Siren Family

"Glad to see you back, kid."

The Duke of Maldan put down his pen. The old man wrote in a beautiful cursive script, which was very pleasing to the eye.

The decoration of the study is simple and elegant, just like the Duke's personality. He blew on the ink, his voice steady.

"Did the mission go smoothly?"

"It wasn't very smooth. There was a problem with the teleportation array. All the people sent by the Mechanical City were androids... Fortunately, we met with external help and successfully rescued the people of the Insect City..."

Ricks knelt on one knee, sometimes sad and sometimes smiling as he recalled the past: "Of course, many people also died because of this. The pollution brought by the Queen of Insects is too serious. I don't know how many people can return to normal."

"Don't worry about the Mechanical City. We have already protested to the Mechanical City. The chief researcher said that he will send someone to investigate later. As for the people in the Insect City, don't worry. The Association will do its best to help them recover. We will not abandon any of our companions."

"That's great. I have important information to report to you."

Rex sorted out his thoughts and told Duke Meldan everything that happened along the way. As he spoke, the latter's expression gradually became serious.

After Rex finished speaking, Duke Myrdan let out a long sigh, "I understand. There is one more thing I need you to do. Ask the child named Mason to come to the conference room tomorrow afternoon. I think many people will want to see him. In addition, you need to write another record about the World Tree and the Favored Ones. Give it to me tonight."

Rex agreed without hesitation. Duke Meldan paused and asked, "How are you doing?"

The Bloodline scratched his hair and lowered his eyes unconsciously. The heart in his chest beat rhythmically, and two different frequencies blended together skillfully. He could vaguely sense another existence, lurking in the depths of the black mist and quietly spying on him.

That is where the Queen of Insects is, and she wants to take back her heart. As the fusion with the Heart of Insects deepens, Rex realizes more and more clearly what an evil soul it is.

"My infestation is stable, please don't worry. If there is any problem, I will seek help immediately."

Hearing what the other party said, Duke Meldan no longer tried to keep him and watched him leave the room.

Ricks walked out the door, the smile on his face gone. He walked quickly down the hallway and returned to his room. The man leaned against the door and rolled up his sleeves.

The human arm is covered with tiny transparent insect scales, and the base of the scales is connected by blood vessels. Countless blood vessels converge together, extending from the arm to the heart, directly connected to the insect heart.

"Is it really too difficult for me..."

Rex muttered to himself, smiled bitterly and put down his sleeves again. He forced himself to convey the invitation according to the Duke of Meldan's words.

Hearing the retelling, Mason immediately understood what the Duke of Meldan meant. He quickly recalled the intelligence that Faile had given him to ensure that there would be no mistakes in tomorrow's meeting.

This was his first time meeting the three major families in the West in person, including the Siren Family, of which he had only heard of but never seen.

The next day, Mason went to the conference room alone.

On the way, he was stopped by someone. The handsome waiter bowed to him, wearing a wave-shaped brooch on his chest.

"Master Mason, please follow me. There is a gentleman who wishes to see you."

Mason glanced at the brooch, nodded, and followed the other party. The waiter led him to a hidden room and bowed his head to invite him to enter alone.

Mason opened the door, and the ethereal gauze fell from his eyes, decorating the entire room like a dream. Onyx, coral and huge shells were used to shape the furniture, and the humidity in the room was so high that thin droplets of water formed on the skin as soon as you walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Mason."

The sweet voice reached the boy's ears, reminiscent of the wind blowing across the coast. Mason looked up and saw a woman so beautiful that she could be described as breathtaking. She was lazily leaning on the black coral sofa, with her long tail faintly visible under the hem of her skirt.

There are translucent webs between her slender fingers, and her skin is so white that it is almost transparent. She wears a blue waisted cake skirt with a snow-colored gauze shawl over it, her light blue hair is in big waves, and her fan-shaped ear fins are slightly swaying, full of unique exotic style.

Her beauty was so stunning that Mason held his breath unconsciously. The girl smiled softly, her sapphire eyes lit up, exuding a soul-stirring charm.

In the pre-Dark Mist era, these beautiful creatures were thought to be some kind of dangerous monster. When they sat on the rocks and sang, sailors on the ships would rush overboard and volunteer to be fed.

"Can you tell me about the World Tree?"

The voice as sweet as honey was poison. The boy spoke infatuatedly and answered all her questions absent-mindedly.

——This should be the scene imagined by the siren.

But the reality was that the moment she approached, the linen-haired boy jumped up and stuck to the wall like a rabbit. His vigilant eyes didn't seem like he saw a beauty, but rather a natural enemy.

The siren blinked in surprise, almost thinking that there was something wrong with her beauty. She glanced at the mirror secretly to make sure that there was nothing wrong with her.

"You are a very attractive woman, but I don't think we need this kind of bargaining chip to communicate."

The siren raised an eyebrow and said dangerously, "Am I not attractive enough?"

"You are indeed very beautiful, miss. But the basis of cooperation is interest, not gender."

Mason answered seriously: "More importantly, I believe in a saying. When a woman uses her appearance to seduce, the person being seduced should feel ashamed. Because in the eyes of this lady, he is the only person who needs this kind of thing."

"You're smarter than I thought."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The young man smiled modestly, and his remaining eyes swept across the room silently. In the eyes of others, there was only a beautiful mermaid in the room. But in Mason's eyes, there were many phantom figures in the room.

The veil was actually condensed from water mist. Beautiful faces were hidden behind the mist, looking at him curiously. The whole room was like a spiral cave. The sharp nails of the sirens flashed with cold light, and could easily pierce the hard scales of sea beasts.

Some of them curiously approached the boy, hissing with their long and thin tongues, trying to lick Mason's face. This was why he suddenly flashed to the wall just now.

The young man took a deep breath and asked politely, "Before that, could you please ask these ladies to stay away from me a little?"

The mermaid smiled sweetly: "No problem, you passed."

Following her words, the other sirens reluctantly pulled away. The young lady bowed gracefully, her demeanor completely different from her deliberate seduction just now.

"Please forgive me for any offense. We are here to show you goodwill. You will face a severe test. We can help you, but the price is that you need to form an alliance with us."

"Why me?"

She giggled as if she had heard something interesting. "If the [World Tree's Favored One] is not qualified, then I really don't know who is qualified. I know your parents are nobles belonging to the Luo family. But I guess you won't reject the goodwill of the Twelve Round Table families."

As Mason expected, the news had spread. This was a good opportunity, which would attract more attention to him. On the other hand, it would also bring a lot of trouble, but fortunately he was already prepared to deal with it.

"Assuming that the Land of Stars really exists, are there any sirens among its guardians?"

"I don't know. You should ask Oreius and the others."

Mason really didn't plan to make a vest for this purpose. On the one hand, the aliens from the Black Mist Era were already extinct, so they needed a reasonable reason to reappear. On the other hand, the appearance of alien vests was not necessarily a good thing.

"That's a pity. I really want to see what my ancestors looked like."

The Siren did not hold on to this point and instead asked, "Then we are happy to cooperate?"

Does the Siren family really want their ancestors to be resurrected? That's hard to say.

After all, families like the Luo family are a minority. For most family leaders, the ancestors who appear in paintings are the real good ancestors.

However, there is no harm in joining forces with the Siren Family. Their strength is stronger than that of a mere Viscount, and they are local tyrants in the West. They understand the complexities of the border and are a good temporary partner.

The boy happily replied: "It's a pleasure to work with you."

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the girl's attitude became much more intimate: "Time is limited, so please tell me what you care about most first."

"There are five Twelve Round Table Families in the West, the largest number, but the lowest overall strength of all regions. The harsh living environment, the perennial invasion of black fog, extremely high pollution mortality rate and extremely low population growth. If it weren't for the fact that the West is the most important line of defense for human territory and can often get support from other regions, I'm afraid it would have collapsed long ago."

Mason was a little surprised: "I didn't think you would be so honest."

"Even if we don't tell you, you will hear about this from other families. This time, it's because of your presence in the West that we got this opportunity. Otherwise, we wouldn't have gotten it. If we don't make good use of it, even the dumbest sea fish will laugh at our missed opportunity."

"So you think so highly of me."

"The new noble of the Luo family, the son of the church, and a mysterious female mechanic who can control machines with extraordinary powers. According to reports, you also have outstanding talents in potions and mechanical research, and are the only person who has awakened from the black mist curse. Not only that, you are also the [Blessed One of the World Tree], surrounded by many magical beings. As long as you are not a fool, your potential should not be underestimated."

The Siren looked at the boy in front of her. Any one of these glorious titles was enough to shock her. It made the humans around her seem too immature.

"The reason we came is very simple. First, to confirm the truth of the matter for the association. Second, we were sent to test your sincerity. I guess you have thought of the third point as well."

Mason said, "It's to test my attitude."

Abner and his wife were subordinates of Yaan, who in turn belonged to the Luo family. The Siren's bold advances were intended to test whether he wanted to make friends with the West or be a loyal subject to the Luo family.

Only children make choices, so Mason naturally chooses both. The Luo family has Oleus, and the west borders the Black Mist, so there will definitely be contact in the future.

Seeing that he was on the right track, the sirens were happy to sell him. In addition to the fact that they were naturally compatible, they contacted Mason first, and another reason was to determine his position.

Allies, baits, running dogs. Different positions determine different treatments, and it seems that their attitude is still very respectful.

"What does this have to do with the trouble you just mentioned?"

"Of course it's because your existence has hindered the interests of some people. Taboo No. 1, the [Corrupted World Tree], is also known as the origin of the black mist and the beginning of the disaster for all. You suddenly appeared and called yourself the [Favoured One of the World Tree]. Isn't this clearly making you a target for others?"

The Siren glanced at him with a half-smile: "You should know how many people have been looking for the origin of the black fog since ancient times. If killing you can end the black fog, when the sun rises tomorrow, all those related to you will lie in a grave. Humanity has been tortured by pollution for too long, and the remaining people have gone crazy. The next meeting will determine your future to some extent."

"To kill, to protect, or to regulate. It all depends on the conclusion of this meeting. Honey, I know what you are thinking. The premise of fame is to survive, in order to be valued by the association. You are walking on a tightrope."