Territory

Mason could not help but feel relieved that Oleus had a passerby fan who stood up for him. The young man who was caught eating roast chicken in the middle of the night swallowed the last bite whole, finally filling his hungry stomach.

When he went to Canaan to deal with something, the nurse grabbed him and forced him to put on more clothes. Later, he was grabbed by a group of patients to chat about family matters.

When Mason finally regained consciousness, it was past dinner time in Oreius. The crazy blood loss and healing in today's battle made Mason so hungry that he was unconscious and just hungrily chewed on the pillar.

Mason wanted to eat more, so he looked at Ricks, who was stunned by his words and stared at him, not knowing what he was thinking. Mason looked at the chicken bones, then at Ricks, and said cautiously, "I want to eat more..."

Ricks stood up and stared at him with a gloomy face: "Eat! I'll take you to eat now!"

Mason: “???”

At this moment, the other party's aura was inexplicably a bit scary. He couldn't figure out what he had done to make the other party suddenly go crazy.

This stunned expression was obviously misunderstood. Ricks looked gloomy, and his eyes were full of strong emotional changes. The man jumped off the roof, and frowned when he saw that he didn't catch up: "Come down, I'll take you to eat."

Mason thought it over and decided that it was more important to eat, so he jumped down and followed.

The man who had always been so powerful that he was intimidating was now following him like a little tail as he went out to eat. He looked a little tired, but not noticeably.

Only when Ricks observed carefully did he find that the other person was much quieter than usual. Once he noticed this, unreasonable guilt overwhelmed Ricks' heart.

The other party saved him and his companions and solved so many problems. He didn't even notice the young man's physical problem. Rex couldn't help thinking, I'm really not a human!

Thinking of Ya'an, with whom he had plotted to meet the Noble Association today, Rex wiped away his admiration for him during the day and thought with a heavy heart, he is really not a human being!

If Mason knew what he was thinking at the moment, he would be simply amused and confused: Who would be jealous of himself just because he is the pampered one next door but no one cares about him here?

Then his paralyzed bed-ridden self has something to say first!

Fortunately, he didn't know, so Ricks could continue to let his thoughts ferment. They chose a street stall nearby, and Mason directly ordered the entire menu, triple servings. After repeated confirmation from the boss, plates of steaming dishes were brought up.

Ricks was stunned to see the young man wolfing down more than 50 plates of food, soup, rice and water, but he didn't even eat a single bite. This terrifying speed shocked the boss. He murmured, "I've been running the store for more than 20 years, and I've never seen someone eat so much..."

Who isn’t!

The diners around him and Rex agreed in their hearts! After drinking the last mouthful of soup, Oleus finally stopped. Rex asked carefully, "Are you full?"

"Just barely, I want to go back to sleep." The young man yawned lazily. "I lost too much blood when I was fighting the worm mother. I'm going to sleep well for a few days after this."

He felt even more guilty!

Ricks's sensitivity was shattered at this moment. He even paid the bill absent-mindedly and took the initiative to send the other party back. As a friend of midnight snack, Mason liked him a lot. Before entering the door, the red-haired young man patted the other's shoulder and smiled with a small tiger tooth that was not usually seen: "Thank you for treating me to dinner today. You can ask me for help if you need anything."

"Hmm...Okay..."

Ricks agreed vaguely. He knew the other party was serious, so his mood became more complicated.

The man went back to the room and lay there for a long time. After closing his eyes, he thought of the other person's bloody half-body standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, then he thought of the young man's tired eyes in the moonlight, and the roast chicken that had been eaten clean.

After an unknown amount of time, Rex sat up straight in bed, squinted his eyes in the dark, and made a decision.

The next day, Mason woke up early and opened the door to see Ricks standing at the door, looking like he was facing a powerful enemy. Mason was stunned for a moment, not sure what he wanted to do.

"Good morning, Rex, what are you doing here?"

"I'll go with you."

Mason: “…Huh?”

"I said, I'll go to that couple's territory with you!"

At five o'clock in the morning, Rex knocked on the Earl's door and said he wanted to go on a mission with Oleus. He had dark circles under his eyes. Mason looked him up and down with a strange look on his face: "...You are going too..."

It's not that he discriminates against the other party, but mainly because Ricks's shocking kneeling really makes people lose confidence. The latter was very uncomfortable: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I feel much more at ease with you around!"

This casual remark made the other party stunned, and Ricks's face showed a complex expression that he couldn't understand. If I really have to give it a name, it would probably be [I didn't expect that he really trusted me so much...]

Watching further really challenged his conscience, so Mason quickly changed the subject and asked the other party to gather for dinner.

Today's breakfast was white bread, corn porridge and carefully prepared beef stew. Mason spread jam on the bread and asked casually, "Who did the earl send this time?"

Ricks sat opposite him, swallowed the bread, and answered confidently: "This time, the Earl sent a Bloodline Squad composed of experts who can fight one against a hundred, one person can support the logistics of the entire team, and a scout who can go deep into the SS-level monster area and escape unscathed. Is that enough for you?"

"So enthusiastic?"

Mason felt a little embarrassed, but he was looking forward to it. He quickly finished his breakfast and happily rushed to the city gate with Ricks.

The stone beasts in front of the city gate were still majestic, and the guards were checking the people coming and going diligently. But at one corner of the bridge, there was an open space artificially separated. Two beautiful horses were pulling a carriage, and their companions were standing in front of the carriage.

Mason slowed down his pace, his eyes passed over the face of the person standing there, and his tone was slightly hesitant.

"A skilled fighter who can defeat a hundred enemies at once..."

Ollie, who was wearing a beautiful dress, looked up and saw him, and waved happily, holding a freshly eaten egg pie in her hand.

She can indeed defeat a hundred with one, but her "hundred" is still in the basement. I don't know why, but the little girl looks unexpectedly pleasing today.

"One person can support the logistics of the entire team..."

Rambo stood next to the girl, carrying a black leather suitcase in his hand, wearing gold-framed glasses neatly, with his hair combed neatly, looking like an office worker who was about to go to work.

It can indeed support the supply of the entire team, although it only brought a small suitcase. But isn't the standard equipment of an elite man a suitcase, gold-rimmed glasses, and a human face with a beastly heart?

Mason was silent for a moment, then looked at the person next to him. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart: "That scout who can go deep into the SS-level monster area alone and still escape unscathed..."

Rex pointed at himself modestly, even though his hands were empty.

“…………”

Mason looked at him expressionlessly: "Then why were you caught by the worm queen?"

Ricks looked back with more righteousness than him: "Didn't you hear the word 'alone'?"

...So it's not okay with teammates around, right?

What kind of configuration is this? Let's just call it the acquaintance picnic team!

Rex grabbed his arm. After last night, he was obviously bolder. He took Mason and walked over. Ollie, with a round beard, spoke to Mason with the attitude of a grown-up son: "The Earl told us. I didn't expect you to be so great!"

Rambo applauded: "Very impressive, worthy of being Mr. Oreius."

"This is a new mission for our District 5 team, and we have new members. Everyone should work hard!"

"As a newcomer, I will work hard!"

...The last voice pretending to be young is Ricks.

Mason vaguely realized the earl's selection criteria. The people he selected were those who would not look at Oreius with special eyes. It can only be said that the old ones are still the most experienced. According to Oreius's settings, he really prefers this kind of natural interaction. The red-haired young man scratched his hair lazily, his expression was a little gentler than usual.

"You are my companions on this mission... I'll leave it to you then. Is this the carriage arranged by the Count?"

The white horse pulling the carriage sneezed and looked fat and strong. Rambo briefly introduced: "Viscount Chris's territory is on the outskirts. It will take us about a day and a half by carriage. These are all horses specially approved by the earl, and they are very suitable for traveling."

He didn't say that the car was originally the Earl's exclusive car. Mason circled it and saw something. Earl Yan was undoubtedly attentive, but for him, it was too slow.

Who would want to lie down for one more day when you can stand up one day earlier!

Mason looked at the nearest door eagerly... The guard in front of the city gate took a step back vigilantly and stood in front of the statue, still remembering the man who took away their guarding statue.

Ahem…Why are you so cautious? I'm not after your house this time.

Mason muttered to himself and reached out to touch the carriage door. His consciousness sank into the darkness and he skillfully found the portal from the sounds.

On a road in Ya'an City, a voice suddenly rang out from an ordinary iron gate: "Come to the city gate."

The door lock fell off automatically, and the iron door suddenly opened without anyone touching it, startling passers-by. She looked at the iron door creaking in the wind suspiciously, muttering, "Who leaves the door open before going out..."

A few seconds later, a line of bloody words appeared on the carriage door in front of Mason, with flattering words overflowing: [Where do you want to go? ]

"Mr. and Mrs. Chris's territory."

The teleportation door pattern did not move until Mason smeared blood on the door. A suction force suddenly swallowed his blood, and he frowned secretly. Compared with before, this door seemed to be more greedy.

The door with a phantom glow opened again, and the black mist wrapped in blood respectfully formed a staircase. Olih shouted childishly, "Oh my God! The door opened by itself!"

Rambo stared at the door for a long time, and suddenly frowned, as if he recognized something. But he didn't say anything, but just calmly followed the others into the door.

The space changes, and the other side is connected to a dilapidated thatched cottage door. The beams are low, and the air is filled with the smell of dust and decay, which shows everywhere that no one lives here for a long time.

Mason stepped out of the door and paused slightly. His eyes fell on the corner of the wall, and everyone behind him could see clearly what it was.

It was a pale skeleton, holding the skeleton of a baby in its arms in a protective manner.