Who are you

"If you don't mind, you can come to my place tonight and rest. We can discuss your reward."

Amira made an invitation gesture, and Mason followed happily. The townspeople were transporting the wounded and checking the equipment, and when they saw the two bloodline members coming out, they bowed their heads in awe.

In the crowded crowd, Mason saw Lei's pale face. He stared straight at the city wall, met the eyes of the bloodline, and smiled very reluctantly.

At this point, the new recruit was the only one left alive in his team. As Amira said, this kind of thing happens everywhere. Mason looked at him with pity, but there was nothing he could do.

How can he help others when he is busy with his own affairs?

The giant snake, stripped of its armor, crouched on the ground and regained its composure. Mason followed Amira back to his residence, passing through the noisy crowd.

This is the best one in the center of town. The white walls are spotless, the light brown roof is covered with vines, and there are lush plants around it, which looks quite pleasing to the eye. Amira invited Mason to sit in the living room. A warm fire was lit in the stove, creating a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere.

"Would you like some wine, tea, or coffee?"

"If there is any good wine, that would be great."

"Of course, this is my treasure."

Amelia reached out, and the vines above his head drooped down. He brought a wooden tray with a wine pot and wine glasses and placed it on the small table, and then he poured wine for them considerately.

"Thank you again for your help. I am not good at fighting, and the usual guard work is done by the snake. The [Phantom Spider] that came this time could not be detected by it, so this loophole occurred."

"According to the rules of the Noble Association, I can give you 200 rubles or three opportunities to ask questions."

"Thank you for your tolerance, my friend."

The red-haired man curled his lips. It was obvious that he was not used to the aristocratic accent, but the lazy tone he imitated was enough to make all women's hearts flutter. His honey-colored skin looked wild under the light, and his voice sounded like honey.

"I heard that Viscount Cross is about to be stripped of his territory. His territory is overrun with monsters and will soon become a desperate place where ordinary people cannot survive. The Earl is very angry about this. What do you know about this?"

"It depends on how much you want to know. Mr. and Mrs. Cross have only one son, but because his mother was on the battlefield fighting the Black Mist at the time, the child was severely contaminated when he was born. Mr. and Mrs. Cross paid a great price to keep him alive, but the price is limited. Time is running out, and they are desperate to find a new price, which is why they ignore the territory."

Because they will soon be too late.

Mason raised his eyebrows: "What's the price?"

"I'm not sure. But..."

Amira was silent for a moment, and his voice softened. Mason saw a strong, real fear in his eyes. It was as if he was walking past a huge, breathing creature and was afraid of accidentally startling it. Amira answered with a fearful attitude.

"It is said that they made a deal with the being in the black mist."

——Black fog.

The source of pollution, the nest of monsters. The original owner's parents actually made a deal with the things in there for the original owner?

The young man's eyes were deep, and he seemed to think for a moment before asking the last question.

"How can I keep the title of Mr. and Mrs. Cross?"

"You are a smart person and you really care about them. Are you their relative?"

Amira said jokingly, "If you continue to ask yourself about the Black Mist, then unfortunately, you will only get answers that I don't know. But if you ask me how to keep their titles, I can provide you with some help."

"There are two ways. First, clear out all the monsters in the territory. As long as there are no problems in the territory, the Earl will not deprive them of their titles. This is clearly stipulated in the requirements of the Noble Association."

"Second, if you can obtain the noble order from the Earl, it will be easy to keep your title. You can even get the support of the bloodline people to help you eliminate the monsters."

"The Earl's territory is some distance from here. If you need it, I can lend you a carriage."

He doesn't mind providing a little help to outstanding bloodline people and building a good relationship. Viscount Houde will also give him some rewards. This is a win-win deal for both parties.

Amira gave the young man plenty of time to think. Mason took a sip of the wine, which was soft and smooth with a faint kumquat aroma, and tasted quite good.

"Thank you for your help. I can't wait to meet the Count. I wonder what kind of person he is?"

"Earl Yaan is a respected and powerful bloodline. His bloodline is the human-faced eagle, so he has extremely sharp judgment and is ruthless at work. However, he never spares any effort for outstanding young people. There are twelve viscounts under him. If you perform well enough, you may become the thirteenth."

Amira briefly introduced the earl. The Falcon is an A-level monster, and the most terrifying thing about it is its ability to see into other people's minds. As its bloodline, Yaan is fair and cruel, and only employs the most virtuous people. He hates subordinates with low work ability.

Mason's mouth twitched unconsciously.

He could almost foresee how his parents were a thorn in the earl's side. Such a workaholic boss and an employee who was too distracted by his son were a perfect match.

The fact that he waited until now to be stripped of his title might have been a reflection of his great endurance. After all, your superiors would never focus on your family situation.

It was already dark outside the window. After a brief chat, the Bloodline Man stood up and said goodbye. Amira asked the vine to lead him to the guest room, where he had a good sleep.

The next morning, the two of them enjoyed breakfast together. Amira asked someone to prepare a carriage and asked Lei, whom Mason knew, to drive him to the earldom. The moment he stepped out of the door, Mason glanced at the sky obscurely.

The scaly sun looked down at the earth, and the pupils standing upright could be vaguely seen. At the moment of staring at each other, Mason suddenly heard the phantom sound of flesh and blood moving in his ears, and the skin under his clothes began to move on its own.

He quickly looked away, thinking that this alien world was really fucking dangerous. Mason even envied the ordinary people around him, at least he could hear them talking about how the sun was strong today and it was suitable for drying clothes...

Ignorance is the most wonderful quality in the world!

Lei, who possessed the finest qualities in the world, changed into a clean cloth, and the loss from last night was no longer visible on his face. His recovery speed was abnormally fast.

He sat in front of the carriage and smiled at Mason: "Lady Amira has told me, so don't worry, Lord Oreius, I will definitely send you to the Earldom safely!"

Mason patted him on the shoulder cheerfully and got into the car, out of the sun.

Fortunately, the two horses pulling the carriage looked normal, and the trip to the other world even had a lively and cheerful outing. The carriage galloped along the road, and Mason opened the curtains, watching the town being left behind, and what greeted them was the endless wilderness and forest.

Mason looked at the green fields and asked casually, "Lei, do you know anything about the Bloodline?"

Lei cracked his whip and answered casually: "I still know a little bit. After all, who hasn't thought about becoming a bloodline person?"

"Oh? Then tell me in detail what you know. If you tell me everything, I will buy you a drink."

The man in the carriage raised his voice, which seemed to be a bit joking. Lei's eyes lit up when he heard that there was wine to drink, thinking that this was a test from the other party out of boredom: "No problem! Then you must do what you say, Lord Orelius!"

Mason secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and calmed down to listen to the information. He had to make up for his lessons before going to see the count.

The so-called bloodline people are those who have been contaminated by the black mist, have not been mutated or died, and have mastered special abilities.

All bloodlines come from creatures in the black mist, so it can be said that bloodlines and monsters have the same end point, both of which are F to SSS grades. All bloodline people may lose control and become monsters due to absorbing too much pollution, which is why the number of bloodline people is so scarce.

There are two ways for powerful bloodline people to become powerful: join the church, become a clergyman, and obtain a more stable promotion channel. Or join the noble association, become a noble, and enhance your strength through territory.

Because of the uncontrollable nature of contamination, there are so many types of bloodline people, which is why Mason was able to get away with it without knowing anything before. He thought to himself that he was really lucky. Amira probably thought he was from a bloodline she had never seen before and was too embarrassed to ask about it. If he was really asked to explain everything, he would be speechless.

He is not a bloodline, but a blessing called [Holy Weapon]. As long as you drip your blood on something, it can be specialized into a powerful weapon. The stronger the ability, the greater the blood consumption. Except for the easy anemia, there are no other problems.

The curse is a bit troublesome, but it is much better than the pollution of the black mist.

In those days, riding in a carriage was tiring and Mason simply fell asleep. When Ley woke him up, it was already dark outside. After a day's journey, they finally arrived at their destination.

Mason got out of the car and saw the scene in front of him, with strong admiration in his eyes.

The earl's territory is a city.

This is a magnificent steel city. It covers a large area, with canals dug around it. People leading livestock and carrying loads are walking back and forth on wooden bridges pulled by iron chains. A team of armored soldiers are checking the gate. Behind them are two huge stone statues of beasts, with wings spread out, fangs exposed, and lifelike. But when Mason walked under the stone statues, he felt a passing gaze.

This doesn't look like anything ordinary.

Lei escorted him to the door and left. Mason lined up, and when it was his turn, the soldier asked expressionlessly: "Name, identity, and what are you doing here?"

The red-haired young man raised his head, revealing a pair of dark golden eyes that were full of interest. His clothes were not expensive, but his face made him look classy.

"Orelius, the Bloodline. I'm here to see the Count."

The soldiers' faces changed slightly, and they exchanged glances. The captain of the team came over, and he was also a bloodline. He motioned Mason and him to go to the other side to avoid affecting ordinary people.

"What is your bloodline? What are you doing here, Lord Earl? We need to register. People with foreign bloodlines must also obtain entry and exit permits."

"The proof of entry and exit is fine, as for the ability and purpose..."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then gave them an almost lazy smile: "I'm here to ask the Earl to issue a noble order. Can you recommend someone for me?"

What a courage!

The soldiers exchanged glances and quietly surrounded him. The captain coldly refused: "The Earl is very busy and will not meet with anyone without an appointment. Moreover, the noble order is very special and not something that anyone can take away. I have never seen you under the command of the viscounts. What is your purpose?"

"Hey, don't make me look like a criminal."

The red-haired young man took a step back and seemingly casually supported the stone statue next to him. Scarlet blood spread in an instant, and the next second, the sleeping stone statue suddenly opened its eyes.

It spread its rugged wings, and gradually covered itself with gorgeous golden feathers in full view of the crowd. It was like a hunter born from the ancient times, and its cold eyes were tinged with the warmth of a living creature. In front of it, the crowd was completely silent. It turned out that fear would not cause chaos, because everyone was trembling like lambs, fearing that they would be chosen as unfortunate prey.

The golden beast let out a deep roar, jumped off the platform, ignored the crowd and prostrated himself at the feet of his master. The captain of the soldiers could not help but take a step back. He was a bloodline man, but he knew his own weight. Compared with the guardian beast at the door, he couldn't even fight it out!

The young man leisurely raised his hand and touched the giant beast's head, still smiling in a good-natured manner. He had no weapons on him, but as long as he was here, he was already the sharpest weapon. Whether it was a sword or a puppet, they would surrender as long as he was willing. He asked slowly and gently.

"Can I see him now?"