Shadow Puppet

He doesn't seem to like the Roland Ag family very much.

This thought flashed through Shaken's mind. The blond noble lowered his eyes and pretended to be obedient and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, Your Highness. This news is really too shocking. I really want to see you."

The red-haired young man glanced at him coldly, with a look of boredom on his face, and walked past him indifferently: "I'm not interested, don't bother me."

When his figure disappeared from his sight, Shaken raised his head, looking a little frustrated: "Does he not like me very much?"

"Don't worry about it, maybe he was just a little... uh... caught off guard? He's actually a good guy."

Rex patted his shoulder comfortingly, and understood his grievances. Roland Agger was well-known for his respect for his ancestors. If he were Shaken, he would probably be very sad too.

The latter looked sad: "Should I try harder? It would be better if we just got along well..."

"Of course I will!"

Rex fed him some chicken soup without any nutrition, and left first because he had to pack his luggage. After he left, the originally lost noble suddenly raised his head and looked at his back with contempt. The gentle smile on his face gradually became creepy. From his violet pupils, undisguised malice leaked out.

Roland Ag has always attached great importance to inheritance. All ancestors are recorded in the family tree and buried in the cemetery. Portrait identification is a compulsory course for every descendant, but in all the records, there is no one with red hair and golden eyes.

Where on earth did this person come from? How dare he pretend to be the ancestor of the Roland Ag family? The blond nobleman Shaken smiled unchanged and walked in the opposite direction while humming a song.

His steps were as graceful as dancing, and the sunlight made the shadow on the ground extremely long. Suddenly, a very thin shadow emerged from the dark shadow and followed the direction the red-haired young man left.

It was thin and slender, its wings ignored the terrain, and it quickly found the target on the road, who was completely unaware of its existence. Shaken silently curled the corners of his lips, and his thin shadow rushed straight into the opponent's shadow like a bloodthirsty and greedy shark.

Roland Agger I founded a magnificent kingdom and made the dynasty's fame immortal.

Everyone praised his wisdom, but no one knew that there was a secret hidden behind it that only his descendants knew.

After ruling the kingdom for decades, the wise emperor gradually went insane and eventually became a bloody tyrant. This incident was covered up so well by his successors that few people knew about it in later generations. Not only did Shaken look very similar to Roland Agger I, but his methods and habits were also exactly the same as those of the later emperor.

Dark, cold, unscrupulous and extremely crazy. Under the gentle appearance, he hides extreme arrogance and distortion.

Contrary to his friendly appearance, his bloodline is a rare A-level monster called Shadow Puppet. He can control the shadows of others and spread contamination silently, eventually causing the death of the other party. He is a top-level puppeteer and killer.

The shadow easily invaded the target's shadow. Shaken smiled faintly. The reason why the shadow puppet was so scary was that it attacked silently. A sharp sword could kill people, but it was not as frightening as a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. At this moment, Shaken's brisk steps suddenly stopped. Shaken turned his head to look over there and said softly, "Huh."

For some reason, after piercing into the opponent's shadow, his parasitic shadow puppet suddenly lost contact.

A hint of interest flashed across his eyes, and the shadow suddenly squirmed, splitting into more individuals. It drew dark lines along the ground and quickly found Oreius. It merged into the target's shadow silently, but at the moment of invasion, it lost all contact.

Until these shadows reached an astonishing number, Shaken's face turned pale. He was a little unbelievable. The number of these shadow puppets was enough for him to control the bloodline people in a city! But through the perspective of the new shadow puppet, the other party seemed to have no impression at all. He just looked around a little irritably when being invaded, and did not find his shadow at all.

Could this guy also be a Class A bloodline?

He was careless. Anyone who dared to do such a thing must be either a fool or a lunatic. Otherwise, how could he dare to shout in front of him?

After thinking this through, Shaken's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. So what if he was an A-level bloodline? He could still deal with him. The man bit his finger and dripped almost inky blood on his shadow. The shadow surface was like the surface of water, with ripples. Then, his shadow stood up from the ground, and the faceless face turned to the nobles. Although he had no eyes, he could sense the sight of nothingness.

Shaken raised his lips and said, "I will find a chance to turn him into my puppet and see who dares to pretend to be my ancestor."

The shadow disappeared without a sound and appeared in front of the red-haired young man's house in the blink of an eye. It stood in the shadow of the eaves and blended in skillfully. When Oreius walked under the eaves, the shadow man slipped into his shadow.

Its movements became slower and slower, forming a strange posture as if it had its head stuck in a balloon and was blocked halfway by pressure. As it moved, a feeling of depression that came from nowhere pressed heavily into Mason's chest, making him gradually unable to breathe.

The red-haired young man stopped and finally noticed the strangeness of the shadow. He tried to step on the shadow, but only stepped on the ground. He pulled out his sword and stabbed it, but only hit the stone. Shaken chuckled as he watched the other party even pulled out a wooden cannon and fired at the shadow, but it was still in vain.

Even a powerful bloodline cannot pose a threat to the creatures of light and darkness. This is the terrifying thing about shadow puppets. As the shadows continued to squeeze in, Mason's right arm gradually became numb and too heavy to lift. He thought for a while and suddenly put away the wooden warehouse in his hand. Shaken felt a little bored because of his method. It is good to have prey that is within reach, but if it is only this level, it will make people feel boring.

It seems this is just a scam.

He coldly ordered the shadow puppet to speed up the control, and the black shadow merged smoothly into the other's shadow. After a moment, only the legs were left outside. But the red-haired young man suddenly bit his finger and pressed the blood on the black shadow's legs.

There is such a thing as force overcoming skill.

Mason thought to himself, I should be able to defeat a hundred demons with one blood.

Since he had nothing in his hand that could subdue this thing, he could only rely on the almighty Aurelius! Fine blood threads spread along the shadow, outlining the broken lines like stained glass. Shaken suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face extremely pale. The shining golden hair lost its luster, and the sunlight still shone warmly on him. The noble looked at his feet with a gloomy face. There was nothing there, and his perception was also blank.

His chest rose and fell violently, and intense anger filled his mind. If there was anything at hand, even a valuable gemstone vase, Shaken would smash it directly to the ground.

His shadow was taken away!

"Okay, okay, I really underestimated you!" Shaken almost wanted to rush over and kill the other person. But he held back. The man exhaled slowly, took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, dripped blood into it and fell to the ground. The illusory black substance poured over and covered the ground in an instant. When it touched his body, it quickly transformed into a human form. Except for the lighter color, there was basically no difference.

But Shaken's expression became even uglier because of this. He glanced at his own shadow grimly and left without looking back.

He gave up the idea of ​​turning the opponent into a puppet. This humiliation can only be washed away by death. Don't worry. Shaken warned himself that the bloodline that can control shadows is very rare, and they can devour each other. No matter who the opponent is, he can study him carefully after killing him and let him pay for his lost shadow with his life.

Thinking of this, the blond nobleman regained his composure.

Mason was currently observing the shadow man in front of him.

It should no longer be called a shadow man, after all, there is no shadow of anything that is covered with blood threads. Mason observed carefully for a while and found that the blood threads were made up of the same dense and tiny spells as his sword.

Sometimes he really wanted to dissect his vest to see what it was. It would definitely contribute to science. Mason looked at his healed finger, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Who sent you here?"

The shadow man looked at him quietly without saying a word.

The scene seemed familiar, and Mason instantly recalled how to communicate with the goblin: "Do you understand what I'm saying? If so, nod your head."

The shadow man stared at him for a while and nodded slowly.

Mason communicated with him stumblingly for a while, and roughly understood that someone had asked him to attack him. He spent a while to confirm the identity of the attacker, and when he said Shaken's name, the shadow man who had been shaking his head finally nodded in recognition.

No way, are you all in the Roland Ag family so petty? Are you going to kill someone for just one word?

Mason suppressed his surprise and quickly thought of the root of the problem. He must have been suspected. The other party might have just wanted to test him, but now that he had robbed the other party's things, he must have been hostile.

A sense of crisis rose in the young man's heart. He really didn't want to make things too difficult. But now that things had come to this, he couldn't just wait to die.

If it was the real person standing here today, he would have been fooled. As an assassin, the shadow came and went without a trace, and no one would know anything even if he was killed. He had to find a way to make Shaken behave. Mason's face darkened: "You can hide yourself in my shadow, right? If Shaken sends shadows again in the future, you can get rid of them."

The shadow man heard what he said, bent down and put his hand into Mason's shadow without saying a word. He fumbled for a while and grabbed a swaying thin black shadow from it. Shaken, who sensed the breath of the shadow puppet again from a distance, was a little surprised. Before he could find out anything, the shadow man opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

Shaken's face turned pale.

But this does not mean the end of the matter. The shadow man grabbed the shadows one by one like a fisherman in the harvest season and ate them one by one. During this process, Mason's previous uncomfortable feeling gradually disappeared, and he realized that he had been tricked for a long time without knowing when.

Fortunately, the shadow man helped him clean up the trouble. Even though the shadows fled one after another, they still couldn't escape the claws of the shadow man. Seeing the end, Mason, who had originally had a gloomy face, was simply amazed and wanted to applaud and sigh that you city people really know how to have fun.

Shaken was furious as he felt his shadow puppet disappear. His face turned from blue to red, and then to black. He ignored his weakness and forcibly controlled the last shadow to see who was humiliating him like this!

As the synchronized line of sight just turned, a familiar black shadow reached out and grabbed his shadow puppet, stuffing it into its "mouth".

The young man standing next to the shadowy figure watched the scene lazily, his dark golden pupils showing a hint of teasing. Shaken almost spat out blood again, his angry eyes fixed on the other person, his voice hoarse, his eyes bloodshot: "O-Le-U-S-!"

The person who controlled his original shadow puppet and used his shadow puppet as food, he will remember this grudge!

But in Mason's eyes, the shadow seemed to be lively, twisting towards him. It was also a little ugly. The shadow man didn't care about the so-called cuteness and swallowed it directly. The color of his body became darker.

It grabbed for a while, and when it found no new food, it turned into a pool of black, blending smoothly into Mason's shadow. Mason tried it, and perhaps because the other party was already under his control, he didn't feel any discomfort this time.

It's a dangerous world out there.

Even though he had solved the problem, Mason did not forget who the culprit was. He quickly looked around and made sure there was nothing unusual before entering the house with a heavy heart, quickly switching his attention to other people.

There is no time left, he has to find a way to save his life quickly.