Wild cat

In the hospital in Ya'an city.

In early autumn, the bricks of this hospital sprouted. Lush vines climbed all over the corridors and rooms, blooming with translucent flowers, and everyone who passed by them instinctively felt happy.

If there are people with bloodlines that are extremely sensitive to pollution, they will find that these flowers are absorbing the pollution in this place and gathering it somewhere. Then they transform it into gentle power fluctuations to heal people's bodies and minds.

The young man who was inspecting the ward suddenly stopped, and the nurse who was leading the way stopped subconsciously: "Mr. Canaan, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

A pleasant voice answered her, with extreme friendliness. Just hearing it made her think that the owner must be a good person. And when she really saw the face, she realized that the other person did not disappoint her imagination.

He wore a bowler hat and grey robe, which was a doctor's uniform, and his ocean-blue eyes were clear and pure. His temperament was very gentle, but it permeated every aspect of him, forming a very harmonious aura.

Central air conditioning in short, gentle and handsome, he is the model of the scumbag in the novel. But once you see him, you will be confused.

The young nurse fell into the trap accurately and looked worried: "Do you want to take a rest? You saved the entire city of Ya'an, and then you came to the hospital to continue treating patients right after the rescue. You must be very tired."

"No, there are still many people who have not received treatment. I can't rest until then."

Mason shook his head, his face glowing with righteousness. According to his next plan, Canaan will stay in Ya'an City for a while and win the favor of Ya'an City through post-clearance work. After the cleanup of Oreus is completed, he will use the excuse of going there to treat the original body.

"Mr. Canaan..."

The man's carefully thought-out words were quite misleading. The young nurse was immediately moved by the adult's sweet words (and perhaps his face). The patients who had poked their heads out of the ward to eavesdrop were also moved.

After saving Ya'an City, this bloodline member who was good-looking and gentle and took the initiative to join the post-disaster rescue work has become one of the most popular people in Ya'an City. Before Canaan could react, they ran out of the ward, surrounded him in the middle, and greeted him warmly.

"Mr. Canaan, are you overworked? I have some fresh fruits here, please try them."

The person next to him was not to be outdone: "Mr. Canaan, I have some biscuits here..."

"Mr. Canaan, I have cake here!"

"Mr. Canaan..."

If a person is equivalent to a duck, then he is now surrounded by at least a thousand ducks. Mason's head was buzzing as he listened to the ducks circling around him. He couldn't tell who was who, so he answered one by one.

"I'm not feeling unwell, nor am I overworked. Thank you for your concern. There's no need to bring food, just keep it for yourselves. Don't worry about me, go home and take care of yourselves..."

"Everyone, go back! It's too noisy!" Mason persuaded them earnestly, and finally persuaded them to go back after collecting a lot of things.

Fruits, milk, cookies, snacks... For ordinary people, these are already small luxuries. Mason had the illusion that it was a celebrity handshake meeting.

Oreius should be mentioned here. After receiving the special order, the swordsman went back to sleep. So far, the number of people who came to see him is: 0.

After finally persuading everyone to go back, Mason turned around and found that the nurse was looking at him with starry eyes. The passive effect was triggered again: "As expected of Mr. Canaan, gentle and powerful..."

Seeing that the other party was about to fall into the star-chasing state, Mason hurriedly spoke out to stop her. It was the first time for him to know that being popular could actually become a kind of trouble, so that when he wanted to walk alone, the abandoned look of the little nurse almost pierced his back. But Mason, who was careless, acted decisively according to the plan, walked around the hospital alone, and set up some traps for induction.

This vest has no offensive power, so in order to be informed in time when problems arise, preparations must be made in advance. The young man reached out and touched the outer wall of the hospital. Small flower vines grew along the wall and bloomed in the wind. Each flower faithfully transmitted all the information to him, ensuring that not a single fly would be missed.

Mason finished the inspection with satisfaction and was about to leave when he saw a little girl appear at the intersection. She was only wearing a thin skirt and her hair was askew. When she saw Canaan's face, she was obviously stunned.

"...Mr. Canaan...?"

She cried out uncertainly, and then showed surprising life.

"It's really you! I've always wanted to thank you for saving me, but I never had the chance to talk to you..."

"Why are you here alone?"

Mason smiled habitually, and he was getting more and more proficient at it now. When asked, the little girl's eyes darkened: "My father is seriously injured... My two brothers and mother are also in the hospital. I am the only one who can take care of them..."

Even if the bloodline people tried their best to restrain themselves, they were inevitably injured. The girl's family was undoubtedly the unfortunate ones. The silver-haired priest leaned over and looked into her eyes, and asked softly, "What's your name?"

"My name is Elena!"

"Don't worry, Elena, do you want them to get better?"

Elena nodded vigorously. Canaan broke off a small flower from the wall and pinned it on her collar: "Take it back to your family. They will be fine."

"Thank you, Mr. Canaan!"

Elena's eyes widened in disbelief. She knew the priest was very busy and popular, and many people came here just to see him. The girl, who was busy taking care of her family, had not been able to personally express her gratitude to him. Now, not only did she talk to Mr. Canaan, but she could also help her family get better!

The girl couldn't wait to run to the hospital, but after taking a few steps back, she couldn't help but look behind her.

The beautiful and holy servant of God stood in the midst of the petals flying all over the sky, still staring at her back. The wind blew up her long silver hair, which seemed to be glowing. This scene was like a brand, deeply imprinted in her heart.

Even she herself didn't notice that she had a very bright smile on her face.

…

At three o'clock in the morning, a dark shadow flashed through the Earl's Palace.

The intruder was skilled, decisive, and ruthless... and stole a leftover roast chicken from the kitchen.

Rex, who couldn't sleep and was out for a stroll, couldn't believe his eyes. He opened his mouth wide and almost thought he was dreaming. But it hurt a lot after pinching himself. Rex followed him as if he was sleepwalking. He climbed onto the roof and saw the red-haired young man on the roof. When he saw Rex coming up, he waved and greeted him familiarly: "Good evening, are you hungry too? Do you want me to share your legs?"

Ricks's voice was like a ghost: "No, I've eaten."

The other person really said "Oh", the cold roast chicken was a bit greasy, but he ate it with gusto. Ricks stared at the other person with a strange look on his face, until the young man swallowed the chicken in his mouth in confusion: "Why are you looking at me?"

"I just find it a little unbelievable. Why don't you ask the servant to bring you dinner?"

"They are all asleep," Orelius replied confidently. "I can't ask them to get up and cook for me."

Ricks answered very naturally: "If you want, you can eat anything now. They still have to worry about whether it suits your appetite."

Oreius shook his head repeatedly. He still held very simple values ​​at present: "Forget it. If I do this, they might be punished for not serving their guests well."

This unexpected answer made Ricks stunned for a moment, and he even doubted his ears. He looked at the other party in surprise, as if he was looking at another creature.

The desires of the bloodline people are numerous. Rex has seen people who need beautiful women to warm their beds every day, people who love money like their lives, and people who like to kill and set fires, but he has never seen anyone who comes out in the middle of the night to steal roast chickens and is so considerate of the servants.

He ate very carefully, even to the point of being pathetic. He sucked every bone until not a single shred of flesh was left, and even sucked the grease off his fingers clean, as if it would be shameful to waste even a bit.

The sharp contrast with his first impression made Ricks feel confused, especially after he had read the report from the hospital monitor. Ricks thought about it and couldn't help but speak.

"Do you know that Canaan is a very popular figure now? How many people are worried about him when he sneezes? The whole hospital is hungry to send him things, and some people even give him money just to talk to him..."

Good man, little brother, are you here to defend me? Since they are all his own aliases, Mason added without hesitation: "Then you haven't seen what he was like before. Canaan is born to be extremely likable, which is not entirely a good thing. But people who like him will become... very happy."

"Sometimes I wonder if he is actually human. He never cries or gets angry. He always has the same expression on his face. We love to tease him to change his expression, but he never falls for it..."

But he is obviously very cold to one person, and that person is you.

Facing Oleius's enthusiastic recollection of the past, Rex was obviously choked, and his eyes revealed a bit of disappointment: "Don't forget, he was so popular because he saved Ya'an City, and you also saved this city. You even helped them kill the worm queen and did more..."

"When he was being admired and treated as a hero, you were like..."

...like a wild cat.

This thought suddenly popped into the man's mind. At such a close distance, he realized that the other person's face was very pale, and even on the honey-colored skin, an unusual paleness could be seen. The young man's lips were bloodless, revealing an abnormal morbidity. Even when he was talking, his eyes were always on the food.

He is really hungry.

Ricks realized this vaguely, and then he understood why the other party was hungry - because he had lost too much blood.

Even as someone who was rescued by the other party, Rex had to admit that he had a certain degree of fear of the man in front of him. He was too strong, so strong that it would be tiring if people ignored him.

The man in front of him had not rested since they met. He had slaughtered an entire territory of the Worm Queen for people, and killed many evil believers in the city. Every bullet was soaked in his blood, and his clothes were stained black and red. Every inch of his skin had healed and cracked, and the center of his broken ribs was dirty and red, with bone stumps.

Everyone feared him, and he had the power to live the best life possible, but he woke up in the night and secretly took a leftover chicken from the kitchen for himself, just to avoid disturbing the servants.

Just like a stray cat, when it is thirsty or hungry, it just licks its paw wounds and passes the time, not caring at all whether it hurts or whether it will die. This person who looks extremely arrogant and domineering actually lives a very simple life.

This is too absurd... so absurd that Ricks couldn't laugh. He asked inexplicably: "Even if you have eternal life, will you feel pain when you are hurt?"

Mason couldn't understand why the child was acting so strangely today, but he still corrected the other person's misconception: "You seem to have misunderstood one thing. Although I have eternal life, it doesn't mean I won't die. I feel pain when I bleed, I have to eat when I'm hungry, and I will die if I get a fatal injury that can't be cured."

"Now I am just a human who has lived longer than you. The only difference between us is..."

Of course this was nonsense. How long this vest could live depended on when the curse could be triggered. Mason swore to heaven that he would never live to a normal human age. But he still pretended to be a little sad.

"I have made more mistakes than you have, and there is no chance of making amends."

The faint sadness was as vague as mist, but it was so infectious that it made people feel suffocated. Rex wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say after opening his mouth. He watched the other party eat the chicken carefully, until it was shiny. His mouth suddenly felt bitter: "Orelius——"

A strong impulse surged up, and he didn't use any honorifics, but sounded rather distressed: "How did you end up like this?"

How did a righteous swordsman end up being hated by everyone, his best friends turned against him, and he had no relatives at all. The only person who cared about him was a stranger he had only known for a while. And how did he change from the so-called guardian of the world tree to this... into such a bloody killer? But even so, looking at the young man in front of him, Rex still felt that he might be a scary monster, but he was not a bad person.

Hearing his question, Orelius actually stopped and thought about it seriously.

His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and Rex saw that it was a very beautiful dark gold color, like a hazy river of light surging with mist, and it looked much softer than in the daytime.

"Is there anything you would do even if it took you a lifetime to do it?"

Rex's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his mouth awkwardly. Is there? Of course there is. Or who wouldn't have it in this world shrouded in black mist?

Regret has always been the main theme of the world, and under pollution, there are many things that cannot be saved.

Silence enveloped them like snow. The wind blew softly over the eaves of the Earl's mansion. Aurelius looked up at the wriggling fleshy clouds. The pupils of the moon were very evil, but they still shed light on the world. The expression on that face was dazed for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and laughed wantonly.

Rex could almost imagine from this smile how young and frivolous he had been. He was a swordsman who had just started to wander, with a broad mind and high spirits. The world was so big, it was all in the dreams and feet of young people.

He just smiled and looked into the distance, holding a gnawed chicken leg bone in his hand, and his voice contained many stories.

"I have too. So I ended up like this because I was willing to do it. But even if it happened again and I was told it would end like this... I would still do it."

"Many people say this is stubbornness, I call it destiny."