go ahead."

Mason responded with a friendly smile: "I want to know why you attacked me."

Shaken's smile froze: "Uh... this is actually a misunderstanding."

His brain raced, trying to find a reasonable explanation. But under the red-haired youth's unblinking gaze, Shaken quickly realized that even if he had deceived the other party, he would most likely be kicked in the door again if he was discovered. After weighing the pros and cons, Shaken decided to surrender.

"Our family has a long history and treats our descendants very well. Therefore, there are many people who pretend to be descendants of our family in the hope of gaining favors. I thought there was also a liar here, so I didn't treat you very well. I'm sorry."

More than a liar, the Roland Ag family has survived until now, and many people have said that I am the illegitimate son or daughter of someone who was lost outside, but no one has ever dared to jump out and say that I am your ancestor. Even when I met him in person, he used their Roland Ag name and still disdained the family bloodline.

Shaken considers himself approachable and capable. As the next heir of the family, isn't it reasonable for him to teach a lesson to these wild-blooded people who are so bold and offend the dignity of the family?

Mason raised his eyebrows: "Is this the character of everyone in your family?"

“If you go to the central region, you’ll see that our family has done pretty well.”

Shaken shrugged and did not shy away from talking about this point: "In fact, Roland Ag has a very good reputation in the central region. Most of the high-level bloodlines are crazy, and their offspring are also likely to inherit mental problems. Our family has always been stable."

"Perhaps because the blood from the mysterious land is different from that of ordinary people, we are not overly afraid of black mist pollution. Even the more dangerous blood can be used. Many people have tried to obtain this blood, but unfortunately, it is impossible."

"Although our bloodline is similar to that of the brainworm, we don't have the sequelae of the latter. We also have consciousness, but we are more inclined to protect our descendants. This is also an important reason why Roland Ag changed his name to Queen Luo and still did not lose the hearts of the people."

“Because we are always family.”

Sequelae? Family? Shaken's words revealed too much information, and Mason subconsciously wanted to ask. But he soon realized the cunning and observation flashing in the other's eyes. Even if he bowed his head and admitted his mistakes, this guy continued to set traps for him. The young man touched his wrist and chuckled, "You didn't apologize the first time you attacked me."

Shaken replied honestly: "If you don't have the ability to make me take action a second time, I usually won't apologize for this kind of role."

Mason paused, and after thinking carefully, he realized that this answer was quite in line with the dark tone of this era: "Do you know that if there is a misunderstanding, and the other person dies because of your behavior, it is wrong?"

"But I attacked just to kill him, didn't I?"

Facing Shaken's confused and innocent face, Mason was secretly shocked. Although he had been here for several months, he sometimes still felt that his simple modern values ​​were out of tune with this world.

In the past, the time travelers who came to a new world were able to use their personal charm and modern values ​​to guide everyone in the new world to be good. Mason thought that if he tried his best to persuade the other party to be good, Shaken would say yes, but he would be surprised in his heart that he turned out to be an idiot.

As expected, the material basis determines the ideology... No, if Canaan were to do it, he might really be able to create an ideal country that transcends reality. The red-haired young man sighed deeply, patted his shoulder under his vigilant gaze, and made a unique contribution to the kindness of mankind.

"I understand. Go back and copy Christine's chivalry spirit a hundred times and I will forgive you."

Shaken: “…?”

Their family did have many books about Christine. As an ancient hero who had a profound impact on the family, Shaken was no stranger to him. What confused him was the purpose of the other party's doing so. In the contrast between the enemy and our power, Shaken weighed the pros and cons and nodded. Little did he know that Mason smiled coldly in his heart and had already given him a vicious written punishment.

Reason? There are not so many reasons, just revenge! I won't say anything else, copying it a hundred times should be enough for him.

The young man was refreshed, and his tone became lazy: "Well, let me speak from the heart. Although my family and I don't get along that well, I'm still glad that you are still alive today."

"To be honest, I really want to see if the family's consciousness still recognizes me... But forget it, we have more important things to do. Let's just get along as companions for now."

Mason left behind a bunch of confusing words and walked away. Shaken was left staring at his back, with ten thoughts popping up in one second, wishing he could grab him and ask, "What did you mean by that sentence just now?"

But for the sake of his image and to take the initiative, he held back with great difficulty, and kept repeating to himself in his heart that he must not fall into the opponent's trap, must not fall into the opponent's trap, this is just a conspiracy...

But during the meal, Mason could always feel the other person looking at him vaguely. He smiled secretly in his heart. This was a trick he had learned before: if you say to someone, "You know what? I just learned something very shocking. You will never believe that there is such a thing!", and then stop talking here, and then play dead and never reply, 80% of people will shake you awake with gritted teeth the next day, and they will almost hold a knife to your neck to ask you what's next.

Modern wisdom is equally applicable to the Dark Ages. Mason ignored the other person's hesitation and anxiety, and chatted with others in a relaxed tone, discussing the next task.

Seeing him back to normal, Rambo breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a small mechanical map from his bag and tapped on the electronic touch screen. A blue 3D model appeared on the top of the screen, rotating 360 degrees to show every detailed model. Rambo clicked on a certain place, and the model automatically enlarged, forming a lifelike village.

"We are progressing faster than planned. There will be several important milestones next. Although we have the help of the portal, we can't be too aggressive."

As he said this, Rambo glanced at the red-haired young man and calmly pointed out the key points of attention: "Although strength is the key to solving problems, the situation in the black mist is unpredictable. If you only rely on strength to rush forward, it is easy to produce adverse consequences. Even high-level bloodlines will be swallowed by the black mist because of being lost or too polluted. Rather than fighting, we need to learn to protect ourselves."

Just report Aurelius's ID number. Mason quickly cleared his name: "Sorry, I won't do that. I was just in a bad mood before. I will work with you guys next time."

This time, it was Shaken who was reported with the ID number. The culprit who affected his mood quietly looked away and pretended that he had not heard anything. Rambo frowned, glanced meaningfully, and then introduced the next task in a straightforward tone.

"Since everyone has no objection, I will repeat the goal of this mission. The source is the rampant black mist creatures. The nobles guarding various places are unable to fully cope with the soaring monster levels and concentrations, so we are needed to help clear them out."

"In fact, the wolf pack encountered in Viscount Cross's territory is the largest known community of polluted organisms. Previously, the Earl sent people to clean up the corpses of those polluted beasts, but strangely, those corpses have disappeared."

The former is public information, while the latter is a secret to most people. Mason listened to the introduction in silence, with a vague guess in his mind.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man continued, "We initially speculated that this was related to the Black Mist followers, but we were unable to catch them. This part was tracked down by other bloodline teams and has nothing to do with our mission. Secondly, we found a similar small group of contaminated beasts in another village."

"But unfortunately, this village was attacked by tainted beasts before asking us for help, and has now lost contact with us. The bloodline who was originally scheduled to guard this place was a baron. After reporting the relevant situation, he chose to turn back. The viscount in charge asked us for help because he was unable to do so. This is why the Earl has designated it as one of the next main targets."

There was a deep silence. Even if one was used to destruction and death, it didn't mean that hearing about such things would make one happy. Rambo ignored everyone's expressions and continued to announce worse news in a mechanical tone.

"And, after the Earl's review, it was confirmed that there was an enemy spy inside Ya'an City. This was an important reason for the repeated failures in arrests. According to the ideas of relevant personnel, the spy should not be a native of Ya'an City, but has made a lot of contributions to Ya'an City, is powerful, and has a certain degree of understanding and participation in events related to the Black Mist believers, but there may be some abnormalities recently..."

Mason listened attentively, and couldn't help but imagine the image the other party described. As he listened, he felt that the eyes of others seemed to be slowly moving towards him. The red-haired young man, who was immersed in the intelligence, came to his senses and found that the place had unknowingly fallen into silence, and everyone was staring at him.

He was a little puzzled: "Why are you looking at me?"

Wait, there is indeed a person who is not a native of Ya'an, and has repeatedly contributed to incidents related to the black fog. He is very powerful, but his origins are unknown. Recently, he has often behaved like a stealer... The young man put everything together one by one, and his expression finally revealed a bit of disbelief.

"You don't think it was me, do you?"

It was Rambo who answered him: "Theoretically speaking, you are the most suspicious one among the people who have appeared so far."

"No, no, no, don't listen to my explanation. I really didn't participate in this matter..."

Everyone in the team knew about each other's affairs. Seeing that things were getting worse and worse, Mason wanted to prove his innocence in blood. Rambo put away the map and answered without looking up: "Don't worry, the count doesn't doubt you. It's just that what we can think of, naturally others will think of it. I hope you are prepared, there may be Black Mist followers who pretend to be approaching you."

"Don't trust anyone, not even me or Orih. If there is an emergency, you can only ask one person for help."

Mason raised his eyes and looked at the person Rambo was pointing at. His tone was slightly surprised: "Why?"

Before this, he had never thought that the other party could be used in this way.

The person who was designated as the rescuer smiled brightly and was obviously still holding a grudge for what happened just now. "I told you, our family is very stable."

What is stability?

In the dark fog, you can be weak, unwise, and without any virtue, but you must be stable enough, otherwise you will be swallowed by the dark fog.

The Roland Ag family is naturally good at this.