War Meeting

My son's rebellion breaks my heart...

Upon learning of Olih's thoughts, Mason couldn't help but feel a little sad.

This feeling is very strange. Why is one of them your big brother whom you want to be close to, and the other your target of assassination?

Could it be that Orihir is born with an evil side, preferring the murderous-looking Oreius and disliking the approachable Canaan?

Mason was puzzled.

After much thought, he decided to solve the next big problem first.

How about today's banquet?

Canaan was definitely going to join. Although he wanted to let Canaan leave, he couldn't help but think that this vest was too useful. Whenever Mason was tossing around in bed and his back and waist ached, Canaan's energy would pass through him, and he would immediately feel his back and legs were no longer sore and he felt like he could still rehabilitate for a few more hours.

Oreius is still hiding in the woods. It would be a pity if he didn't eat something since he's here. It's okay for Canaan not to eat, but the swordsman still has the body of an ordinary person. There's always a solution.

And the biggest problem...

Mason turned over with difficulty, and after the joy of recovery, his attention returned to the strange little ball.

Wrapped in Canaan's power, he hardly felt anything unusual. But thinking of the changes in his body before, Mason still felt heavy in his heart.

What on earth is this little ball?

He didn't dare to tell others directly. The best way was undoubtedly to contact the Noble Association and use their power to investigate. But in fact, Mason's original plan was to wait until he was cured, and then let Oleus and his men run away quickly. It would be best if he could take root somewhere quietly from then on, and not be dragged into any power disputes.

Mason knew his own limitations, but now that his life was at stake, he could not afford to back down. With the issue of exile in mind, there was only one question left:

How can we get Aurelius to join the Nobles Association in the proper way? After all, he has shown no interest so far.

Mason closed his eyes and kept rewriting the script in his mind. As he wrote, the boy's breathing became steady. The holy servant leaned against the window and slowly closed his eyes. Small branches of flowers were entwined on the bedposts and carpet, blooming beautiful little flowers.

Amid the fragrant aroma, they fell asleep.

When Mason woke up, he looked at the unfamiliar ceiling, feeling refreshed yet a little guilty.

He hadn't had such a good sleep in a long time. Usually, even if one of the vests was sleeping, he would be busy on the other side. Although his body was not tired, after a good sleep, Mason suddenly felt that the world was bright.

Just as he was about to turn over, he found that he was covered with a thin blanket. Canaan, who was leaning against the window, was also covered with a blanket. He didn't know whether they were sleeping too soundly or the person's footsteps were too light, so no one noticed.

I don't know which kindhearted person made this, but the quilt and blanket are very soft, which makes people feel happy. Mason curled his lips and ordered Canaan to get up and open the window. After more than ten minutes, a figure flashed in from outside.

The red-haired young man sat on Canaan's chair and calmed his slightly disordered breathing. Unlike the others who were in the carriage, Oreius ran over. At this point, the priest closed the window again, and the two vests finally gathered together.

Mason struggled to sit up, and from Canaan's perspective, the boy struggled weakly like a dead fish.

Mason: “…”

He stepped forward and adjusted his body so that it rested comfortably on the pillow. When everything was complete, Mason nodded with satisfaction.

"We are now holding a combat meeting. Participants please report your information."

From now on, he had to get used to talking to three people at the same time and remember the settings of each vest. If the situation of the hijack script was in progress, Mason's scalp tingled at the thought.

The red-haired young man raised his hand: "No. 1 vest Aureus, the blessing is [Holy Armor]. The current script is that he was saved by the Glorious Knight Christine when he was alive, and he fell because of killing Christine's soul. His goal is to stop killing by killing and judge all injustices."

The silver-haired young man used his energy to make a chair and sat down. "I am the second vest Canaan, blessed by Heaven. When I was alive, I was a respected priest and an extreme humanist. I was corrupted by the corruption of my best friend Aureus. My first goal is to stop his corruption and second is to protect humanity. In order to protect humanity, I can temporarily cooperate with Aureus."

The flax-haired boy on the bed wanted to point at himself, but failed due to physical reasons: "My real name is Mason, the descendant of a viscount cursed by the black mist, and I have no special abilities. The goal is simple, the first is to absolutely ensure the safety of the real person, and the second is to find as much information about the sphere as possible and how to solve it safely. Oleus can contact the Noble Association, and Canaan can consider other organizations."

"And most importantly."

Mason's expression was extremely serious.

"No matter what the blessing or curse is, everyone must be a good person who seems to be indifferent to the world! Do not arouse the hostility of any organization. The investigation can be slow, but it must be steady, and do not arouse anyone's suspicion."

To the end, survival is victory!

I have only one wish, which is to not arouse suspicion from others, resolve life safety issues, and retire early!

Oreius said, "I saw a lot of people on the road when I came here. They seem to have moved the banquet venue to the castle. They should be holding a banquet here tonight."

Canaan added: "Ronald would definitely want the doctor to stay with you all the time, so he wouldn't let me leave too far."

"So the best opportunity to make an appearance is today's banquet."

The three of them spoke without a pause. Mason looked at Oleus again. No matter how he looked at him, he didn't look like a good guy. The man who had pinched his face only cared about the handsome man and couldn't help but sighed.

"I shouldn't have chosen this blessing. I don't look like a good person now. Won't it be worse when I unlock my skills? Learn from Canaan. This is what a good person looks like."

"What should I do? I can't have disfigurement surgery now."

Jianan said faintly: "You just mentioned disfigurement surgery, right?"

"It's impossible for this face to grow into yours without being disfigured and turned into plasticine."

The more Mason thought about it, the more sad he became. He began to take notes in his head: "Forget it, Orelius will be the pitiful character. From today on, go crazy for Christine, bang your head against the wall for Christine, and the first thing you should do when you join the Noble Association is to read the History of Christine, the Glorious Knight - don't show your secrets! If you show your secrets, Canaan will be gone!"

"Okay, okay, it always feels weird for one person to play three people talking."

"Get used to it. Although we will go to different places later, if we really meet, we still need to think about how to get along with each other in advance."

And looking at the two faces in front of him, it was as if he really had two different friends who could support his plan in this strange world where he was wandering alone. Mason took a deep breath, trying to draw some support from it.

I'm still very nervous...

There is no way out, you can only trust your own script. One wrong step will lead to death.

Even talking to himself could make the world livelier and make him feel as if he could really complete this plan.

He secretly laughed at himself in his heart and ordered Aurelius to climb out of the window. Mason looked away with difficulty and lay down. Canaan covered him with a blanket, watched the original body close its eyes quietly, and then silently sat back in front of the window and posed.

This bedroom is at the highest point of the castle, and through the window one can see the outline of the plain in the distance. Faint voices came from below, and the silver-haired young man lowered his eyes and saw the tables set up in the garden in a lively and noisy manner.

It was sunny outside, so he didn't have to wait long.

When the Cursed Day climbed to the top of his head, the silver-haired young man heard footsteps approaching outside the door.

The person who came was obviously not an acquaintance. His footsteps were hurried and he stopped and hesitated for a few seconds before knocking on the door.

Canaan, who was already bored, was playing with the flower vines. He moved his fingertips slightly, and the vines that were entwined intimately withdrew. The young man raised his eyes and said, "Come in."

Martha opened the door nervously. It was a familiar room, but it seemed a little strange at this moment. Lord Ronald asked her to invite the blood of the young master who treated him to attend the banquet. I wonder what kind of person he is?

Although the local viscounts and barons were gentler, Martha would not forget the cruel nature of the bloodline people. She had witnessed many nobles who suddenly went crazy and beat people to death, but no one would blame them.

The value of ordinary people and bloodline people cannot be compared at all. Marsha, you have to be careful. She reminded herself in her heart and tried her best to show the most elegant etiquette. But when she saw the scene inside the house, she couldn't help but be stunned.

The strong smell of medicine in the past was blown away by the wind, making the room seem less dull. There was no more heavy breathing and coughing of the young man, nor was there any vague moaning of sorrow. The heavy curtains were tied up with beautiful ribbons, and the silver-haired young man sat in the narrow beam of light, his eyes were calm and his eyebrows were gentle.

Martha felt her cheeks flush almost instantly. Oh my god... she was already a mother of two, but she couldn't help blushing.

"Sir, Lord Ronald sent me to invite you. I hope you can attend today's banquet."

The alien had no idea what gentle central air conditioning was, so she subconsciously showed her best side. Canaan was always very kind to ordinary people, and immediately stood up and said, "Excuse me."

Martha was dazed the whole time as she led them downstairs. All the words came out in a rush and she couldn't stop them.

From the structure of the castle to when she came, to how many brothers and children she had in the family, and what she thought of the territory. She explained everything from beginning to end.

Canaan then realized that this was the maid who took care of the original body, and his attitude became better. He coaxed Martha into turning around with just a few words. If they were a dozen years younger, it might be a scene from a knight's novel where a man and a woman have feelings for each other.

Going out from the back door of the hall, you will arrive at the carefully decorated entrance of the garden. During this time, Ronald's subordinates brought in the ingredients and decorated this place into a suitable banquet venue.

Umbrellas with floral patterns were everywhere, casting shades on the scorching sun. Maids in long maid dresses shuttled between long tables covered with white tablecloths, serving dishes. The knights seemed to still advocate a simpler banquet style. Canaan took a quick look and saw a unique outdoor barbecue stove. The only people attending the banquet were visitors from Ya'an City and the territory management headed by Ronald. Although they were called management, they were actually just clerks and team leaders.

There is no need to announce it, the flower vines spreading with footsteps have already informed the arrival of the guests. Only the arrival of one person will make the spring breeze blow through the early autumn courtyard again. Those crystal clear flowers climb up the railings in an instant, and the fragrance flows with the wind, making those who smell it feel refreshed.

The guests looked towards the door, and their baron had already stood up to greet the guests. A servant of God wearing only a white robe stood at the entrance of the garden, his long hair like the moonlight blowing in the wind, and his azure eyes were clear and peaceful.

He doesn't look like a living human being, but more like a sign, a symbol, a story from a holy book. Humans have many fantasies about holiness and beauty, but when he appears here, all fantasies become reality.

In the dream where he held his breath for fear of being startled, a hostile gaze pierced Canaan's face. He turned his head and met a pair of cold eyes in the crowd.