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The meeting ended and the participants left one after another.

Shaken stepped out of the door, and his back foot was suddenly pressed on his back. The force was so strong that he staggered forward and almost fell to the ground. This kind of wild boar-like force can only be possessed by one person. Shaken rubbed his forehead and said, "Second brother, if you hit me a few more times, we will have to lie on the ground together next time."

"Don't change the subject. Why can you go but I can't?!"

As expected, the extremely loud volume exploded in his ears, and he looked at the other person with great anger. His slightly chubby cheeks seemed to be more sensitive to touch because of his anger, but unfortunately, the people who talked to him were all indifferent. His younger brother even rubbed his ears and said expressionlessly: "Because you are too noisy."

“——”

The boy hugged his neck, eyes widened in disbelief: "You, you, you, you actually talk to your brother like that!?"

Shaken said coldly: "Well, that's what I said."

Before the boy exploded, the eldest son reached out and pulled him down. He ignored the second brother who was clamoring to duel with his younger brother, and nodded slightly to Shaken: "Go and carry out the mission quickly. If the identity of that person is really confirmed..."

The nobleman hesitated, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "We must treat them well. Remember to hold some people back. Sometimes the way people in our family express their emotions is too unrestrained, which can easily scare... the ancestors."

Ancestor.

It always sounded a little strange to use this word on a living person, but after saying it, he felt a sense of relief.

Unlike the relatives who were already used to conspiracy theories, the younger generation was still extremely curious about this person who had communicated with Roland Agger I. Countless pamphlets about him were circulated privately, including "Summary of Encounters" and "Record of Someone's Whereabouts".

Even those of the bloodline are still crazy about chasing stars. But who can resist the occurrence of miracles?

Shaken waved his hands at his brothers in response, and ran away before his second brother could break free from his restraints. The eldest son's helpless voice could be heard faintly from behind.

"How old are you? Why are you still acting like a child?"

"Don't insult my beliefs!" The passionate child was filled with righteousness. "This is my support and belief in my ancestors, proving that I am his excellent bloodline! You people are jealous, jealous!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Hearing this, the blond nobleman was very upset. No wonder some people in the family were worried, it was all because of the naive people in the next generation. Fortunately, there were more smart people, and the red-haired young man now moved to a very secluded courtyard, which was guarded by a powerful bloodline.

Even so, Shaken could still feel the real gazes coming from behind him after he entered the courtyard. His two powerful brothers and sisters were guarding the door, staring at him as he entered the courtyard, biting their handkerchiefs with a knot in their hearts.

They also wanted to go in and take a look, but they had to watch the door!

Damn it! I'll go back and ask Shaken for some compensation!

The unaware blond nobleman paraded through the streets, earning a round of envious and jealous looks before knocking on the tightly closed door. After a long while, the door opened a crack, revealing a dark golden eye. After seeing that the person was Shaken, the other party was obviously relieved, dragged him in, and immediately closed the door. It was as if there were wolves and tigers outside the door.

Shaken was confused: "Why are you acting like a thief?"

"Shouldn't I ask you this?"

Mason gritted his teeth and looked back dimly.

The space behind the Blood-Gold Gate is actually very ordinary.

It was not as hideous and gloomy as people imagined, nor was there endless blood and corpses. It was clean, cold, and slightly damp.

In the center was a basin of blood, with a candle burning in the blood, which was about to fall out, and its deep red color looked like blood. After Mason opened his eyes, the candle went out immediately.

As expected of a descendant of an emperor, he is used to being the only one in charge... Although he had noticed a similar problem in Shaken, it was more obvious in the entire family.

If they hadn't gone into the subconscious without saying anything, they wouldn't have attracted the star's attention and caused this chaos. As a result, Mason had to use blood to strengthen his control over [Luo] again to help the blond nobles get rid of the star's control faster, which resulted in the worst situation where he had no choice but to jump out the window when the control was the most serious.

Facing the sight of death, Shaken finally remembered the scene where the other party was blocked by his tribesmen and could not get off the roof. He flickered his eyes left and right, and just when he was about to show sympathy, he saw the red-haired young man narrow his eyes dangerously, as if to say, "Get out if you try to trick me again."

The words came to his lips but he suddenly changed his tone, lowered his eyebrows and said: "As you wish, I will tell them not to bother you again later."

Mason relaxed his expression and slumped in the chair like a boneless person. It's not that he doesn't like meeting people, but these contaminated family members are even more illegitimate than illegitimate fans.

After opening the door countless times and suddenly seeing a pair of cold, bright eyes, his rule now is to be as hard-hearted as possible.

Seeing that his mood had calmed down, Shaken took advantage of the situation and began to report on what happened in the meeting room in a cheerful tone, forgetting the future cold faces of his father, brothers and relatives.

"...In other words, the family hopes that you can participate in the Twelve Round Table Competition as one of us."

"What is that?"

"You even the Twelve Round Tables—Okay, I'll explain it from the beginning."

"The Twelve Round Table Competition refers to a family ranking test held every four years. All noble families can participate, and the winner will be selected into the Twelve Round Table Council family to set the ranking standards. The content of the competition is very complex, covering economics, politics, culture and other aspects. It can be said to be a comprehensive test of each family. One of the important contents is to send the new generation to compete."

Speaking of this, we have to mention another person. Shaken sighed in his heart, some people are good, but how can they be enemies?

"If you agree, then you, my two brothers, and I will all be selected to fight this time. Among the people we need to pay attention to, the most troublesome one is the Garcia family."

"Aibo Garcia. The child of the patriarch's deceased ex-wife."

"He is the strongest of the new generation. The Speaker of the Council met him three years ago and thought he had the talent to succeed him. In the past three years, Aibo has been receiving secret training, and even his family rarely sees him. The chief of the Garcia clan married someone else after his mother died, so Aibo loves his only brother very much. If Amon really wants to fan the flames, he is likely to target us on the field."

Mason cleared his mind and said, "I haven't agreed yet, but you told me all these things. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble when you go back?"

"If my father knew that I told you everything that happened in the council chamber, he would probably beat me so hard that I couldn't get up, but who cares—"

The blond noble leaned forward slightly and placed his right hand on the table. His eyes reflected the other person's figure, clear and focused.

"I don't want you to have any misunderstandings about my family. The blood of Roland Ag is the same clan, and they are also your family. It's just that if you were in their shoes, you would have to consider more things."

"This name carries more glory than the stars. If you are truly our ancestor, we will give you a castle made of gold. Anyone who questions your identity will be crushed by the minions of the family. Since you are our ancestor, you must be someone who can bear this name."

Having said this, Shaken suddenly smiled.

"It would be all right if it were you, Oreius. I've staked my fortune on you. Grandfather."

The last four words were pronounced clearly, with a kind of intimacy like a puppy wagging its tail, revealing the expectation and desire. In modern times, it is a perfect example of black tea. First courtesy, then force, smiling but hiding a knife, every word is praised to a high level, silently showing Luo's wealth and power.

It was like putting a plate of fresh fat meat in front of a dog, tempting him to salivate. Anyone would be overwhelmed and step into the trap woven by the other dialect. The red-haired young man nodded slowly: "Okay, but I have one condition."

"Please say that the family has always been generous in this regard."

Wealth? Power? Or powerful pollutants? No, no, no, these are too vulgar. If it is him, what he wants must not be ordinary things.

Shaken crossed his fingers and waited expectantly for the next step, but he got a hesitant answer.

"Don't talk to me like that, it's a bit..."

He paused, then said tactfully, "... the shocking feeling of being thrown into an icy lake to take a bath in the middle of winter."

Shaken: "......"

The blond nobleman's pupils trembled, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Not only does he have a good face, he is also gifted in interpersonal communication. He is popular with people of all ages, genders, and ages, from 150 to 5. Even social teachers say that his smile and tone of voice are a powerful weapon.

What did he hear? Throwing him into an icy lake to take a bath in the middle of winter...! ?

All the hurts I have ever suffered in my life are not as great as the hurt caused by these words. The other party frowned, as if he was afraid that he was not specific enough, and solemnly emphasized again: "I don't mean anything else."

…at most, as a straight man, I just can’t appreciate the aesthetics.

Shaken's lips moved, and he agreed with some tiredness, ending the topic that was too unfriendly to him.

"There is one more thing you must do. Please attend the freshman ceremony in a week as scheduled. During this week, please study according to our course."

The newborn ceremony is a witness meeting where the family officially recognizes the identity of the members. The most important reason why Luo calls himself a pure-blood is not only because of the title given by the noble association, but also because the Luo family itself has a long history. Therefore, he cherishes the name even more.

At this point, the blond nobleman's expression turned serious again: "Please make sure you become a truly qualified noble."

It’s just a seven-day course, that’s pretty easy.

Mason nodded casually. At this moment, he didn't know what kind of hell he was about to face.

......

The tutors of the blond nobles were naturally extraordinary, especially when it came to etiquette, which was mostly taught by elders in the family who were experts in this area.

As the focus of the subject, Mason was lucky enough to have seven tutors, covering all aspects, including etiquette, dance, language, history, musical instruments, and miscellaneous studies.

Looking at the full schedule, Mason almost regretted that he had agreed too easily before. Unfortunately, reality did not allow him to choose to escape, so the young man had to study hard.

This surprised several teachers. They had seen many unruly geniuses, especially those with higher achievements. But the red-haired young man was surprisingly able to endure loneliness. Faced with boring classes, he still listened attentively to every class, took notes in a book, and reviewed after class.

To the elders, who were used to seeing the younger generation die, this was as rare as seeing Shaken not cheat one day.

The etiquette teacher is the most famous elder in the clan. He is a stern man, nearly seventy years old, with short platinum hair and always holding a very heavy-looking wooden cane. There are at least a hundred blond nobles who have been beaten by this cane. It can be said that nearly three generations have been through this in fear.

The teacher was especially strict with the red-haired young man. Although the cane would not hit him, it could directly punch a hole in the hard ground. Mason's eyebrows jumped when he saw this, and he almost suspected that this was a murderous plot.

Until he found out that this teacher was a die-hard fan of Roland Agger I, and because of what happened that day at the Blood and Gold Gate, he also became a fan of him.

As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the more earnest the teaching. This teacher's teaching level is getting more and more devilish. Mason is even in a trance after class every day. Even so, he has to be strong to rush to the next study, and can only fall asleep late at night with a tired body. It perfectly reproduces the tense life rhythm of high school students.

Although the teachers had no second thoughts, they were divided into different camps. Some were friendly, some were indifferent, and some were suspicious. Regardless of which camp they were in, they all had to admit that the red-haired young man was indeed a very good student. So much so that when they went back and saw the other students, they actually felt very disappointed with him.

Look at how Aurelius learned, and then look at yourself! You have studied for three years and still haven't passed the etiquette test. Isn't it shameful?

The students were very upset, and this actually led to a small period of admiration for the all-around athlete Oreius. Mason was silent when he heard the news. Facing these people who had not yet been trained by the cramming learning of the exam-oriented education, he was really embarrassed to say something too discouraging.

The most important thing is not the grades, but the attitude towards learning. How to find the key points of the exam in the vast sea of ​​courses has become a function deeply rooted in the bones of students.

After a few visits, he actually got along very well with these teachers.

On the other hand, the construction of the new town has been making progress in recent days.

Ronald has been following the Crosses since he became a bloodline, and has a lot of experience in infrastructure. With the full service of the profiteer and the transportation of the entity, the progress of the entire new town is booming. Now that the first round of hunting of prey has been completed, planning to build houses has begun.

As for Canaan, who is still in the church, he is even more stable. As the only Son of God recognized by the church, his daily routine is to appear in various ceremonies, big and small, and he is becoming the second idol of the Holy City after the Pope.

The most important change was in the Land of Stars, where the young World Tree was lush and green, and even though it had not grown any new fruit, it was now at least thirty meters tall. Mason reached out and touched the bark, as if he could hear the rustling of each leaf, telling him countless stories about the past and the future.

The memory insertion he thought of on the spur of the moment was undoubtedly very successful. The illusory connection of thoughts from the members of the Luo family more or less acknowledged the reality of Oreus' past, providing a powerful medicine for the growth of the World Tree.

With the daily efforts of the three parties, more and more people are getting to know and accept the original body and the vests. The world tree is changing every day, and everything is thriving. When Shaken informed him that he should prepare to participate in the newborn ceremony, he even had a strange thought that time was passing too fast.

"We have to prepare in advance. There are rumors about you everywhere. If you stay here any longer, I will think you are here to be a teacher in the family."

Shaken clapped his hands, and the servants poured in from the door, turning the room into a luxurious dressing room in a blink of an eye. Clothes embroidered with gold thread and decorated with jewels were placed on racks and sent into the room in an endless stream, making the scene frightening.

Even so, the blond nobleman still felt it was not enough, and kept on mumbling: "I asked Miss Violet to make a dress for you. This time you can't be perfunctory like last time, you have to let those people see the confidence of the family." Mason, who had never expected things to develop like this, was at a loss, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Because of the sudden accident last time, Luo was criticized by many visiting nobles. They believed that Luo, as the organizer, had not fulfilled his obligation to maintain safety. Some even used this incident to attack the Twelve Round Table Families, hoping to use it as an excuse to make the Luo family conduct another stability test.

These fleas were so troublesome that the second young master, who was in charge of handling the matter, became impatient and wanted to go to the door and beat them up. Fortunately, his deputy stopped him.

They have encountered a lot of problems when going out recently. Even the bottom families dared to give them a hard time. This made the blond nobles very unhappy.

Mason was trying on clothes while listening to the other party's complaints. Facing Shaken's hidden gaze, he was speechless. He didn't understand why the other party wanted him to participate in the venting of anger.

If you want to convince the descendants of Roland Ag, you can't be soft-hearted. Only a cold and arrogant leader is worthy of being followed by the wolves. You need to suppress the outside world and be strict and kind to the inside. Since you have decided to join here, you have to adapt to its rules.

"Okay, I understand."

Mason cleared his mind and made a decision.

At the same time as the red-haired young man answered, a black hole suddenly appeared in an alley in Partington City. A black-robed businessman walked out of the hole and looked up at the light as bright as day.

“This is a great place.”

The ability to move was convenient and quick. The paint on the pale mask flowed and changed, and finally formed a solidified smile. He lowered his head and merged into the endless stream of people.

In a bar not far from here, drunkards were chatting about recent gossip.

A drunk burped, and suddenly someone patted his shoulder. He turned his head impatiently, and saw a strange mask. Looking down, he saw that the other person was wearing a black robe, with a few strands of black hair showing from the hood.

The drunk frowned. Normally, the appearance of such a person would cause alarm. But the black-robed man's tone was too natural, as if they had known each other for a long time. The drunk recalled for a long time and asked in confusion: "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

A large cup of beer covered with snow-white foam appeared in front of him, and he immediately stared at it. Even the other person's words were not that important.

"It's me, brother. Didn't we drink together half a month ago? I had an accident when I went out, and the wound on my face hasn't healed yet, so I can't show my face in public. I haven't seen you for a while. Is there anything interesting happening in the city recently?"

No one can resist alcohol! The drunkard dismissed his confused thoughts, picked up the beer and took a big gulp without hesitation, and smiled at the other party: "It turns out to be you, my brother, you have come to the right person. You should know that there is no gossip in the city that I don't know...hiccup!"

He burped. The man in black robes gave him words of respect at the right time, praising him to the point of ecstasy and smugness. The drunkard was dizzy and vomited out everything he knew.

"If we talk about the recent major events, the first one is that the Luo family will hold a newborn ceremony in three days. Let me tell you, this ceremony is not a simple one. It is said that many big families are watching here."

The other party asked curiously: "Isn't this just a recognition ceremony? What's so strange about it?"

"Hey! You don't understand this." The drunk laughed and glanced at his empty glass. After the other party filled it up for him, he smiled with satisfaction. He lowered his voice and said, "I'm only telling you this. Don't tell anyone else. This is top secret information that I learned from my brother's sister's brother-in-law. It cost me a lot of money!"

"Didn't many nobles go to participate in the Blood and Gold Gate before? I heard that many of them were injured when they came back, which aroused public anger. This time, we are planning to go together and take the opportunity to ask for accountability!"

The black-robed man asked, "Can they succeed? They are the Twelve Round Table Families. They can probably crush them with a wave of their hands."

"Isn't there a master behind this?"

The drunkard whispered in a dazed voice, "It is said that this time it was led by the Garcia family, also one of the Twelve Round Table families. They have a genius like Ai Bo, so maybe they can really make it happen!"

As expected, this is probably what the blond nobles have been busy with recently.

"Thank you so much, you are so generous. Actually, I heard a lot of rumors on the way out this time. Some of them are about the new people who joined the Luo family this time..."

He paused here, and his suppressed voice was like the sweet whispers of the serpent in the Garden of Eden, full of a different kind of temptation.

The drunkard put down his cup and listened to him unconsciously, and even the people around him could not help but keep quiet. The culprit of all this, Wen Si, did not move and quickly added the second half of the sentence.

"It only costs 10 roubles to hear this rumor! Don't miss it!"

The audience who were expecting what was to come suddenly looked at him with something strange in their eyes.

After all this time, this is just a rumor that is exaggerated and spread falsely! ?

One of the people with a quick temper said "Pah!" and turned away unhappily: "Another liar!"

It had been a long time since anyone had passed through the Blood-Gold Gate, so once the news of the new birth ceremony spread, true and false information spread all over the streets. This guy was undoubtedly a swindler, and his strange outfit immediately explained it. Facing the contemptuous eyes of the crowd, the man in black robe was unusually calm. He sat at the table, his voice sincere and honest.

"This store is honest and never pretends to be fake. If there is any problem, I am willing to refund the money immediately."

"real?"

The people in the hotel looked at each other, and one of them hesitantly threw out 10 Labis: "Then tell me what you think?"

The coin fell precisely into the palm of the hand wrapped in the white bandage, and melted quietly in a place where no one could see. The voice of the man in black robes sounded leisurely.

"What I want to talk about is a mysterious place called [Land of Stars]..."