Stuck BUG

The candlelight on both sides of the corridor flickered warmly. Knights in black armor performed their duties faithfully, patrolling the entire castle without stopping, and never allowing any enemy to invade.

Suddenly, he paused, and his deep blue eyes beneath his helmet fixed on a certain spot, revealing a murderous intent.

"Come out."

No one responded in the silent air. The knight spoke in a cold tone, and the outer layer of his armor showed a hard color. Just as he was about to attack, a voice came from behind.

The man looked back and saw the red-haired young man lazily leaning against the corner. He raised his hand and greeted him: "Good evening, Mr. Knight. Which way to the kitchen?"

Ronald recognized him as his host's guest from his clothes. He softened his expression and said, "On the first floor. The two adults don't like guests to walk around. If you need anything, I can get it for you."

"Don't worry I just want a drink of water. You can come with me."

The guest smiled and explained that this small request was not excessive. As Ronald thought, the hair that merged with the red velvet carpet silently retreated, and when he glanced away again, there was only an empty corridor.

"Do you patrol every day?"

"Yes, I will inspect every place, and before the banquet, I will inspect the first and second floors separately."

Feeling a little strange, the knight answered the other party's questions while leading the guest through the corridor on the first floor to find the kitchen.

The castle's kitchen was spacious and bright, with brand new kitchen utensils. The only drawback was that the cupboards were empty, without any ingredients.

Mason poured himself a glass of water first: "Where are the chefs and ingredients here?"

The knight shook his head. "We don't have a chef. Lady Sofia will cook it herself and the ingredients will be ready in time."

"oh--"

The young man spoke in a long voice without any emotion, and then asked with interest: "Mr. Knight, why do you serve these two?"

"They have done me a favor." Ronald took him back and replied, "I was born into a knight family. When I was a young man undergoing trials, I was assassinated by spies and almost died in the trials. It was the two adults who saved me."

"Do they have children?"

"Of course, they have two children."

The guest lazily raised his voice: "I heard that Master Mason was cursed by the black mist and will not live long. How pitiful."

"Your Excellency will never let this happen!"

The knight blurted out, paused, and showed a hesitant look: "Although the young master was cursed and dying. But the two adults love their children very much. Even though everyone said that the young master would not live long, they tried their best... No, the young master is healthy now? Young Master Mason? No, it's Young Master Ricks... No! The seriously ill one is Young Master Mason!"

In his mind, there was indeed a seriously ill young master. That was the reason why the lord he served was busy day and night. But when he thought about it carefully, Young Master Ricks was obviously very healthy.

Which young master is seriously ill? Are there other young masters in the castle?

The conflict between reality and memory caused Ronald's voice to suddenly freeze, and his brows knitted tightly. Before he could come up with a conclusion, a clear door opening sound suddenly came from the corridor at the other end of the first floor.

As if someone sensed that something was wrong, the footsteps were approaching rapidly.

Mason left the knight without any sympathy and turned to run straight to the guest room upstairs. Almost at the moment he closed the door, the breath climbed up the stairs and appeared silently outside the door.

The young man glanced at the clock. There were still fifteen minutes to ten. The other party stood at the door and seemed to have no intention of coming in.

It seems that the true memory of the bloodline has been distorted to make them admit that they are a part of this place. However, the memory itself is not strong enough. If it conflicts with reality, it will easily cause turbulence, which will then alarm the lost ones.

And he also guessed why Aurelius was a guest—because Aurelius had no past.

If you want to modify memory, you must have memory. As a fruit, how long has Oleus fallen from the world tree? All his life stories are written by the script. The consciousness of control is remote. If it is really possible to modify something that does not exist, Mason is willing to let these two lost people replace the world tree and ascend to the throne of taboo No. 1.

I just don't know what the situation is like for the remaining three people... But looking at the current situation, there is no danger until they turn hostile.

The young man took out his hairband and tied his hair up again. He waited for the brass clock in the room to strike the tenth time, and then there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door, and the well-dressed hostess stared at him. The parrot on her shoulder also stared at him, with sharp eyes that seemed to penetrate his soul. After a moment, she spoke again: "Please come with me, guest. In order to welcome you, we have decided to hold a family banquet tonight."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

Mason smiled back, as if time had been repeated. The rich banquet appeared before everyone again, the only difference being that this time the knight sitting in the lower seat was gone.

"You should have seen him. Ronald is not feeling well."

The host explained. The aroma of food in the air became stronger and stronger, and even the waiting time made people hungry. A sniff of the mellow and sweet wine was enough to make the wine god drunk, and the teeth sank into the thick steaks that were roasted to golden brown, and they immediately tasted the abundant gravy. All the food was placed on silver and glass plates and bowls, and the color under the light was sweeter than honey.

But this time the food was obviously much less than last time. Mason secretly estimated that it would take about two or three more times before the food for the banquet would be completely consumed.

The banquet was over. The hostess stood up and came to his side, saying softly: "Please follow me, guest. I hope you can have a good rest tonight. If anyone disturbs you, you are welcome to tell me at any time."

Mason was friendly and perfunctory. When he returned to the room and closed the door, the clock went back. He pulled out a few hairs again, and sighed in pain as he heard the sound of blood being sucked out.

This requires pulling out hair and drawing blood every time you refresh, which is really a waste.

At nine o'clock, the young man went out. This time he did not meet any knights, and he carefully explored the castle with his hair extended until he caught a familiar scent, then he suddenly stopped.

Is this Orih's room? Mason quietly turned the doorknob and slipped in.

The dreamy pink color surges into the field of vision like an ocean wave. This is a luxurious bedroom with a very girlish temperament, which can be seen from the princess bed with draped curtains that almost takes up one-third of the room. The layers of light pink gauze cover the scene inside. The beautiful girl is sleeping soundly, and her skin is as soft as a baby's. The long hair hanging between the bed is golden, as if it is the most outstanding masterpiece of God.

But what made Mason full of questions was not this room full of girlish atmosphere, but the fact that Olivia was not resting on a pillow, but on Rambo's thigh. The blue eyes behind the middle-aged man's gold-rimmed eyes looked at him quietly, full of danger.

"May I ask what may I do for you, my uninvited guest?"

Rambo put down the storybook in his hand and spoke in a rather impolite tone.

"I suppose there is no reason for you to come into a lady's room at night."

I'm really curious about your relationship. Why didn't you separate in a place like this? Mason swallowed his complaints and said, "Listen to my explanation. Olihe can prove that I'm a good person, right?"

At this distance, he felt the control of the blood thread again, and the vague connection was gently pulled. Ollie woke up slowly, and when he saw the red-haired young man, his eyes lit up and he ran towards him without thinking: "You finally came to pick me up!"

She naturally accepted that she had some kind of relationship with the young man in front of her, and her attitude was extremely intimate. Blood's control was stronger than that of family and close friends. The other party smiled and touched her head: "I'm here to pick you up. How did you and Rambo get here?"

How come I didn't know that Orih knew someone like this?

Rambo looked at this strange guest, and his suspicions kept rising. But Orihe answered without hesitation: "Because I am my mother's child. My mother gave birth to me, and I lived with my mother. Later, my mother died, and I met Rambo, and I lived with Rambo."

Mason was a little subtle: "Why does Rambo stay here? Why don't you leave?"

The little girl was full of pride: "Of course it's because I'm here! Since Rambo is here, why should I leave?"

As long as the other person is there, it’s fine!

Mason's mouth twitched unconsciously at the little girl's super confident speech. I can understand that as long as you are with each other, it doesn't matter where you are. But can staying in Ya'an City be the same as staying in the illusion of the lost?

The hair scattered in the corridor was still quiet. The red-haired young man stood at the door, thinking about how to impact the other party's memory. He thought again and again, and felt that there was only one thing that could shock the other party.

"Olihe, if you don't wake up, the desserts you left in Ya'an City will be stolen."

Olivia was stunned. Mason pulled the blood thread and suddenly pulled out a picture from her hazy consciousness and pushed it to the surface. The little girl jumped three feet high. All she saw was the Rambo special dessert she had hidden in Ya'an City. "No! Those are the desserts I worked so hard to save during the offensive and defensive battles! No one is allowed to touch them!"

The hair on the other side trembled suddenly, and the red-haired young man spoke faster: "Rambo, do you want to know Canaan's ability? I can tell you after we get out - including his curse."

"good."

The middle-aged man sitting beside the bed answered in a flash, so fast that Mason almost felt that he was being played. The former remained calm, with only the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Before he could ask more questions, the attacking aura was around the corner, so Mason had to give up the idea of ​​pursuing the blame and ran away.

This is undoubtedly a wise choice.

As soon as he left, the little girl turned her head and looked at the door. The hostess in a gorgeous long dress appeared in front of her like an instant, and the parrot on its shoulder stared at the girl with extremely cold eyes.

Ollie giggled, her laughter mixed with the high-speed buzzing of mosquito wings: "Mom, what are you chasing? Your hair is all messed up from running around."

"Olivia, you should worry less about your mother."

The hostess said coldly, and a bewildering light suddenly lit up in her beautiful eyes.

The power of chaos exploded in a small area, but soon returned to normal. Mason pushed his speed to the limit, and then he slammed the door before the Lost caught up. The pursuer who followed closely stopped at the door, and he could feel the majestic anger through the door.

A few minutes later, the clock began to chime. Amid the death-warning knock, the red-haired young man calmly opened the door after tidying himself up.

The hostess stared at him, with a slightly messy strand of hair tucked behind her ear. She bit her teeth and made a creaking sound. After a moment, she suppressed her anger and said in a cold voice: "Please come with me, guest. In order to welcome your arrival, we have decided to hold a family banquet tonight."

The young man’s smile was so standard that it could be sold as a marble statue: “I’ll look forward to it.”

They came to the living room. The missing people this time were undoubtedly Orih and the other two. Ronald sat down and looked a little worried about the two of them. He seemed to no longer know Mason, and when the host introduced himself, he nodded in a friendly manner as if he were treating a stranger.

The food was much less than last time. It seemed that the host and hostess were much more impatient during the meal because of a certain unruly guest. They looked at the red-haired young man every time they took a bite, as if they were treating him as their meal. The latter looked like he was enjoying the food without any fear, and occasionally smiled back at them, which made people's blood pressure soar.

After dinner, the hostess "invited" him back to the room like a plague god. At nine o'clock, Mason finished making the hair again. Just as they were about to pass through the crack of the door, they suddenly stopped in place. The young man felt the cold breath approaching outside the door and couldn't help but exclaimed: "As expected, the more beautiful women are, the more troublesome they are. I just disturbed my meal twice, and she actually squatted at the door and refused to leave."

As he spoke, the hair that was swirling around the room turned in a different direction and fell softly on the mirror. The red-haired young man squatted down and smiled amiably at himself in the mirror: "Friend, can you help me?"

The reflection in the mirror pretended to be dead and didn't say anything. The young man showed a helpless look: "Stop pretending. You saw the hair at the beginning, but the Lost Ones didn't get the news, so I succeeded again and again, proving that you didn't tell them the truth. You are not only an accomplice to the evil, but also have ulterior motives. People like you are like a fence-sitter, you will fall in whichever direction the wind blows."

"I just want to ask you for a favor. Look, the Reverend Lady Maria is waiting for me outside the door, and I want to talk to her little son. Can you pass the message on for me?"

His words were extremely sincere, and they were simply a true expression of his heart. Moved by his sincerity, the person in the mirror nodded slowly, and the young man patted the frame of the mirror, deeply moved: "I knew you must be a sensible person."

The hair that was clinging to the mirror surface moved in agreement, the tip sliding across the mirror surface, making a creepy friction sound. The person in the mirror nodded stiffly, looking at the other person as if he were looking at a living devil.