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"You're awake."

The red-haired young man slowly woke up from his coma and heard a familiar voice. The middle-aged man who was reading turned to a new page without raising his head. The blonde girl curled up beside him, half of her body was covered with the quilt, most of her legs were hanging outside, and she was about to fall off the bed in her sleep.

Rambo reached out and pulled her up, tucking the quilt in.

This was a neatly furnished ward with only two beds. Rambo was lying on the left, and he was lying on the right. Mason was right next to the window. He turned his head and saw a white vase on the windowsill, with a bouquet of gorgeous flowers in it, swaying gracefully in the breeze.

The silk curtains are tied solemnly and elegantly on both sides. Through the spotless glass, you can see the garden outside. The seasonal flowers are blooming in the sun, colorful, harmonious and fresh.

In the warm atmosphere, the young man's eyes slid upwards and saw the rolling and wriggling fleshy clouds in the azure sky. The giant eyes covered with scales overlooked the land below, and when they found someone watching, they turned towards this side at a very fast speed. Mason adjusted his eyes in time and pretended that he did not notice His abnormality.

The physical gaze was firmly fixed on him, and after a long time, he slowly turned away. The sound of flipping a book could be heard behind him, and Rambo said, "I don't recommend you look up."

Mason looked back: "Can you see it?"

"I can't see it, but all brainworms share thoughts, so I know it all."

Shared thinking?

Since there was nothing to do, the red-haired young man simply turned around and faced the other party, asking curiously: "So what exactly is the brain worm bloodline?"

Rambo paused in mid-air while flipping the pages of the book. He raised his head and looked at Mason with a scrutinizing look: "I can answer your question, but you need to agree to one thing I ask."

"What?"

"Don't go back to the Central Region with Shaken."

Mason was stunned. He didn't expect this: "Why?"

"This is for your own good. Luo's bloodline is not a good thing. Although they don't get along well with the brain worms, we actually have the same purpose."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he stretched out his hand and made a dot in the air with his index finger.

"Brainworms are different from other bloodlines. They only strengthen the spirit and thinking. All brainworms have their own mental network and can link with others of the same kind. This is a family that transcends blood ties and social ties. As long as you have the bloodline of brainworms, you will become a member of the family."

"We assume that this dot is the original brainworm bloodline."

He drew it downwards, and a forked line extended from the dot, which then divided into two and four, four and eight... forming a dense net.

"This bloodline has the most powerful mental network. The bloodlines that extend from it continue to spread out and link their own networks together. All information is transmitted simultaneously on this network, so if one brainworm knows it, it means that all brainworms know it."

"Real brain worms can manipulate the information flowing on the Internet, but humans are just inferior copies, and it is difficult to eliminate unnecessary information interference. Therefore, those with brain worm bloodlines are carefully selected and must be cultivated from childhood in order to bear the huge amount of information flow."

"Later, the brainworm bloodline gathered together and became one of the most important bloodlines of the Twelve Round Table Council. They were assigned to the army in large numbers and became the brains of the army. But unfortunately..."

At this point, Rambo smiled meaningfully: "Due to this characteristic, we can rely on our own kind to share a large amount of contamination. But as long as any one is completely infected, it means the loss of an entire batch. Therefore, all brain worm bloodlines that may be contaminated will be transferred away from the battlefield."

Mason couldn't help but glance at the girl who was curled up beside him and sleeping soundly. Rambo didn't hide it, raised his hand to help the girl put the blonde hair sticking to her cheeks behind her ears, and frankly admitted the fact.

"Olih's pollution level was too high. Without me, she would have completely mutated the moment she used her ability, so I used the link and set her as my link target, and thus withdrew from the battlefield."

"As for why you are not allowed to get involved in the Luo family's affairs, it is because they are similar to brain worms, and the Luo family consciousness is placed in their blood."

"All the dead family members will return to the bodies of their descendants in a special way. When they reach a certain age, those with their blood will hear the voices of their elders. This makes the Luo family very united, not only because of the strong sense of honor brought by the ancestors, but also because as long as one person is still alive, the whole family will live."

"but..."

"That also creates a problem, their blood test confirmation ritual mortality rate is extremely high."

"No one can tolerate countless consciousnesses pouring into their body. At that moment, you will no longer be yourself, but a container for Luo. The spirits of all people create Luo's consciousness, and only the pure family bloodline can accommodate this consciousness. If you are not from their family, you will explode into a ball of blood."

"In the early years, due to the Luo family's strength and protection of their shortcomings, many people pretended to be their descendants, and their identities were once very exaggerated. From the illegitimate children of the family to the lost bloodline of the previous generations. Except for the lowest-level liars, all others were brought back to the family and a bloodline confirmation ceremony was held in the ancestral hall."

“All of them were killed.”

Bloody and bizarre scenes appeared before his eyes. To this day, he still remembers the uproar it caused at the time.

In order to prove the purity of their bloodline, many nobles were invited to attend the ceremony, but they only witnessed a horrific tragedy.

The scarlet liquid splashed on the door of the temple, staining the golden door bloody. The then head of the Luo family, Shaken's father, a powerful top-level bloodline, pushed open the door of the temple and announced that from now on, as long as anyone could walk out of this door alive, Luo would recognize the legitimacy of his bloodline.

That is what people call the Blood-Gold Gate, the easiest yet most difficult path to the Twelve Round Tables. Countless people have tried to deceive this vicious family, and no one knows where their corpses are buried.

Mason pulled the corner of his mouth and asked stiffly: "I have a question, if someone can tame the consciousness of that [Luo]..."

Rambo rejected it categorically: "This is impossible. If you want to tame Luo's consciousness, you must let all the dead and living in the family recognize you. But how can one person satisfy everyone?"

"Some people praise you for your nobility, while others regard you as hypocritical; some people like your bravery, while others think you are reckless and ignorant. If there is really someone who can be recognized by everyone in the Luo family——"

The pair of calm eyes looked at the young man in front of him, and his tone was quite meaningful: "Then he must be someone who meets all the preferences of the Luo family."

As descendants of a dynasty, Luo never regarded open and aboveboard majesty as a virtue.

You must be cunning and treacherous, you must be courageous and heroic, you must be cold-blooded and cruel, you must have a kind heart, you must be the noblest murderer, and the coldest protector.

They worship the glory of Roland Agger I, but everyone has a different understanding of him. Even if such a person is born, how can everyone obey his will?

Mason was quick to detect the difference in the other person's dialect. He immediately adjusted his attitude. The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't seem to believe me."

"I am only advising you based on my own understanding."

The brainworm replied calmly: "After knowing your identity, the Earl asked me to contact the family and apply to the Noble Association to find all the records about your identity. The result is very surprising——"

The Count had already started his investigation when he knew the other party's identity. Rambo deliberately dragged out the last word, and the man in front of him leaned back lazily, and it was unclear whether he was in full control or had given up, and his face always had a casual and frivolous look.

The middle-aged man regretfully failed to find anything unusual in his expression: "We did find it."

"From the documents provided by the temple, we found records about a priest named Canaan. He came from a mysterious place and was favored by many gods. Later, after resolving a disaster that caused the resurrection of an ancient god, he left on his own initiative. A human travel companion recorded his story."

At this moment, a page about the past was unfolded, hazily and softly revealing the legend he had created himself. The young man was in a trance for a moment, and the voice of the brain worm was still clearly heard in his ears.

"After this human died, the Moon God Church at the time found his travel notes while sorting out his relics and encrypted them for preservation. After comparing their features, we believe that he is most likely the living Canaan."

History is a river that cannot flow back.

But at this moment, he had gone upstream, and the footprints left by others who had walked with him did help him. In those scattered histories, he walked with them for such a short distance.

The world recognized their story.

The brainworm was unaware of the other's thoughts and was still reporting the results dutifully. There was certainly a reason why he was placed here instead of in a dedicated ward.

There is no employee more reliable than these intellectuals. Even when they are seriously injured, they still make people feel at ease. He arranged and collected a large amount of information in his mental network, looking for any hidden clues. Only after confirming the final answer did he slowly speak out his conclusion.

"With this record as support, we have tentatively recognized your identity. Although we have not found your record yet and do not know whether your identity is true. But Oleus, this time, we have decided to stand on your side."

Rambo stared into the dark golden eyes. "That's why we don't want you to leave with the Luo family. The power structure in the central region is complex and complicated, and this family is very ruthless and will take revenge. Once any problem occurs, it will cause a huge uproar."

"Even if you return successfully, not everyone will wish for Luo to be strong. Your power is great, but in this society, there are many poisonous snakes that devour beasts."

The other party snorted and laughed: "They have already taken a fancy to me, are they going to let me go suddenly?"

"The Earl will protect you." Rambo replied. "He has an old acquaintance with the Luo family, and they won't hold on to you forever. Well... maybe Shaken, who has seen your power, will be a little persistent, but don't worry, he is still too young."

"All the escape routes have been prepared. If I don't take them, it would be a great betrayal of your sincerity."

Oreius scratched his hair and said generously, "Happy cooperation?"

Rambo nodded in a friendly manner: "It's a pleasure to work with you. You are welcome to pass the test and officially join the Noble Association. When you recover, you can start to accept your first job."

The red-haired young man's mouth twitched slightly: "...Do you think this is a bit oppressive to the injured?"

"I don't think so. This is a problem caused by you, so you naturally need to deal with it."

The information that had already been recorded was deeply imprinted in his mind without any hesitation.

"Due to the repeated attacks by the Black Mist followers, the Earl must go to the central region to report. During this period, the territory must be guarded. You are powerful enough and have a portal that allows you to move quickly. You are the best candidate."

The young man had no choice but to agree. After solving the work issue, Rambo thought for a moment and added, "One more thing."

"What?"

"The child Amira saved has woken up, and the other children were sent to a special place after examination. Only she is still in the hospital because of her serious injuries."

He asked, "As the last person to see Amira, do you want to go see her?"