Divine Blood Warrior

A purple crescent moon hangs high, sprinkling strands of purple brilliance, just like a purple curtain, rendering the world a mysterious color.

In the purple light, a sharp white stone castle stands tall, vigorous, atmospheric and rough.

On the balcony on the third floor of the castle, a young man with black hair looked at the purple crescent moon in the night, with a bitter smile on his face.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short black hair, a beautiful face and a little childish, but his blue eyes showed a different depth from the young people.

The breeze blew and brought a trace of coolness. He couldn't help shivering and was a little cold.

Da Da!

Behind him, there was a rapid sound of footsteps approaching. The black haired boy looked back. By the light in the castle, he saw a girl wearing a black skirt and a white waistband.

The girl is tall, fair skinned, with a curled brown hair fixed with a clip, and a white bow on her head. This is a standard Maid Dress.

With a white feather cloak in her hand and a trace of anxiety on her face, she gasped and said when she saw the black haired boy on the balcony.

"Master gray, your injury hasn't healed yet. You can't blow the hair."

As she spoke, she had come 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 tightened slightly, but relaxed again. He looked at the purple moon outside and said.

"Go back now."

The girl immediately wanted to help the black haired boy, but he was stopped by the black haired boy. He walked into the passage of white stone and walked towards the brightly lit castle.

The boy's name is gray Fergus. He 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's an ordinary night, no different from the night after busy day work.

But when he woke up, he found that he was no longer in the small rental house, but in a spacious bedroom with a white feather quilt, and his body was no longer his own. At the same time, there was a strange memory.

To be honest, he was a little excited about this mutation at first.

Noble children, maids, clothes, meals... How similar is this to the life he once dreamed of?

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

First of all, it is the Viscount's "child" identity.

In terms of marriage, the world, like medieval Europe, implements strict monogamy. Even the king is no exception. He can raise many lovers at most.

His current status is an illegitimate son, that is to say, he was not born by Viscount Fergus and his wife, but by Viscount Fergus and his lover.

In this highly monogamous world, although the identity of illegitimate children is not inferior to that of servants, the treatment is definitely not good, at least it can not be compared with the children born by Viscount Fergus and his wife.

In fact, in the past 16 years, viscount Fergus has rarely asked about his "son", and only two months ago he took him to the castle.

Secondly, he is now facing a "life crisis".

The original owner of the body was stabbed and killed. Although the assassin had taken poison and committed suicide when he was caught, the man behind the scenes was not found, that is to say, there was a black hand peeping at his life.

In the face of this life crisis, even if he lives a life served by a beautiful maid, he has absolutely no intention to enjoy it. Of course, except for the nervous people, but he is obviously not.

There is also a crisis of disclosure.

In this world, there is a mysterious power, which is called "the power of blood". The original owner of the body has practiced it, and he has little talent.

At the age of 15, he cultivated the "power of blood" and became the next blood warrior in only one year. Even the Viscount father who had been indifferent to him looked at him differently and connected him to the castle.

However, I don't know whether it was because the original owner of the body was killed or because of the inexplicable reason he passed through, this blood power disappeared.

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

It can be imagined that if the Viscount Fergus knew that his blood power had disappeared, his attitude towards him would change. He might be driven out of the castle immediately, and his treatment might even be worse than coming to the castle.

Therefore, his present life, although seemingly beautiful, served by a maid and free from worry about food and drink, is actually "in danger", and he may be driven out of the castle or even lose his life at any time.

Push open the bedroom door and gray enters the bedroom.

In the spacious room of more than 20 square meters, what catches the eye is a row of long cabinets, which are divided into dress wardrobe, ordinary clothes wardrobe and shoe wardrobe.

Among them, there are two sets of dresses decorated with beautiful feathers on the shoulders in the dress wardrobe, five sets of daily clothes that are slightly simple but still can be seen in the ordinary wardrobe, and three pairs of brand-new leather boots in the shoe cabinet.

These were bought by him after he came to the castle. Before he came to the castle, although he was not hungry, he could never wear such good clothes and boots. In fact, the beautiful maid who followed him now was also assigned to him when he came to the castle two months ago.

The room near the wall is covered with white feather quilts, and two or three people don't seem crowded. Near the window, there is a desk and armchair.

Above the desk, there was an oil lamp shrouded in the top opening glass, which was emitting soft light. Gray could see everything in the room because of this oil lamp.

The oil burning in the oil lamp seems to have added some spices, and a faint incense is filled in the room.

"Brother, where have you been?"

Seeing gray who pushed the door in, a girl about 14 years old in a white gauze skirt jumped down from the armchair next to the desk, ran towards gray step by step and hugged Gray's arm tightly.

The girl's facial features are exquisite, her skin is white and red. Like gray, she has black hair and blue eyes. Because gray has appeared, her face shows a light breath.

The girl's name is Sarah Fergus. She is the sister of Gray's father and mother. Black hair is inherited from their depressed mother, and blue eye is inherited from Viscount Fergus.

Like the original owner of the body, she was connected to the castle by Viscount Fergus two months ago. Obviously, the reason why the other party was connected to the castle is probably because his same father and mother brother was valued.

After a little hesitation, gray stretched out his empty hand, touched the girl's head and said.

"Go to the balcony and get some air."

Being so close to a strange girl, gray is a little uncomfortable. Now he is no longer the girl's brother.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I just didn't see you. I'm a little worried. I'm afraid you'll meet an assassin again!"

The girl Sarah shook her head and said.

"Don't worry, this is a castle. Assassins can't lurk in."

Gray smiled and comforted.

"But they --"

Hearing Gray's comfort, Sarah's worried face still didn't subside.

"Well, don't worry, it'll be fine."

Gray directly interrupted the other party's words behind, because some words can't be said, especially in this castle.

At this time, his chest was still wrapped in gauze, with a faint pain, which was left by the assassin.

One hand is a cruel hand. If it were not for the timely protection of the Viscount's guard, he might not have had a chance to take away the body. After all, if his heart was pierced, he would die even if he took it away.

He and Sarah both have guesses 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 never encountered assassination. This time, he was assassinated immediately after he moved into the castle. Obviously, the assassination must have some connection with the original owner of the body moving into the castle.

When the original owner of the body moved into the castle, the most unpleasant thing was naturally the viscount and his two brothers and a sister born by the viscount. According to his estimation, the behind the scenes culprit was probably one or all of the four.

In other words, he is probably living with people who want to kill himself. He is being peeped at by the other party with murderous eyes. At the thought of this, he can't help but have a haze in his heart.

He couldn't think of the way to return to the original world. Even if there were, it was by no means accessible to the original owner of the body. After all, the identity of the original owner of the body was only the illegitimate son of a viscount.

Unable to find a way back, the only thing we can do is to survive in this world, and the man behind the assassin obviously doesn't want him to live.

He didn't know whether he would have a chance to live if he died again, but he absolutely didn't want to take a risk.

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

Gray decided secretly.

In the face of this hidden crisis, relying on the protection of the guards in the castle obviously can not achieve absolute security. For today's plan, we can only improve our strength as soon as possible and let ourselves have the power of self-protection.

Moreover, in the worst case, his blood power has indeed disappeared. He must find a way to cultivate it again before Viscount Fergus notices it.

Viscount Fergus's value is his only "umbrella" at present. If he loses it, his situation will be more dangerous.

He may be driven out of the castle directly. Once he is driven out of the castle, the dark behind the scenes may easily catch the opportunity to kill him, so now he must not lose the "value" of viscount Fergus.