Return to hometown

If you don't make a sound, you will be killed.

Lu Ling at the door covered her mouth, sweat dripping down her face. She didn't know whether to be thankful that she was left behind and thus escaped the disaster, or to feel sad for her fellow tribesmen.

Does this lunatic not consider the consequences at all?

The mutant deer spirits know their own value. As the first monsters to surrender, taming them would mean the possibility of peaceful coexistence between humans and monsters. No human can resist this temptation. But just when they think everything is safe, a madman breaks in and starts killing them without saying a word!

Regardless of what he thought, Lu Ling took light steps, trying to leave before the other party noticed him.

The sounds in the house gradually faded away. She suppressed her grief and ran towards the camp gate.

The human camp was no longer safe, and she had to escape before they found her! A map appeared in Lu Ling's mind. It was the result of their efforts during this period, and the intelligence they obtained from the humans they were friendly with.

She walked lightly and used all her attention to avoid the guards who were playing tricks on her. Occasionally, when she encountered someone she couldn't avoid, she could hint at them through ambiguous words, so that they would let her go.

Soon, Lu Ling escaped from the camp area and could see the heavy door in the distance. It would not be as easy to leave from here as before. Lu Ling stopped and his eyes shone with moving light.

"Open the door for me."

"Open the door...Open the door...Open the door..."

This was also very uncomfortable for Lu Ling. She was sweating all over and her face was extremely pale. It was not until the other party turned around and walked towards the door that Lu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

I shouldn't ask this question.

"So this is how you charm humans."

When the lazy voice reached his ears, Lu Ling's blood seemed to stagnate and he raised his head stiffly.

What she saw was a handsome face, with a smile on his lips and honey-colored skin that looked like flowing light. If she had seen him somewhere else, she would have praised him. But in this situation, Lu Ling felt only despair.

She has tried so hard, why can't she escape?!

The young man approached her step by step with a playful smile. Lu Ling closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she knew she was going to die. She didn't ask why he wanted to attack her, because that was all nonsense! At this moment, many things flashed through Lu Ling's mind, and finally turned into a deep sigh.

"I really can't accept this..."

Blood splattered, staining the young man's cheeks red. He turned around and knocked the bewitched human unconscious, then picked up the deer spirit's body and disappeared on the spot.

The next morning, all the bloodline members were shocked to see a corpse thrown in the middle of the square.

All the deer spirits were piled up together, looking at everyone with lifeless eyes, like a pale abyss.

There was a wooden sign in front of them, which recorded the characteristics and abilities of these mutant deer spirits, what they did and when, and how they used this method to secretly seek information from others. The whole series of records was extremely detailed.

The blood relatives who had had private relations with Lu Ling in the crowd turned pale and pale, fearing that others would know that they were related to him, and they competed to leave secretly.

When the news reached the ears of the western nobles, their faces turned very ugly. This incident was like a slap in the face to them. Knowing the little tricks behind this group of deer spirits, it was impossible for anyone to accept the surrender of monsters again.

Of course, they couldn't take the blame for this incident, so the most urgent thing was to find a scapegoat. Without any hesitation, these nobles tacitly splashed the dirty water on the person who was most likely to have done this.

Early in the morning, many people gathered outside Mason's door. The young man pushed the door open sleepily and saw this large group of nobles with genuine doubts on his face.

"What's the meaning of you standing at my door so early in the morning without sleeping, eating or resting?"

"Don't play innocent, Viscount Mason. Someone killed all the deer spirits in a brutal way last night. You must be involved in this matter."

"First, I stayed in the room the whole time. You know best whether I went out or not. Second, how can you prove that I did it?"

The young man glanced at someone in the crowd with a half-smile, and the person who was seen looked away unnaturally. They were the monitors yesterday, and the viscount did not leave the room. But who would care in this situation? The nobles just needed to find an outlet for the people in the camp to vent, and other things could be discussed later.

"It must be you who did it. No one else has any reason to attack the deer spirits except you. As soon as you came back, the deer spirits got into trouble. How could it be unrelated to you?"

"How should I know?"

The young man spread his hands and spoke in a casual tone, paying attention to other things until he had aroused the other person's emotions to a certain point, and then he shrugged slowly.

"Just kidding, I did send someone to do it. I've said before that no monsters are allowed in the camp. You blame me for a group of mutant deer spirits. Do you think monsters are more important than a viscount?"

The air suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that it was a little scary.

Everyone was even shocked by his frankness. They didn't expect that the viscount would actually admit it.

The nobles had already prepared for the other side to fight to the end, and the words that were forced upon them circled around their lips and were swallowed back into their stomachs.

Before the group of scoundrels could continue to pursue the matter, the young man leaned against the door and continued talking.

"I think you may have made a mistake. They are just a bunch of monsters. You can kill them if you want. I am the master of this territory and I have fought hard for it. What are your identities and reasons for questioning me?"

"If I like, I can even set the entire camp on fire. Even the Nobles' Association acknowledges my jurisdiction and development rights here. If you do this, can I understand that you are disobeying my majesty as a lord and disrespecting the authority of the Nobles' Association?"

"Why are you so aggressive, Viscount Mason? We just want to ask you why you do this."

"Excuse me, please call me Lord."

"...Lord, we have no intention of forcing you."

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's fun or not, it's up to me. Now I feel uncomfortable, so I'd better get out of here."

Following the boy's indifferent voice, when that figure came into view, everyone fell into deathly silence.

There is such a person who can make people feel despair just by looking at him. The moment they saw him, the bloodline people finally understood why the deer spirits died silently.

The red-haired young man appeared on the rooftop at some point, his dark golden eyes slightly narrowed, looking down at them like a large hunting beast, waiting to pick out the most disobedient prey.

Several bloodline members subconsciously activated their abilities. Oreius glanced at them with contempt and charged at them with murderous intent.

These experienced bloodline warriors suddenly had difficulty breathing, and a terrifying wail could be heard in their ears. After experiencing the killings during this period, it was difficult for the Aurelius alias to control himself once he was involved in the killings, resulting in a lingering smell of blood on his body. Even the most ordinary eye contact was enough to make people shudder. It was like a blood-stained knife, and one could tell it was a murder weapon at a glance.

"Since you don't want to stay here any longer, just deal with it all."

A chill ran through everyone's heart. They simply couldn't believe their ears. What was this guy going to do? Some of the bloodline people with weaker psychological endurance felt dizzy and their faces turned pale.

Mason looked at them strangely and said, "Why are you standing there? Didn't I say I was going to send you back?"

Hearing these words, the bloodline people felt as if they had survived a disaster.

"I will explain the situation to the three heads of the family. If such people come again next time, I think we can cancel our agreement."

Under the pressure of Oreius, no one dared to resist Mason's decision.

This group of nobles, who were originally full of ambition and wanted to do great things, fled back to the West in disgrace like rats.

The three major families in the west quickly sent their apologies, not only providing generous material compensation, but also replacing a group of new bloodline members. With the previous experience, the newcomers behaved very obediently and did not overstep the line.

At this point, the new western camp was completely under the control of the young viscount, and no one dared to raise any objections.

Mason took advantage of the situation and accelerated the pace of clearing the Black Mist Border. He consciously cultivated the locals and researchers in the Mechanical City, and gradually evacuated the Mechanic and Oreus.

These two vests are too conspicuous and can easily attract the attention of the Monster Lord. Canaan is protected by the Lord of All Things and Omnipotence, so it is more convenient for him to travel here.

In the process, Mason's reputation as a lord is also growing.

It is easy to conquer a territory, but difficult to defend it. All the original team members were in the new town and could not move here. Mason promoted many helpers from the existing people, including Morse.

It was the other party who had informed him of the situation and gathered information about who was involved with the mutant deer spirit. He also used the excuse of taking a vacation to switch positions with the gatekeeper, which made it easier to execute the deer spirit in secret.

He has a good brain and is efficient. Mason kept his promise and transferred him to a new position. Morse has now become an indispensable member of the management. He has always been in sympathy with Roland, who is far away in the new town. He wants to block the lord every day to ask for more staff. He personally participated in the construction of the entire city. Looking at the entire human kingdom, there is probably no lord who is more dedicated than him.

Just kidding, there is absolutely no one. If it weren't for the support sent from the West, the city would have been paralyzed in the early stages of operation. Later, No. 2 cultivated a group of awakened artificial humans, which allowed Mason to breathe a sigh of relief.

When the autumn wind blows over the plains again and the wheat fields are full of fruits, a brand new city stands in the black fog.

The young city walls are covered with claw marks of monsters. The city is brightly lit day and night. There is a lighthouse built at the highest point. The bright light pierces the darkness and guides the direction of travel.

The most expensive project was the cement road outside the city. Although it did not have street lights everywhere as originally envisioned, Mason still tried his best to maintain the safety of the road, and set up post stations at regular intervals for wandering bloodlines and caravans to rest.

Mason stood on the wall and looked down, feeling proud. Morse behind him asked respectfully.

"My Lord, how should we name our city?"

The young leader gazed into the distance. Even with such efforts, they only occupied a tiny corner of the black mist, and more of the land was still swallowed by the darkness.

After a long while, he finally spoke, uttering a word that was a little difficult for Morse, but he immediately understood its meaning.

"Returning home."

The recorder's pen paused slightly, and he subconsciously looked towards the black mist.

Return to hometown.

One day, we will return to our hometown shrouded in dark fog.