A purple crescent moon hangs high, sprinkling wisps of purple light, like a purple curtain, giving the world a mysterious color.

In the purple light, a spire-topped white stone castle stands, majestic, and rough.

On the balcony of the third floor of the castle, a black-haired boy looked at the purple crescent moon in the night with a slightly stunned expression, with a bitter smile on his face.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short black hair, a pretty face, and a little tenderness, but his blue eyes showed a different depth than that of a young man.

The breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and it became a little cold.

Tattata!

Behind him, there were rapid footsteps approaching. The black-haired boy looked back and saw a girl wearing a black skirt and a white waist.

The girl is tall and fair-skinned, with brown hair tied up with clips, and a white bow on her head, which is a standard maid outfit.

She was holding a white feathered cloak in her hand, with a hint of anxiety on her face. When she saw the black-haired boy on the balcony, she let out a sigh of relief and spoke.

"Master Gray, your injuries have not healed yet, so you can't breathe."

As she said that, she had already walked forward and thoughtfully draped the white feathered cloak on the black-haired boy.

When the girl's hand touched him, the black-haired boy's body was slightly tense, but he relaxed again. He looked at Zi Yue outside and said.

"Let's go back now."

The girl immediately wanted to support the black-haired boy, but was stopped by the black-haired boy. He walked into the passage of Baishi and walked into the brightly lit castle.

The young man's name is Gray Fergus, who is the child of Viscount Fergus, the owner of the castle. Of course, this is his current identity. In fact, he was an ordinary office worker a few days ago.

It was a very ordinary night, a night that was no different from the previous busy day work.

But when he woke up, he found that he was no longer in the small rental house, but appeared in a spacious bedroom with a white down feather quilt. His body was no longer his own, and he also had a strange memory.

To be honest, he was a little excited at the beginning.

The nobles, the maids serve, the clothes come to reach out, and the food comes to open their mouths... How similar is this to the life he once fantasized about?

However, after the initial excitement, he gradually became depressed. He missed his parents, friends, and mobile phones that could be connected to the Internet at any time... Most importantly, he found that this sudden "comfortable life" might not necessarily be really "comfortable".

First of all, this viscount's identity as "children".

In marriage, the world, like medieval Europe, practiced strict monogamy. Even the king was no exception and would at most raise many lovers.

But his current identity is an illegitimate child, which means that he was not born to Viscount Fergus and his wife, but to Viscount Fergus and his lover.

In this world with strict monogamy concepts, although the status of an illegitimate child is not inferior to that of a servant, his treatment is absolutely not good, at least it is incomparable to the children born to Viscount Fergus and his wife.

In fact, Viscount Fergus has basically rarely asked about his "son" in the past sixteen years, 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 assassinated. Although the assassin had committed suicide by taking poison when he was caught, the mastermind behind the scenes was not found out, which means that there was a black hand in secret that was peeking at his life.

Faced with this life crisis, even if he lives a life of a beautiful maid, he is absolutely unwilling to enjoy it. Of course, except for the nervous people, but he is obviously not.

There is also the crisis of revealing the truth.

In this world, there is a mysterious power, called "blood power". The original owner of the body has practiced it and is also very talented.

He practiced at the age of fifteen, and in just one year he cultivated the "blood power" and became a lower blood warrior. He even let the Viscount's father, who had been ignoring him, look at him in a different way and connect him to the castle.

However, I don’t know whether it was because of the original owner of the body being killed or because of the inexplicable reason why he traveled through time, this blood power disappeared.

Yes, it disappeared, which means that he is now a "fake" lower blood warrior.

It is conceivable that if Viscount Fergus knew that his blood power had disappeared, his attitude towards him would change, and he might immediately drive him out of the castle, and he might even be treated worse than before.

Therefore, although his current life seems beautiful, with a maid serving him and no worries about food and drink, he is actually "risk everywhere" and may be driven out of the castle or even lost his life at any time.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Grey walked into the bedroom.

A spacious room of more than 20 square meters, the eye is a row of long cabinets, divided into dress wardrobes, ordinary clothes wardrobes, and shoe cabinets.

Among them, there are two sets of dresses decorated with beautiful feathers on the shoulders in the dress wardrobe. There are five sets of daily clothes with a slightly simple but still very good material in the dress wardrobe. There are three pairs of brand new leather boots in the shoe cabinet.

These were all purchased after he came to the castle. Although he was not hungry, he could never wear such good clothes and boots. In fact, the beautiful personal maid who was following him now was also assigned to him when he came to the castle two months ago.

The room is located against the wall with a white down feather quilt, and it is not crowded for two or three people to sleep. There is a desk and a chair against the window.

There was an oil lamp covered with glass on the top of the desk, emitting a soft light. Grey could see everything in the room because of this oil lamp.

Some kind of spice seemed to be added to the burning oil in the oil lamp, and a faint fragrance filled the room.

"Brother, where have you been?"

Seeing Grey pushing the door in, a girl about fourteen years old, wearing a white gauze dress, jumped down from the backrest chair next to the desk, ran towards Grey in two steps, and hugged one of Grey's arms tightly.

The girl has delicate facial features and white skin and red skin. Like Gray, she has black hair and blue eyes. Because Gray has appeared, she has a look of breath on her face.

The girl's name is Sarah Fergus, who is the sister of Gree's father and mother. Her black hair inherited from their depressed mother, while her blue eyes 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 father and mother-in-law were valued.

Hesitating a little, Gray stretched out his empty hand, touched the girl's head, and spoke.

"Go to the balcony and get breathable."

Gray was a little uncomfortable being so close to a strange girl. He is no longer the girl's brother.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just didn't see you. I'm a little worried, afraid that you will meet an assassin again!"

The girl Sarah shook her head and said.

"Don't worry, this is a castle, and the assassin cannot lurk in."

Gray smiled and comforted.

"But, they—"

Hearing Grey's comfort, the worry on Sara's face still did not fade.

"Okay, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Gray directly interrupted the other party's later words because some words could not be said, especially in this castle.

At this time, his chest was still covered with gauze, which was a vague pain, which was left by the assassin.

He was a ruthless move. If it weren't for the timely protection of the viscount's guards, he would probably not have the chance to take over the body. After all, if his heart was pierced, he would have died even if he took over the body.

He and Sarah have speculations about the black hand behind the "Assassin".

In the past 15 years, the original owner of the body lived outside the castle and had no guards around him, but he had not encountered assassination once. This time, he was immediately assassinated as soon as he moved into the castle. Obviously, the assassination must have some connection with the original owner of the body moving into the castle.

The most unpleasant thing about the original owner of the body moving into the castle was naturally the Viscountess, his two brothers and a sister born by the Viscountess. According to his estimate, the mastermind behind this scene is likely to be one of these four people or all four of them participated.

In other words, he is likely to be living with someone who wants to kill him now, and is being peeked at by the other party with murderous eyes. When he thinks of this, a trace of gloom arises in his heart.

He really couldn't imagine that even if there was one, it was definitely not something the original owner of this body could touch. After all, the original owner of the body was only the illegitimate son of a viscount.

The only way to go back is to survive in this world, and the mastermind behind the assassin obviously does not want him to live.

He didn't know if he died again, he would still have a chance to survive, but he definitely didn't want to take the risk.

"You must recover the injury as soon as possible and start practicing to confirm whether the blood power has really disappeared or whether it has temporarily hidden it because of the injury."

Gray decided in his heart.

Faced with this crisis hidden in the dark, relying on the protection of the guards in the castle, it is obvious that we cannot achieve absolute safety. For the sake of this, we can only improve our strength as soon as possible and give ourselves the ability to protect ourselves.

Moreover, if it is the worst case, his blood power has indeed disappeared, and he must find a way to practice it again, and practice it before Viscount Fergus noticed it.

Viscount Fergus values ​​his only "protective umbrella" at present. If it is lost, his situation will be even more dangerous.
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