A purple crescent moon hangs high, casting down wisps of purple brilliance, like a purple curtain, giving the world a mysterious color.
In the purple light, a spire-topped white stone castle stands, majestic, majestic and rough.
On the balcony on the third floor of the castle, a black-haired boy stared blankly at the purple crescent moon in the night, with a bitter smile on his face.
He is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short black hair, a delicate face, and a little childishness, but his blue eyes have a depth that is different from that of a young man.
The breeze blew by, bringing a slight chill, and he couldn't help but shiver slightly, feeling a little cold.
Ta-ta-ta!
Behind him, there were rapid footsteps approaching. The black-haired boy looked back. Through the lights in the castle, he saw a girl wearing a black skirt and a white waistband.
The girl is tall and fair-skinned. She has brown hair tied up with a clip and a white bow on her head. This is a standard maid outfit.
She was holding a white feather cloak in her hand, with a hint of anxiety on her face. When she saw the black-haired boy on the balcony, she sighed softly and spoke.
"Master Gray, your injury has not healed yet, and you cannot blow the wind yet."
As she spoke, she stepped forward and thoughtfully put the white feather cloak on the black-haired boy.
When the girl's hand touched him, the black-haired boy's body tensed slightly, but relaxed again. He looked at the purple moon outside again and said.
"Go back now."
The girl immediately wanted to help the black-haired boy, but was stopped by the black-haired boy. He walked into the white stone passage and walked towards the brightly lit castle.
The boy's name is Gray Fergus, and he is the child of Viscount Fergus, the owner of this castle. Of course, this is his current identity. In fact, a few days ago he was an ordinary office worker.
It was a very ordinary night, no different from any other night after a busy day at work.
But when he woke up, he found that he was no longer in a small rental house, but in a spacious bedroom with a white down feather quilt. His body was no longer his, and he also had a strange memory. .
To be honest, he was a little excited about this mutation at first.
The son of a nobleman, served by maids, stretched out his hands for clothes, opened his mouth for food... How similar was this to the life he had imagined
However, after the initial excitement, he gradually became depressed. He missed his parents, his friends, and his mobile phone that could connect to the Internet at any time... Most importantly, he discovered that this sudden "easy life" may not be real. comfortable".
First of all, it is the identity of this Viscount as a "child".
In terms of marriage, this world is the same as medieval Europe, which implements strict monogamy. Even kings are no exception and will have many lovers at most.
But his current identity is that of an illegitimate son, which means that he is not the son of Viscount Fergus and his wife, but the son of Viscount Fergus and his lover.
In this world where the concept of monogamy is strict, although the status of an illegitimate child is not inferior to that of a servant, the treatment is definitely not good, at least it is incomparable with the children born by Viscount Fergus and his first wife.
In fact, in the past sixteen years, Viscount Fergus had basically paid little attention to his "son" and only brought him to the castle two months ago.
Secondly, he is now facing a "life crisis".
The original owner of the body was stabbed to death. Although the assassin had committed suicide by taking poison when he was caught, the mastermind behind the murder was not found out. In other words, there was a mastermind secretly watching his life.
Facing this kind of life crisis, even if he lives a life of being served by a beautiful maid, he has absolutely no intention of enjoying it, except for those who are very nervous, of course, but he is obviously not.
There is also the risk of being exposed.
In this world, there is a mysterious power called "blood power". The original owner of the body had practiced it before, and he was still very talented.
He started practicing at the age of fifteen. In just one year, he developed the "power of blood" and became a low-level blood warrior. Even the viscount father, who had always ignored him, took a new look and connected him to the castle.
However, it is not known whether it was because the original owner of the body was killed or because of inexplicable reasons that he traveled through time, this blood power disappeared.
Yes, he disappeared. In other words, he is now a "fake" low-level blood warrior.
It is conceivable that if the Viscount Fergus knew that his blood power had disappeared, how his attitude would change. He might be kicked out of the castle immediately, and the treatment might even be worse than coming to the castle.
Therefore, although his current life seems to be beautiful, with maids to serve him, and no worries about food and drink, in fact it is "perilous" and he may be kicked out of the castle or even lose his life at any time.
Pushing open the bedroom door, Gray walked into the bedroom.
In the spacious room of more than 20 square meters, the first thing that catches the eye is a row of long cabinets, which are divided into dress wardrobes, ordinary clothes wardrobes, and shoe cabinets.
Among them, the formal wardrobe contains two sets of dresses with beautiful feather decorations on the shoulders, the ordinary wardrobe contains five sets of daily clothes that are slightly simple but still can be seen to be of high quality, and the shoe cabinet contains three pairs of brand new leather boots.
These were all purchased after he came to the castle. Before he came to the castle, although he was not starving, he would never be able to wear such good clothes and boots. In fact, the beautiful personal maid who is following him now , which was also assigned to him when he came to the castle two months ago.
Against the wall of the room is a bed covered with white down feather quilts, making it easy for two or three people to sleep without looking crowded. There is a desk and armchair near the window.
There was an oil lamp covered with glass with an opening on the top of the desk, which was emitting soft light. Gray could see everything in the room because of this oil lamp.
There seemed to be some kind of spice added to the fat burning in the oil lamp, and a light incense filled the room.
"Brother, where have you been?"
Seeing Gray pushing in the door, a girl about fourteen years old wearing a white gauze skirt jumped down from the armchair next to the desk, ran towards Gray in three steps, and hugged him tightly. Gray's arm.
The girl has delicate features and fair and rosy skin. Like Gray, she has black hair and blue eyes. Because Gray has appeared, she has a look of relief on her face.
The girl's name was Sarah Fergus, and she was Gray's half-sister. Her black hair was inherited from their mother who died of depression, and her blue eyes were inherited from Viscount Fergus.
Like the original owner of the body, she was also connected to the castle by Viscount Fergus two months ago. Obviously, the reason why the other party was connected to the castle was probably because his half-brother was valued. reason.
After a slight hesitation, Gray stretched out his free hand, touched the girl's head, and said.
"Go to the balcony and get some fresh air."
Gray was a little uncomfortable being so close to a strange girl. Now he was no longer the girl's brother.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I just didn't see you, so I'm a little worried that you might encounter an assassin again!"
The girl Sarah shook her head and said.
"Don't worry, this is a castle, and assassins can't come in."
Gray comforted with a smile.
"But, they-"
Hearing Gray's comfort, the worried look on Sarah's face still did not fade away.
"Okay, don't worry, nothing will happen."
Gray directly interrupted the other person's last words, because some words cannot be said, especially in this castle.
At this time, his chest was still wrapped in gauze, and there was a dull pain, which was left by the assassin.
One strike was a cruel move. If it weren't for the timely protection of the Viscount's guards, he might not have had the chance to seize the body. After all, if the heart was pierced, he would still die even if he took the body.
He and Sarah both had speculations about the mastermind behind the "assassin".
In the past 15 years, the original owner of the body has lived outside the castle and has no guards around him, but he has not been assassinated once. But this time, he was assassinated as soon as he moved into the castle. Obviously, the assassination must be related to There is some connection to the original owner of the body moving into the castle.
When the original owner of the body moved into the castle, the most unhappy ones were naturally the Viscountess and his two brothers and one sister who were born to the Viscountess. According to his estimation, the mastermind behind this was probably one of these four people. Or all four are involved.
In other words, he is probably living with someone who wants to kill him, and is being watched with murderous eyes. When he thinks of this, he can't help but feel a trace of gloom in his heart.
He really couldn't think of a way to return to the original world. Even if there was one, it would never be accessible to the original owner of this body. After all, the original owner of the body was only the illegitimate son of a viscount.
Unable to find a way back, the only thing he could do was to survive in this world, and the mastermind behind the assassin obviously didn't want him to live.
He didn't know if he would have a chance to survive if he died again, but he definitely didn't want to risk it.
"We must recover from the injury as soon as possible, start practicing, and confirm whether the power of blood has really disappeared, or whether it has been temporarily hidden due to the injury."
Gray decided secretly in his heart.
Faced with this kind of crisis hidden in the dark, relying on the protection of the guards in the castle obviously cannot guarantee absolute safety. For now, the only way is to improve one's strength as soon as possible so that one can have the power to protect oneself.
Moreover, if it is the worst case scenario and his blood power has indeed disappeared, he must find a way to cultivate it again before Viscount Fergus notices it.
Viscount Fergus's favor is his only "protective umbrella" at present. If he loses it, his situation will be even more dangerous.
He may be driven out of the castle directly, and once he is kicked out of the castle, the mastermind hidden in the dark may easily seize the opportunity to kill him, so now he must not lose Viscount Fergus's " value".
(End of chapter)