Chapter 12 - 51-59

Chapter 51

"Let's go to the lake!"

Gray said after some consideration. Twelve castle soldiers were still a little too few and couldn't guarantee absolute safety.

Only by meeting up with Viscount Fergus and the rest, as well as more castle soldiers, could he ensure that the Hanhu cub wouldn't be taken away again.

"Yes."

The twelve castle soldiers responded respectfully and protected Gray as they moved towards the lake.

However, they hadn't moved far when they bumped into five people. These five people were Viscount Fergus, Baron Ricardo, and the rest.

"Gray..."

Viscount Fergus breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Gray wasn't injured.

Bernal and Elise were both there and uninjured, but he didn't see Gray. He was rather worried and chased after Viscount Locke and the rest. On one hand, he hoped to recover the Hanhu cub, and on the other hand, he wanted to find Gray.

"Hanhu cub...? Young Master Gray, why is the Hanhu cub in your hands? "

Baron Ricardo's eyes were the sharpest. Even though Gray was surrounded by soldiers, he saw the Hanhu cub in Gray's hands at a glance and couldn't help but exclaim.

"What? The Hanhu cub is in Young Master Gray's hands?! "

"The Hanhu cub is in Gray's hands?!"

When the others heard this, they hurriedly looked at Gray.

"It's really the Hanhu cub!!!"

"Young Master Gray, why is the Hanhu cub in your hands?"

They saw that Gray was holding a small white cat-like animal in his left hand. If it wasn't the Hanhu cub from before, what else could it be?

Including Viscount Fergus, the eyes of the five of them were filled with intense joy.

Although they hadn't given up and were still chasing after Viscount Locke and the others, in their hearts, they already felt that the possibility of taking back the Hanhu cubs wasn't high.

After a series of battles, their stamina and Blood Force had been greatly depleted. Even if they managed to catch up, it would be difficult for them to retrieve the Hanhu cubs. As for the ordinary soldiers, their speed was limited. It was impossible for them to catch up to Viscount Locke and the others.

However, they did not expect that the Hanhu cub that they had almost no hope of getting back would actually appear in Gray's hands.

"Gray, what's going on?"

Viscount Fergus asked with a pleasantly surprised expression, as if he had just regained what he had lost.

"I snatched it from Morley Locke!"

Gray brushed it off with a single sentence. As for his own strength, he didn't want to say too much.

Because of the battle with Mo Lei, his strength had already been known by the Rock family. However, he still didn't want too many people to know. He was going to tell Viscount Fergus in detail when he returned to the castle.

"Let's go meet up with Bernal, Elise, and the others first."

Although Viscount Fergus had doubts in his heart, he obviously understood that it wasn't the right time to ask in detail.

Thus, the group hurriedly rushed towards the direction of the lake.

On the other hand, Viscount Locke and the others who had broken away from Fergus and the others quickly rushed towards the meeting place that they had previously discussed.

In order to avoid being caught up by Viscount Fergus and the others, they didn't move in a straight line. Instead, they moved in a zigzag arc. Because of this, they didn't meet up with Gray and the others who were rushing towards the lake.

Soon, they arrived at the rendezvous point and saw Mo Lei, who was dressed in black battle armor.

"Morley, how did you get hurt?"

Morley Locke's back was facing them, so the first thing they saw was not Morley Locke's empty hands, but the obvious wounds on his body.

Although the wounds weren't deep, it was obvious that they had cut through his battle suit, and there were even a few places. They couldn't help but wonder who injured Morley.

After all, Viscount Fergus and the others, and even Bernal, had already been stopped by them. Only Gray Fergus and Elise Fergus were left. With the speed of two low-ranked Blood Warriors, it would be difficult for them to catch up to Morley, let alone injure him.

Could it be that he was unlucky enough to run into the Fergus family's soldiers?

The few of them couldn't help but have such thoughts in their minds. At this time, Morley had already noticed the movement behind him and turned around to look behind him.

Then, the few of them, including Viscount Locke, couldn't help but stiffen. Morley's expression was ugly as he looked at his empty hands.

"Morley, where's the Hanhu cub?"

Viscount Locke asked in shock.

Even though he was extremely good at controlling his emotions, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of his emotions at this time. It was because he had a bad feeling in his heart.

In the face of Viscount Locke's loud question, Morley lowered his head in shame. After a while, he said with a pale face.

"Father, the Hanhu cub … has been stolen!"

"Who? Who stole it? Did you encounter the Fergus family's soldiers? "

Viscount Locke asked hurriedly.

From the timing of the robbery to intercepting Viscount Fergus and the others, allowing Morley to escape with the Hanhu cub, and using the plant manipulation to entangle Viscount Fergus and the others so that they could escape, it was all part of his plan.

And the discovery of the matter was indeed as he had calculated. Not only did he buy time for Morley to escape with the Hanhu cub, but he also retreated calmly. It could be said that everything was within his calculations.

But the only thing he didn't expect was that in the end, it was all for naught!

"No."

Morley's face was pale as he shook his head.

"Mo Lei, who was it that injured you and snatched away the Frost Tiger cub?"

Viscount Locke's eldest son, Alfred, also frowned and asked aloud.

"It's … Gray Fergus!"

Morley's eyes revealed a strong hatred.

"What, how could it be him? Isn't he only a low-level Blood Warrior? "

Alfred exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

Viscount Locke's face became gloomy as he looked at Morley and said.

"Mo Lei, what's going on?"

"That guy already has the strength of a middle-level Blood Warrior. I wasn't as fast as him and was stopped by him. In the end, he stole the Hanhu cub …"

Morley said with an extremely ugly expression.

"Middle-level Blood Warrior? Are you sure? "

Viscount Locke's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"I'm sure. I exchanged dozens of blows with him and didn't gain the slightest bit of advantage. That guy is definitely a middle-level Blood Warrior!"

Morley said with certainty.

"Less than two years, less than two years and he's already a middle-level Blood Warrior. Good, good Gray Fergus, good Fergus family!"

The expression in Viscount Locke's eyes was complicated. There was anger, deep fear, and at the same time, a trace of cold killing intent.

He was angry that he had lost the Hanhu cub, which he had already obtained, just like that.

He was afraid that such a "genius" had appeared in the Fergus family. Ten years later, the Rock family's days would not be easy. After all, they had already shed all pretense of cordiality today.

The killing intent was directed at Gray. When the Oliver family had tried to assassinate Gray, he had been observing. He was not as impatient as Viscount Oliver because his Rock family also had geniuses.

Now, he suddenly felt that even if his family also had geniuses, they might not be able to secure victory in the fight for the "Count's position".

"Father, this time we've offended the Fergus family so badly. Will the Fergus family start a territorial war like they did with the Oliver family?"

Alfred asked with a slightly worried expression.

"They wouldn't dare."

Viscount Locke shook his head.

"Although the Fergus family won the battle with the Oliver family last time, they also lost a lot of their strength. They definitely won't dare to start a territorial war rashly anymore!"

"Let's go. Although we didn't get the Hanhu cub, we've figured out Gray Fergus's potential. It can be said that we've gained something."

Viscount Locke had already restrained the anger on his face and regained his usual calmness. However, it was unknown whether his heart was still the same.

"Yes."

Chapter 52

Beside the lake, Hanhu's corpse was lying on the ground. Bernal and Elise each held a large pouch with a sharp beak.

If one looked closely, they would find that there were several strange and twisted runes on the surface of the pouch. At the same time, there was a small dark purple crystal embedded in the pouch. This was a rune item.

The two of them inserted the sharp beaks into the two largest wounds on Hanhu's body and stimulated the runes with a trace of blood energy. Then, a strange scene occurred.

Streams of dark red Hanhu's blood, without any force, strangely flowed into the pouch from the sharp beaks. The pouch, which was originally dry, slowly expanded due to the influx of blood.

"Damned Rock family. Not only did they steal Hanhu's cub, they also made us miss the time to collect Hanhu's blood."

Elise said with a face full of hatred.

Because the Rock family suddenly appeared and stole Hanhu's cub, they were unable to collect the blood the moment Hanhu's mother beast died. Conservatively speaking, at least half of the Hanhu's blood had been wasted.

That was the blood of a murderous level blood fiend. Even if it wasn't the blood of a wind wolf and the effects weren't as significant as the blood of a wind wolf, it would still be more than half. Losing half of it just like that, one could imagine how much he hated the Rock family.

"It is indeed a pity!"

Bernal frowned. It was a pity that Hanhu's blood had been wasted, but it was even more a pity that they had lost Hanhu's cub.

A Hanhu's cub, whose strength was comparable to a murderous level blood warrior, had been taken away by the Rock family just like that. He was really unwilling.

Especially since he had specially stationed himself at Goat Horn Village for more than half a month. Now, all of his efforts had been wasted.

After a short while, the two pouches were no longer able to absorb any blood from Hanhu's corpse. The two of them lifted the pouches and weighed them.

"I'm afraid there are only a hundred of them in total."

After weighing the two pouches, Bernal said with a frown.

"Damned Rock family!"

Elise couldn't help but curse again.

With Hanhu's huge body, there should be at least two hundred portions of blood in its body. Now, because of the Rock family, they could only collect about a hundred portions. One could imagine the hatred in his heart.

"Father and the others are back!"

A large number of footsteps approached. The two of them raised their heads and saw Viscount Fergus and the others returning.

"Gray is here as well. good!"

Seeing Gray in the group, Bernal breathed a sigh of relief.

He was envious of Hanhu's son's talent, but at the same time, he was unwilling to let him take away his right to inherit his title.

But he was was, he was still, was was's father's his's blood Hana..

"Hanhu, that guy won't die that easily!"

Elise's's's Dragon.

Towards Gray, he was more jealous and dissatisfied. He was jealous of Gray's talent and dissatisfied that Gray had stolen Viscount Fergus' love and care.

"Hmm, that is …?"

Suddenly, the two of them exclaimed at the same time. They looked in disbelief at the "thing" in Gray's hands.

It was a small white animal with black patterns mixed in. It was about the size of a cat. If it wasn't the Hanhu cub from before, what else could it be?

The two of them almost jogged over and looked carefully at the animal in Gray's hands. After confirming that it was the Hanhu cub, they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Father, you took back the Hanhu cub?!"

"I did, but I didn't take it back. It was Gray who took it back from Morley Locke."

Viscount Fergus was in a good mood and said with a smile.

"What, Gray took it back?"

Bernal's face was full of shock as he looked at Gray in a daze.

"What, he took it back?"

Elise's face was also full of disbelief. At this moment, she felt that Gray, who she used to hate no matter how she looked at him, suddenly became much more pleasing to the eye.

"We'll talk about the details when we get back. Take the Hanhu's corpse and we'll leave the Red Leaf Forest immediately and return to the castle."

Viscount Fergus ordered with a smile.

"Yes."

Everyone replied with smiles on their faces.

Although there were twists and turns along the way, the result was good. The Hanhu cub that was taken away was taken back.

More than a hundred cavalrymen protected the Hanhu cub and the corpse of the Hanhu mother as they returned in a mighty manner. They finally arrived at Fergus Castle in the evening.

There were no more robberies along the way.

They were already protected by more than a hundred cavalrymen, and there were also Viscount Fergus and Baron Ricardo among them. Even if there were only two or three Ferocious Blood Warriors, they wouldn't have the confidence to snatch the Hanhu cub from such a powerful lineup.

Because the sky was getting dark, Baron Ricardo and the other three took their leave after they arrived at the castle and finished their dinner.

When they left, they were in an extremely good mood because each of them was allocated ten portions of Hanhu's blood and fifty kilograms of Hanhu's flesh.

On the market, a portion of blood from a murderous level blood fiend could be sold for about fifty gold coins. Although there would be some fluctuations depending on the type of blood fiend, the overall fluctuations wouldn't be too great. Ten portions of Hanhu's blood were already worth five hundred gold coins.

As for Hanhu's flesh, although the price wasn't as high as Hanhu's blood, it could still be sold for two gold coins per kilogram. Based on this calculation, they had a total of six hundred gold coins in their account today.

Just one person and they had an income of six hundred gold coins in a day. No matter how one looked at it, this transaction was worth it.

In the evening, in the Purple Jade Hall.

The rune lamp above their heads spilled out a bright yellow light, illuminating the hall that was more than a hundred square meters as if it was daytime.

Around the circular wooden table, Viscount Fergus, Madame De Milan, and the five Gray siblings were all seated.

However, everyone couldn't help but look curiously at Gray. Even Madame De Milan, Caroline, and Sarah who didn't go to the Red Leaf Forest were the same.

They had already heard about what happened in the Red Leaf Forest. Like Viscount Fergus and the others, they were also filled with curiosity about how Gray took back the Hanhu cub.

"Ahem."

Viscount Fergus was the first to speak.

"Gray, as far as I know, Morley Locke should be a middle-level blood warrior now. How did you take back the Hanhu cub from his hands?"

Gray naturally knew that Viscount Fergus wasn't asking about the process of him taking back the Hanhu cub. Instead, he wanted to know how he made up for the gap in strength between him and Morley Locke and took back the Hanhu cub.

He carefully deliberated for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

"Because I'm already a middle-level blood warrior!"

When he took back the Hanhu cub, he revealed the strength of a middle-level blood warrior. The Rock family already knew that his strength had reached middle-level blood warrior, so there was no need to hide the fact that he was a middle-level blood warrior.

Moreover, he didn't intend to keep it a secret from Viscount Fergus. The reason why he didn't immediately tell Viscount Fergus was because he still hadn't figured out what kind of changes had happened to his body. He was still hesitating.

Even if today's incident hadn't happened, after a while, he should have told Viscount Fergus about his strength.

As the father of this body, Viscount Fergus wouldn't harm him, who had taken over this body. Of course, the most important thing was that cultivation required resources. Without the supply of resources, it would instead affect his cultivation progress. The gains wouldn't make up for the losses.

For example, when his strength reached the level of a Ferocious Blood Warrior, he would need to implant a higher-level blood beast bloodline and a higher-level blood technique. However, because Viscount Fergus didn't know about this, he couldn't provide these resources in time. This would cause his strength to stagnate, which obviously wasn't beneficial.

As for finding these resources himself, Gray felt that it was quite unbearable. Blood techniques were extremely confidential in any family. He didn't think that his luck would be so heaven-defying that he would be able to find a suitable blood technique for him to cultivate just by casually strolling around a street stall.

"What? You're already … a middle-level blood warrior? "

"How … is this possible?"

"How, how … is it so fast?"

…

Hearing Gray's unexpected but reasonable answer, the room was first silent for a long time before it exploded into a cacophony of exclamations.

Everyone in the room looked at Gray in disbelief.

Madame De Milan maintained a look of astonishment on her face, losing her usual elegance.

Caroline used her hand to cover her red lips in an unladylike manner, expressing the shock in her heart at this moment.

Sarah jumped up in surprise, her eyes filled with both shock and joy.

Bernal's mouth was agape as he stared at Gray in a daze, actually forgetting to close it.

Elise thought that she was hallucinating. Looking around, she saw shocked faces one after another.

Viscount Fergus appeared to be the calmest, but his slightly trembling hands exposed his current state of mind.

After taking a few deep breaths and forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, Viscount Fergus looked at Gray, his expression slightly embarrassed as he asked.

"Gray, are you sure you've really become a middle-level blood warrior? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

In his heart, he very much hoped that Gray had really become a middle-level blood warrior, but he was also a little worried that Gray might have made a mistake.

"There shouldn't be a mistake."

Gray nodded affirmatively.

"I've already started cultivating the fourth cycle of the blood technique, and the power of blood is much thicker than when I was a lower-level blood warrior."

"Then how many times can you continuously use the power of blood now?"

Viscount Fergus hurriedly asked.

"About ten times in a row."

Gray replied.

"Ten times? Good, very good, you're really a middle-level blood warrior now! "

Chapter 53

After a while, Viscount Fergus withdrew his smile and looked at Gray. His voice was both surprised and puzzled.

"But how did your strength increase so quickly? It hasn't even been a year since you became a lower-level Blood Warrior. "

"I'm not too sure myself."

Gray shook his head and mumbled.

"Since coming to the castle, especially after consuming the blood of the blood fiends, my strength has increased much faster than before."

Gray felt that the inexplicable "transformation" of his body had a lot to do with his transmigration. After all, before he occupied this body, this body did not have such a big reaction to consuming blood fiends' blood. Therefore, he chose to keep it to himself and did not say it out loud.

Viscount Fergus frowned and thought about the reason behind it. After a while, he came to a conclusion.

"It should be that before you came to the castle, you didn't have the blood of the blood fiends and your training conditions were too poor. Therefore, your training talent could not be fully stimulated."

This was the only explanation that could explain Gray's current situation.

"It seems that we have underestimated your talent before."

Viscount Fergus sighed slightly.

He suddenly felt a little regret. If he had known that Gray had such talent, he would have brought Gray to the castle to take care of him when he first started training.

Unfortunately, he did not do so at that time and wasted a year of Gray's time. If he had done so at that time, Gray might not be far from becoming an upper-level Blood Warrior by now.

"Father, we have indeed underestimated Gray's talent."

Hearing Viscount Fergus's sigh, the corners of Bernal's mouth curled into a wry smile.

Of all the people present, he was probably the one who felt it the most.

They were both middle-level Blood Warriors, but he was already a little over 22 years old, while Gray was not even 17 years old. Comparing the two, his talent could be said to be a complete loss.

Although he knew that he was not a genius, he did not expect the gap between him and Gray to be so large. The result of seven years of training was actually caught up by Gray in less than two years.

"Perhaps father was right to pass on the title to him!"

He couldn't help but think of the biggest conflict between himself and Gray.

If he were to inherit the title, it would not be a problem for him to keep his title and property. However, it was almost impossible for him to take the next step and claim the title of count in the Sidney Marquisdom.

With Gray's current talent, it was almost certain that he would become a Berserker. With the family's current accumulation of military merits, as long as he obtained some more military merits, he would immediately be able to bring the family to the position of count.

There was no doubt that having Gray inherit the title was the best choice for the family.

"This guy is already a middle-rank Blood Warrior?!"

Elise stared blankly at Gray.

He really did not want to believe that Gray was already a middle-level Blood Warrior. However, in the face of all kinds of evidence, he had no choice but to believe it.

Without the strength of a middle-rank Blood Warrior, Gray would never have been able to snatch the Hanhu cub from Morey Locke, who was already a middle-rank Blood Warrior.

Moreover, he could already practice blood techniques three times in a row and had already begun the fourth time. This was indeed a characteristic of a middle-rank Blood Warrior.

Being able to use blood energy about ten times in a row was also a characteristic of a middle-rank Blood Warrior.

He did not think that the other party would lie. After all, this kind of lie could be easily seen through.

"What a strong talent for cultivation!"

Caroline also looked at Gray with extreme surprise. Becoming a middle-rank Blood Warrior in two years was something that even a count's son with better cultivation conditions than the Fergus family might not be able to achieve.

This younger brother who had appeared out of nowhere had shattered everyone's understanding of his talent time and time again. Other aspects aside, just his talent for cultivation alone could already be described as "stunning".

She could not help but sympathize with her elder brother Bernal.

Regarding the battle for the title between Bernal and Gray, she naturally favored Bernal. After all, he was the elder brother of the same father and mother, and would definitely be closer to him than Gray, the younger brother of the same father but different mothers.

But now, she really did not think highly of her elder brother. It was too difficult to fight for the right to inherit the title with such a person.

"Brother, you're too amazing!"

Compared to the complicated emotions in Bernal, Elise, and Caroline's hearts, Sarah was much simpler. She hugged Gray's hand with a face full of excitement, as if she had become a middle-rank Blood Warrior herself.

In terms of closeness, she was even closer to Gray than to Viscount Fergus. It could be said that she sincerely hoped that Gray's talent for cultivation would be as strong as possible.

Bang, bang, bang!

Just as everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of shock, there was a knock on the door outside the room, followed by the voice of Steward Nissen.

"Lord Viscount."

"What is it?"

Viscount Fergus frowned slightly and asked. He had already instructed not to disturb them if there was nothing important.

"Lord Viscount, we found something in Hanhu's intestines."

Outside the door, Steward Nissen spoke.

"Come in!"

Viscount Fergus nodded.

* Creak! *

The door was pushed open and Steward Nissen, who was wearing a black steward uniform, walked in. He was holding a piece of yellow leather that was more than ten centimeters in length and width. The surface was wet and it was unknown what kind of animal's leather it was.

Holding this piece of leather, he walked to Viscount Fergus and spread it out on the table in front of Viscount Fergus.

Viscount Fergus looked at it casually and then his gaze turned slightly serious. He turned to Steward Nissen and said, "You may leave now.

"You can leave now. Tell all the servants not to spread any information about this piece of leather."

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

Steward Nissen bowed respectfully and turned to leave. When he left, he closed the door again.

"Father, what exactly is it?"

Gray and the others obviously noticed the change in Viscount Fergus's expression and could not help but ask curiously.

"Pass it around and have a look!"

With that, Viscount Fergus passed the piece of leather to Madame De Milan beside him.

Everyone passed it around one by one. After reading it, they could not help but have a look of uncertainty on their faces. Finally, it was passed to Gray. Gray spread it out on the table to take a look.

On this piece of leather, there was an overall irregular pattern branded. The edges of the pattern were not smooth and there would occasionally be a sharp edge that extended out.

And near the bottom of this outline, there was a clear triangular symbol.

"A triangular symbol? It's the same as the one I got last time that was suspected to be the symbol of the imperial ruins. Could this be a map of the imperial ruins as well? "

"And the shape of this pattern seems to be a topographic map of the Red Leaf Forest …"

With curiosity in his heart, Gray passed this piece of leather to Sarah beside him. Sarah glanced at it and lost interest. She passed it to Caroline on her right. In the end, this piece of leather returned to Viscount Fergus.

"How is it? Can you tell?"

Viscount Fergus looked at everyone with a smile.

"Father, this should be a treasure map, right?"

Bernal said after some consideration.

"Yes, it is indeed a treasure map. What else can you tell?"

Viscount Fergus asked with interest.

"This should be a map of the Red Leaf Forest."

Caroline frowned slightly and was slightly uncertain.

"It really is the Red Leaf Forest!"

Hearing Caroline's judgment, Gray was even more certain of his own judgment.

"Yes, this is indeed a topographic map of the Red Leaf Forest. And if I'm not wrong, it should be a treasure map."

Viscount Fergus smiled faintly and concluded.

"Master, why is this treasure map in Hanhu's body?"

Madame De Milan frowned and asked.

"I'm afraid he swallowed it by accident."

Viscount Fergus paused for a moment and said.

"From the map, the location of this treasure should not be far from Goat Horn Village. I've always been curious why Hanhu appeared at the edge of the forest. Now it seems that he was probably driven to the edge of the forest by someone."

"Driven away by someone? That is to say, someone has already gone to this place where the treasure may be hidden? "

Madame De Milan's expression suddenly became slightly disappointed. When she saw that it was a treasure map, she was still thinking whether the Fergus family would make a fortune. She didn't expect that the place had already been visited.

"It should be. I'm going to check it out when I have time, but don't have too much hope."

Viscount Fergus nodded.

"By the way, Master, this time the Rock family actually snatched Hanhu's cub, and they almost snatched it away. What are you going to do about this matter?"

Having lost interest in the treasure map, Madame De Milan's attention couldn't help but return to the matter of the Hanhu's cub almost being snatched away by the Rock family.

When she learned that Hanhu was snatched away, she was incomparably angry and continuously scolded the Rock family for being shameless. Fortunately, it was snatched back, otherwise the Fergus family would have suffered a great loss this time.

Viscount Fergus couldn't help but frown when they talked about the Rock family. After a moment, he sighed and said.

"This matter needs to be put aside for the time being!"

"Father, isn't this letting them off too easily?"

Elise said hatefully.

Viscount Fergus shook his head and said.

"Although we won the battle with the Oliver family last time, we also lost a lot of people. In addition, the Hanhu's cub was also snatched back. This matter can only be put aside for the time being."

After a slight pause, Viscount Fergus said again.

"However, this debt will be settled with the Rock family sooner or later. Alright, it's getting late. You should all go and rest. Tomorrow morning, remember to each receive a portion of Hanhu's blood!"

Chapter 54

The morning of the second day, in the training field paved with white stones.

"Huff —"

Gray, with a head full of black hair and wearing a gray combat suit, looked extremely energetic. He stood motionless in the training field, maintaining his training posture.

His entire person was like a wolf-shaped sculpture with gray fur. Only when he changed his training posture every ten minutes could he be seen changing his body.

In the huge white stone training field, he was the only one cultivating. He began to cultivate the Blood Technique "Wind Wolf" by himself.

Around him, Viscount Fergus, Bernal, Caroline, and Elise stared at him without blinking.

Although they already believed that Gray's strength had reached middle-level Blood Warrior, they still had some doubts in their hearts. They were also afraid that Gray's judgment was inaccurate, so Viscount Fergus called Gray to the white stone training field to personally supervise Gray's training.

As for Bernal, Caroline, and Elise, they were purely there to watch the show. If it were any other time, Viscount Fergus would definitely scold the three of them for cultivating. However, he was in a good mood today, so he did not care about the three of them occasionally "slacking off".

The first time.

The second time.

The third time.

As Gray cultivated, the expressions in the eyes of Viscount Fergus and the others continued to change.

In the beginning, they were quite skeptical. However, when they saw Gray complete the first and second rounds of the Blood Technique cultivation with extreme ease, the suspicion in their eyes lessened slightly.

To be able to complete two rounds of the Blood Technique cultivation so easily in a row, even if his strength had not reached middle-level Blood Warrior, it was likely that he was not far from it.

Then, Gray began the third round of the Blood Technique cultivation. Their eyes gradually became filled with shock.

The first training posture was completed.

The second training posture was completed.

The third training posture was completed.

The fourth training posture was completed.

When Gray completed the fourth cultivation posture, the four of them were thoroughly shocked. Gray's strength had indeed reached the level of a middle-level Blood Warrior.

When Gray persisted in the first cultivation posture for the fourth time for a full six minutes, he finally exited the cultivation state with his head covered in sweat. The shock on the four people's faces was already at its peak.

Originally, according to their estimation, even if Gray had become a middle-level Blood Warrior, he should only be a beginner. But now, they realized that they were wrong.

Not only had Gray become a Mid-level Blood Warrior, but he had also completed more than half of the first cultivation posture. This was no longer as simple as just becoming a Mid-level Blood Warrior!

Moreover, this cultivation speed was not far from Bernal's. Currently, Bernal had only completed the first cultivation posture for the fourth time and was about to enter the second cultivation posture.

With Gray's current speed, it wouldn't be long before he caught up and surpassed Bernal.

"Father, you have to buy a Crimson Blood Horse!"

After a moment, Bernal said with a slightly sluggish expression.

"Buy, buy immediately!"

Viscount Fergus's face twitched as he nodded vigorously.

Although he was pained by the price of a Crimson Blood Horse, he was both pained and happy at the same time.

After finishing the morning cultivation, Gray returned to his bedroom under the slightly sluggish gazes of Viscount Fergus and the other three. He waved the maid Barbara away and closed the bedroom door tightly.

On the coffee table in the bedroom, there was already a bronze container. This was a container about the size of a wine glass used to drink white wine in his previous life. If it was wine, it should be able to hold about two ounces.

At this moment, this bronze container was filled with half a cup of dark red blood. The thick smell of blood continuously wafted into his nose. This was the blood of the blood fiend Hanhu.

Blood fiends were a type of very mysterious creature. After their blood flowed out of their bodies, it did not coagulate quickly like the blood of other creatures. Not only that, but it could also maintain its freshness for a long time.

At the same time, the essence of their bodies was in their blood. Their blood was very beneficial to the training of blood warriors who practiced this type of blood technique. This was also the reason why the Fergus family would purchase the blood of wind wolves when they purchased the blood of blood fiends.

Of course, this did not mean that those who practiced the "Wolf of the Wind" blood technique could not consume the blood of other blood fiends. After consuming the blood, there would be no effect.

In fact, there would be an effect, but the effect would be much weaker than the blood of wind wolves. At the same time, there would be some differences depending on the type of blood fiend that was consumed.

However, Gray's current focus was not on the increase in strength after consuming the blood, but the possible changes after consuming the blood.

His current strength could be said to be increasing at a strange speed. It was definitely related to the first time he consumed the blood of wind wolves. At that time, after consuming the blood of wind wolves, his entire body became boiling hot, like a cooked shrimp.

After that, his appetite increased, and his strength also began to increase rapidly. Almost every day, he could feel his strength increasing. His entire strength was in a state of "rapid growth".

After that, although he had consumed the blood of wind wolves many times, the phenomenon of his entire body "becoming boiling hot" did not occur again. He guessed that this unknown phenomenon of his entire body "becoming boiling hot" would only occur when he consumed the blood for the first time.

Now, he was prepared to consume Hanhu's blood. Before this, he had never consumed Hanhu's blood before. He could not help but feel a little expectant. After consuming this portion of Hanhu's blood, would his body once again experience the phenomenon of "becoming boiling hot"? What kind of changes would it bring to him?

After such a long time, he confirmed that other than his training speed increasing, there were no other abnormalities. He was no longer afraid of this phenomenon of "becoming boiling hot". Instead, he was filled with anticipation.

The appearance of the phenomenon of "becoming boiling hot" had brought him such great benefits. If it happened a few more times, wouldn't the benefits be even greater?

"Gulp!"

Taking a deep breath, Gray lifted the cup of Hanhu's blood and drank it all in one gulp.

In the next moment, he almost lost his grip on the bronze cup and dropped it to the ground.

The boiling hot sensation that he had experienced once appeared in his stomach.

It was as if he had just swallowed a ball of fire. Now, this ball of fire, with his stomach as the center, spread to the rest of his body.

Every organ, every muscle, and even every cell in his body … seemed not to have been spared. They were all infected by this boiling hot sensation, as if his entire body was being roasted in the flames.

His face was bright red, showing an abnormal shade of crimson.

Not only his face, but his neck and his body were the same.

At this moment, if he were to take off his clothes, he would discover that his entire body was an abnormal red, like a fried prawn.

Drops of sweat slid down from his forehead and the tip of his nose. His thick black hair was immediately drenched in sweat and matted.

In just a moment, his clothes were completely drenched, as if he had been fished out of the water.

After a while, perhaps ten minutes, perhaps half an hour, or perhaps several hours, the boiling hot sensation gradually subsided.

Just like the last time, under the torment of this boiling hot sensation, it was impossible to accurately perceive the passage of time. It was as if his entire body was in a dream, and his concept of time was already blurred.

Patter!

Feeling that the boiling hot sensation had completely disappeared, Gray wanted to stand up from the chair, but he lost his balance and sat back down.

Extreme fatigue attacked his mind, as if he had just run a marathon that was tens of thousands of meters long. His entire body, including his brain, seemed to be broken. There was not a single part of him that was under his control.

After a while, he felt that his mind was not as chaotic as before, and he could think slightly.

"This phenomenon occurred when I first consumed the Wind Wolf's blood, and it also occurred when I consumed the Hanhu's blood for the first time. Obviously, my previous guess was correct. This inexplicable boiling hot sensation only occurs when I consume the blood of a certain type of blood fiend for the first time."

"After this phenomenon occurred when I consumed the Wind Wolf's blood for the first time, my appetite inexplicably increased, and my cultivation speed also increased. I wonder what kind of change will occur this time?"

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After a while, Gray felt that he had regained some of his strength. He supported himself with both hands on the armrest of the chair and slowly stood up.

However, he was still not in a good condition. He felt that his body was extremely weak, as if he had been hollowed out.

"Babla, prepare a bath for me. I want to take a bath!"

After resting for a while, Gray felt that he could walk as long as he did not do any strenuous exercise. He tidied his clothes and called Babla into his bedroom.

"Yes, Young Master Gray!"

Babla, who was dressed in a black-and-white maid uniform, answered respectfully and left.

After taking a bath in the bathtub, changing into a clean set of home clothes, and eating a pile of pastries that were comparable to a proper meal, Gray felt much more comfortable. Although he was still a little tired, it was not as intense as before.

However, he was not in a hurry to examine the changes in his body after this "metamorphosis". Instead, he went straight to his bedroom and slept soundly.

After confirming that every blood fiend's blood would cause his body to become boiling hot when he consumed it for the first time, Gray decided to call this phenomenon "metamorphosis".

He was in no hurry to examine the metamorphosis of his body. After all, the metamorphosis already existed in his body and would not disappear if he did not find it in time. What he needed to do now was to let his body recover as much as possible.

He only woke up in the afternoon when the maid, Babla, came to call him for lunch.

After eating lunch for three people, Gray felt as if he had come back to life. The fatigue in his body had basically disappeared.

In the afternoon, he went to the empty space where he usually trained and began to examine the changes brought to him by this "metamorphosis".

First, he tested the limit of the training time for the blood technique.

This morning, he was able to maintain the first training posture for the fourth cycle of the blood technique for six minutes. After consuming Hanhu's blood, there should be an increase, but he did not know how many minutes it would last.

"Phew …"

Taking a deep breath, Gray instinctively used the first training posture of the "Wolf of Wind" blood technique, "Crawling". At the same time, his mind naturally visualized the scene of a "Wolf of Wind" crawling on the grass, its emerald eyes spying on its prey.

After a long period of cultivation, he had already turned these four cultivation postures into his body's instinct. He didn't even need to think about it. His body would naturally cultivate according to these four postures.

Again.

Twice.

Three times.

The fourth time was the first cultivation posture.

It wasn't until the fourth time that Gray had maintained the first posture for a full eight minutes that he withdrew from the posture due to exhaustion.

"The limit has increased by two minutes. This increase is on par with consuming the blood of the Blood Wolf. Looks like even if I consume Hanhu's blood, it will not affect my cultivation progress."

After his strength had reached the level of a middle-level Blood Warrior, he had consumed the Wind Wolf's blood once. His training time limit had also increased by two minutes, which meant that consuming the Wind Wolf's blood and Hanhu's blood did not have much of an effect on him.

He just didn't know if this phenomenon was the same when he consumed the blood of other blood fiends. If it was still the same, it would be a good thing for him. He was not a picky eater, so it would be easier for him to obtain suitable cultivation resources.

After resting for a while, Gray began to test the changes in his body.

A trace of Blood Force poured into his legs. His legs bent like a bowstring that had been pulled to its limit.

Pa!

He stomped hard on the ground, causing the stone slabs to tremble slightly. His body was like an arrow that had been shot from a bowstring, rapidly dashing out.

Fast! He was faster than the world champion of the 100m sprint in his previous life!

In an instant, he had already appeared more than ten meters away. The world champion of the 100m sprint in his previous life was simply too weak in front of him.

However, he didn't stop because of this. Another trace of Blood Force poured into his legs.

Pa!

The stone slabs trembled slightly. Once again, his figure disappeared from the original spot. He appeared more than ten meters away from the original spot.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

He repeated this process repeatedly, moving back and forth in this open space. He only stopped when the effect of the Blood Force ended for the fifth time.

"After using the Blood Force, the maximum speed of movement basically didn't change much …"

Although his movement just now was already very fast, when his strength reached the level of a middle-level Blood Warrior, his speed could already reach this level.

Obviously, the "transformation" from consuming Hanhu's blood this time did not bring about a leap in his speed.

"Let's test my strength …"

The Blood Force poured into his right hand, allowing it to adhere to his right hand. Gray punched the stone slabs below him.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the place where his fist hit the stone slabs shattered into countless tiny pieces of stone, as if it was ceramic that had been smashed by a hammer.

Moreover, numerous cracks spread from the place where his fist hit the stone slabs. Soon, the cracks spread throughout the entire stone slabs. On the stone slabs, dense cracks appeared like a spider web.

Pa, pa, pa!

But this was not the end. Under the impact of the fist hitting the stone slabs, large amounts of stone splattered indiscriminately in all directions. The splattered on the walls of the nearby houses, producing a concentrated sound.

Gray's body was also spattered quite a bit. Fortunately, he was wearing combat armor, and the armor's defensive ability protected him. Otherwise, he would have been in a lot of pain.

"My strength has increased so much?"

Standing in the same place, Gray stared blankly at the stone slabs that he had smashed with his fist.

It was completely beyond his expectations that a single punch could have such an effect.

The Wind Wolf was a type of murderous level blood fiend that did not specialize in strength. In battle, other than blood fiends like the "Wind Blade" ability, they relied more on their speed, sharp claws, and sharp teeth than ordinary murderous level blood fiends.

Therefore, those who had been implanted with the Wind Wolf bloodline and practiced the "Wind Wolf" blood technique, whether it was him, Viscount Fergus, or the others, they did not specialize in strength.

But just now, his strength was clearly different from ordinary circumstances.

At least compared to yesterday's battle with Morley Locke, his strength had obviously increased by a large margin.

Although it was still not comparable to those who practiced "Herculean Bull" or "Herculean Bear" blood techniques that were known for their strength and had reached the level of a middle-level blood warrior, there was no doubt that it was not something that a middle-level blood warrior who practiced the "Wind Wolf" blood technique could possess. His current strength had definitely surpassed that of Bernal, who was also a middle-level blood warrior.

"If I'm not wrong, Hanhu's strength should be stronger than the Wind Wolf's …"

Gray could not help but recall yesterday's battle between Viscount Fergus and Hanhu.

Viscount Fergus's sword had collided with Hanhu's sharp claws, but he had been repelled. Viscount Fergus, who had reached the level of a murderous level blood warrior, was not as strong as Hanhu in terms of strength.

If there were no surprises, the adult Wind Wolf should be the same. After all, Viscount Fergus, who had reached the level of a murderous level blood warrior, had a physique equivalent to that of an adult Wind Wolf.

"My sudden increase in strength is probably due to me inheriting Han Hu's power …"

"Since I have the speed of the Wind Wolf and Hanhu's strength, doesn't that mean that I have both the Wind Wolf and Hanhu bloodlines in my body?"

"But I didn't implant Hanhu's bloodline. I only drank Hanhu's blood. That is to say, this body can bypass the process of implanting bloodlines and directly obtain the corresponding bloodline by consuming the blood of blood fiends?"

"That's not right. Aren't different types of bloodlines unable to coexist?"

Gray suddenly thought of a book he had read not long ago.

Different types of bloodlines could not coexist. For example, Gray now had the Wind Wolf's bloodline and could not implant Hanhu's bloodline. Otherwise, it would cause a conflict between the bloodlines. In the best case scenario, his strength would regress, and in the worst case scenario, he would die.

The only thing that could be implanted was a bloodline of the same origin, derived from the same type of high-level blood fiend.

For example, after Viscount Fergus's strength had reached the level of a murderous blood warrior, he should have been implanted with some kind of wolf-type blood fiend bloodline that could reach the level of a berserk level and control the wind.

Because both bloodlines were derived from the same type of high-level blood fiend, they were related in terms of bloodlines and were compatible with each other. That was why there was no rejection.

"My current situation can't be any better. It obviously doesn't seem like a situation where I've been implanted with a different type of bloodline. Could it be that I've not implanted a bloodline, but merely absorbed and integrated some of Hanhu's characteristics? "

Gray's mind spun quickly. He felt that the most likely scenario was the "transformation" after consuming Hanhu's blood. Some of Hanhu's characteristics that were superior to the Wind Wolf's, such as its strength, were integrated into the Wind Wolf's bloodline, causing the Wind Wolf's bloodline to be optimized.

Perhaps the "freezing air" blood fiend ability had also been integrated into the Wind Wolf's blood fiend ability. It was just that he was unable to use it at his current level of strength.

However, he quickly thought of another problem.

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Standing in place, Gray supported his chin with one hand. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Perhaps the body's' characteristics' that I chose to absorb do not only include 'characteristics,' but also strength."

"When I first consumed the wind wolf's blood after occupying this body, my body possessed the characteristics of the wind wolf because I possessed the bloodline of the wind wolf. The reason why this transformation occurred was because although my body possessed the characteristics of the wind wolf, it did not record the strength of my body's characteristics."

Although a young Hanhu and an adult Hanhu were both Hanhu and possessed the bloodline of the Hanhu, there were obviously many differences in the strength of their bodies.

The former was still in its infancy stage, while the latter was already an adult. Its physical strength, speed, and strength far surpassed the former. It could even use the ability of the blood fiend to easily crush the former.

He now suspected that the transformation caused by consuming the blood fiend's blood not only selectively absorbed the characteristics of the blood fiend's body, but also recorded the strength of the blood fiend's characteristics.

Through the rapid absorption of nutrients, his body's growth was accelerated, and the strength of his body's characteristics finally reached the strength recorded in the record.

Simply put, after consuming the blood fiend's blood, there were two transformation states.

The first transformation state had an extremely strong reaction. In this transformation state, the absorption of the blood fiend's characteristics was mainly integrated.

The second transformation state was a transformation state where one's strength would rapidly increase. This state would allow the strength of the body's characteristics to rapidly grow until it reached the strength recorded in the record.

Now that he had absorbed the characteristics and strength of the wind wolf and Hanhu, the rapid increase in his strength, which was also the second transformation state, would continue until his movement speed was comparable to that of an adult wind wolf and his strength was comparable to that of an adult Hanhu.

As for the blood fiend's abilities, he could not make a conclusion for the time being. He would have to see if he had absorbed the blood fiend's abilities from the Hanhu during the first transformation state. As for the wind wolf's blood fiend's ability, it was definitely present because it had been implanted with the bloodline of the wind wolf.

The second transformation state obviously required a large amount of nutrients. This should be the reason why his appetite had inexplicably increased after consuming the wind wolf's blood for the first time.

"Whether this is the case or not, I should be able to determine when my strength reaches the level of a Ferocious Blood Warrior!"

Gray's eyes were very bright. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his guess was right.

As long as his strength reached the level of a Ferocious Blood Warrior and the strength of his body's characteristics was comparable to that of a Ferocious Blood Fiend, he would be able to determine whether or not the strength of his body's characteristics had been recorded and backed up after consuming the blood of the Ferocious Blood Fiend.

If the strength of a Murderous Blood Warrior had reached the Murderous Level, and the second transformation, which was the rapid increase in strength, did not stop, then this guess was wrong.

If the second transformation stopped, then it was almost certain that the transformation after consuming the blood of the blood fiends had recorded the strength of the body's characteristics.

It was like using the blood fiends that provided the blood as a basic blueprint. The strength of the body's characteristics rapidly approached the blueprint and eventually became comparable to the blueprint!

"In short, the biggest change I have now is the increase in my strength. As for the other changes, such as Hanhu's Blood Fiend ability, or the 'strength' of his body's characteristics, it is not something that can be determined in a short period of time."

Not thinking about the "transformation" anymore, Gray stood where he was and recalled the fatigue he felt after two "transformations".

"I feel that after the transformation, my body is even weaker than the first time I consumed the Wind Wolf's blood. What is going on?"

"Is it because the interval between the two transformations is too short? Or is it because my current physical fitness is too weak and it is too difficult for me to endure two transformations? "

Gray's brows slowly furrowed.

He felt that this kind of "transformation" was not limitless. If it was too frequent, it might even cause permanent damage to his body.

Either the interval between two transformations could not be too short, or the more transformations there were, the stronger the requirements on his physical fitness would be. Only a strong physical fitness could endure more transformations.

"It seems that I need to be more careful during the next transformation. The interval between transformations must be longer!"

Gray thought to himself.

Naturally, he did not wish for this kind of transformation to cause permanent damage to his body. Instead, he hoped that he could use this kind of transformation continuously and use it as his' support 'in this dangerous world.

"Young Master, please wipe your sweat!"

Seeing that Gray was no longer planning to cultivate, the slender and fair-skinned Barbara, who was dressed in a black and white maid outfit, walked forward and respectfully handed him a towel.

"Okay."

Gray reached out to take it, wiped the sweat off his body, and handed it back to Barbara.

"Get Butler Nissen to find someone to replace the broken slate!"

"Yes."

The maid, Barbara, nodded her head respectfully. She looked at Gray with an obvious reverence.

Now, her status in the castle could not be compared to before. Although she was still a servant, her status was far above that of an ordinary servant.

Even the head maid and the butler would talk to her in a consulting tone, and all of this was given to her by the person in front of her.

More than once, she had heard her former companions complain about how they did not have the luck to follow such a promising master who was favored by Viscount Fergus and become his personal maid.

After leaving the place where he cultivated, Gray did not go to the library, nor was he forbidden to return to the bedroom. Instead, he went to a small house at the back of the castle.

This small house was usually used to feed livestock in the castle, but after obtaining the Hanhu cub, it was completely cleared out and turned into a place to feed the Hanhu cub alone.

He intended to take a look at the Hanhu cub and cultivate their relationship.

From the books in the library, Gray did not see the saying that blood fiends would only get close to the first person they saw. However, he did see that if he wanted to get close to a blood fiend, he had to start from a cub.

Therefore, he intended to cultivate his relationship with the Hanhu from now on and strive to become one of the people who could command the "Hanhu".

"Brother!"

However, just as he walked to the door of the small house, a sweet voice immediately called out to him from within the small house.

Sarah was wearing a white dress that was much simpler than her formal dress. It was a long dress that was suitable for home wear. She stood prettily in the small house.

Next to her, there was another person.

Similarly, she was wearing a plain purple dress with fewer decorations. There was a blue girdle around her waist, showing off her slender waist. The skirt ended at her knees, revealing her fair and slender legs. This person was Caroline.

"Sarah, Sister Caroline!"

Gray smiled and greeted the two of them. However, he could not help but find it funny. Sure enough, no matter which world they were in, girls were easily attracted to cute things.

An adult Hanhu had a huge body and teeth that were more than ten centimeters long. Its appearance was extremely ferocious. Just one roar was enough to make an ordinary person tremble in fear.

However, this was not the case for a newborn Hanhu cub.

Its sharp and ferocious teeth did not grow out and its appearance was not ferocious. Its cry was even more childish, just like a white cat.

The two of them obviously could not resist the cuteness of the Hanhu cub and deliberately came to tease it.

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"Yes."

Facing Gray's greeting, Caroline only turned her head and responded. Then she turned back and stared at the corner of the room without blinking.

Seeing this, Gray smiled. His line of sight followed Caroline's line of sight and saw that in the corner of the room, there was a comfortable kennel made of animal skin.

A large female dog with a metal chain was lying in the kennel. Its body was about one meter long. He didn't know what breed it belonged to. In his previous life, he didn't seem to have seen this breed. It should be unique to this world.

A white Hanhu cub with black veins was at its lower abdomen. It was biting one of them and sucking on it. It obviously thought it was a female tiger.

"Brother, when do you think Little White will open its eyes?"

Seeing Gray walk over, Sarah asked softly.

"Should be around half a month."

Gray answered subconsciously. In his previous life, he saw the animal world. In the animal world, tigers were like this. He just didn't know if this Hanhu cub would be like this.

"Little White?"

But soon he raised his eyebrows again. His eyes were filled with doubt. When did Viscount Fergus name the Hanhu cub, and it was so …

"This is the name I came up with with sister Caroline. How is it? Does it sound good?"

Sarah said proudly.

"Uh."

Gray looked at Caroline strangely. Sarah gave the Hanhu cub such a name, but Caroline also gave it such a name. It really made him a little surprised.

"How is it? Does it sound good?"

Sarah continued to ask.

"It sounds good, it sounds good."

Gray didn't mean what he said. He was suddenly looking forward to Viscount Fergus's expression when he knew that Hanhu was named "Little White".

… …

A few days later, the news that the Fergus family got the Hanhu cub had spread to the other viscount families.

"Hmph, he really stepped on dog shit. He actually got a Hanhu cub!"

Viscount Oliver felt indignant and envious at the same time.

A Hanhu cub would become an existence comparable to a Ferocious Warrior once it matured, and it wouldn't take too long.

Hanhu would normally reach adulthood in about three years. In other words, after three years, the Fergus family would have another Murderous Class combatant.

At that time, if the Oliver family and the Fergus family clashed again, they would have to face two murderous level combatants. Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a sense of dread.

Viscount Fergus alone was already extremely difficult to deal with. If there was another Murderous Grade combatant, he would definitely not be a match for them.

"Damned Rock family. Trash, if you want to snatch it, then snatch it. Even if you can't snatch it, you should at least kill it, right? The Fergus family actually managed to get their hands on it! "

He was even more displeased with the Rock family. They actually failed to snatch such a good opportunity and even let the Fergus family get their hands on it. They were simply trash.

"First, there was a genius descendant, and now there's a Hanhu cub. The Fergus family's luck is too good!"

Viscount Shirley subconsciously reached out to touch his aquiline nose, his face full of jealousy.

A genius descendant was one thing. Things like geniuses needed at least ten to twenty years to grow. As long as they did not grow up, they could die at any time.

However, a Hanhu cub could grow up in at most three years. It was a combat strength that could be seen in a short period of time. This really made him jealous.

"Interesting. First, there was a genius descendant, and now there's a Hanhu cub. Is the Fergus family going to rise up completely and compete with my Rychens family for the title of Count?"

Viscount Rychens had a slight smile on his face. His face was handsome, but he did not lose the steadfastness of a man.

As he spoke, he gently stroked an adult leopard with his right hand. Its eyes were slightly squinted, as if it was enjoying it.

This was a leopard that was very different from ordinary leopards. Excluding its tail, its body length was already 1.3 meters. This kind of length was very rare among leopards.

Its body was slender and healthy. It could be said that it was the polar opposite of the tall Hanhu cub.

Its skin was yellow, but the spots on its body were not black, but purplish-black.

This was a murderous level blood fiend, a windchaser leopard.

A windchaser leopard, as its name suggested, was born to chase the wind. It had a speed that other murderous level blood fiends could only dream of.

Its speed was the highest among murderous level blood fiends. Even many mad level blood fiends could not compete with it in terms of speed.

Even though it didn't have any blood fiend abilities such as cold air or wind blades, its unparalleled speed made it a huge threat to anyone.

This was one of the foundations of the Rychens family, an adult windchaser leopard with extreme speed!

"They actually got a Hanhu cub. The Fergus family is really lucky!"

Viscount Bei Mai was the only female viscount among the six viscounts.

When she heard that the Fergus family had obtained a Hanhu cub, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed. After a moment, she relaxed and regained her usual self-confidence that was not inferior to men.

"So what if it's a Hanhu cub? These are just external objects. The key to the battle for the title of count is to nurture berserkers! "

The Rock family was eating in the dining hall of Castle Locke.

Viscount Locke calmly enjoyed his dinner. His posture was standard, his movements were elegant, and his expression was calm. There was no trace of the effect of his failure to snatch a Hanhu cub a few days ago.

Ding!

Finally, the meal ended when he placed the knife and fork on the plate.

"Father."

As if he had been waiting for this moment, the moment he finished his meal, his second son, Morey, spoke.

"Why don't you spread the news that Gray Fergus is already a middle-rank Blood Warrior in less than two years?"

Viscount Locke did not answer Morey's question immediately. Instead, he looked at his eldest son, Alfred, and asked.

"Alfred, what do you think?"

Alfred had a head full of gray hair and looked very similar to Viscount Locke. He was like a younger version of Viscount Locke. He frowned slightly and said.

"Father, you must have some reason for doing this. As for the specific reason, I can't guess."

"Mm."

Viscount Locke was satisfied with Alfred's performance and spoke slowly.

"What's the use of spreading the news that Gray Fergus is already a middle-rank Blood Warrior in less than two years, other than providing information for the other viscount families for free?"

At this point, he glanced at Morey.

"With the Fergus family's tight protection of Gray Fergus, even if the other viscount families knew, they would not easily attempt to assassinate him."

At this point, he paused slightly and revealed a cold smile.

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"Phew —"

With a heavy exhalation, Gray exited from his cultivation state.

His face was covered in sweat, and his hands were on his knees. He was clearly exhausted, but a smile could not help but appear on his face.

"The first training posture of the fourth cycle, completed."

The blood technique "Wind Wolf" had a total of four training postures. The completion of the first training posture indicated that he would be able to complete one-fourth of the fourth cycle.

It had only been a month since he became a middle-level Blood Warrior. This was far beyond his expectations.

At this rate, he should be able to complete the fourth cycle in another three months and become an upper-level Blood Warrior.

This was much earlier than the maximum six months he had expected, reaching the shortest time he had expected.

"Young Master Bernal!"

Suddenly, the maid Barbara's greeting came from afar. Gray turned his head to look and saw Bernal, with his dazzling short golden hair and his white battle attire, walking towards him.

His eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, and he released his hands from his knees. He stood up straight and walked towards the other party.

Many people knew that he was cultivating in the empty space south of the castle, but apart from Sarah, only Elise had secretly spied on him.

The others, even Viscount Fergus, had never come here. It was obvious that they had tacitly agreed that this place was his private territory.

This time, Bernal's arrival made him feel that there was something "out of the ordinary" about it.

"Big Brother Bernal."

Gray greeted him as he walked over.

The misunderstanding of the assassination had been resolved, and with the matter of the "title", Gray had lowered his guard against Bernal. At least, he was no longer as wary as before.

At the same time, there was a trace of guilt. Guilt that he might snatch away the other party's right to inherit the title in the future.

Although Gray was not that enthusiastic about the title, what he wanted more was the life of a noble, and not the inheritance of the title and the control of the Fergus family.

But judging from the current situation, even if he was unwilling to accept it, Viscount Fergus would very likely force him to inherit the title.

If the Fergus family wanted to go one step further and fight for the only remaining Earl title in the Sidney Marquisdom, they needed at least a Berserker to inherit the title.

And with the potential that Bernal had shown, it would be very difficult for him to become a Berserker without a special opportunity!

"Yes."

Hearing Gray's greeting, Bernal responded. After a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Gray with his dark blue eyes.

"Gray, fight with me!"

Fergus Castle, Whitestone Gymnasium.

Gray was dressed in a gray battle suit. His black hair fluttered in the wind. His blue eyes lost some of the immaturity of a young man and gained some of the depth of an adult.

In his hand, there was a wooden sword made of ironwood. It was 1.4 meters long and 5 centimeters wide.

In front of him, ten meters away, Bernal was wearing a white battle suit. He was also holding a wooden sword made of ironwood.

Bernal obviously attached great importance to this battle. He tried his best to make it a real battle. Except for the fact that the weapon was made of wood, everything else was no different from a real battle.

Viscount Fergus, Elise, and Caroline were standing next to the Whitestone Gymnasium.

Viscount Fergus frowned and then relaxed. In the end, he did not stop this battle.

"Brother, do your best!"

Elise supported Bernal one-sidedly.

Caroline, on the other hand, looked on calmly, not intending to support either side.

"Gray, show me your full strength!"

Looking at Gray, Bernal looked very serious.

From the serious expression on his face, it was as if he had made some kind of important decision.

"Okay."

Gray nodded solemnly.

Although he did not know why Bernal suddenly asked for a battle, he could clearly feel that Bernal valued this battle. If he deliberately showed weakness or did not show his full strength, it would be disrespectful to Bernal.

Moreover, even if he used his full strength, he might not be able to win against Bernal.

Although he was already a middle-level Blood Warrior and had inherited this body's combat talent, the time he had been exposed to real battle was too short. He still lacked combat experience.

Bernal, on the other hand, had been exposed to real battle for at least five years. He also had the experience of killing people early on. His combat experience could be said to be extremely shrewd and ruthless. Facing his opponent, the slightest carelessness could cause him to lose miserably.

Whoosh!

Almost at the same time, both of them moved. The distance of more than ten meters was closed in the blink of an eye with their extremely fast speed.

Whoosh!

Bernal swung the sword in his hand first.

The black ironwood longsword tore through the air with a terrifying whistling sound. From bottom to top, it was like a black shadow, slashing towards Gray.

Whoosh!

Gray, who was charging forward, stomped his right foot on the ground and twisted his ankle. His forward momentum suddenly changed as he quickly swept towards Boral's right side.

At the same time, the sword in his hand swung behind him, slashing in the opposite direction towards Bernal.

Bang!

Gray's reverse slash was blocked.

The slash was dodged, and there was another slash coming from the right. Bernal's sword changed direction rapidly, drawing an arc and blocking Gray's slash.

Pa, pa, pa!

However, it was a hasty block after all, and the force was not at its strongest. Bernal was directly shaken back by the huge force transmitted from the sword. He had to take a few steps back to dissipate the force.

Bang!

With a stomp on the ground, the white flagstone floor trembled slightly. Gray's figure quickly rushed towards Bernal. The ironwood sword in his hand slashed vertically with an aura that could split mountains.

Whoosh!

However, this slash hit empty air. The moment before his sword slashed down, Bernal's figure had disappeared.

Suddenly, like a phantom, he disappeared and reappeared a few meters away. The explosive speed in an instant could be described as terrifying.

Obviously, this was the power of blood pouring into his legs to increase his speed!

Whoosh!

Moreover, this few meters of lateral movement allowed Bernal to appear on Gray's left side. The black ironwood sword was like a black light, slashing horizontally towards Gray.

Whoosh!

There was no need to turn his head. The sound of the wind coming from the left was enough for Gray to determine that the attack came from the left side.

Pouring the power of blood into his legs, Gray's body moved like lightning to the right, narrowly avoiding Bernal's slash. When Bernal's sword was closest to him, it was less than a centimeter away.

Then, he turned around, slanted his body, and stabbed his sword towards Bernal. Bernal, however, retreated quickly, increasing the distance between them.

Whoosh, whoosh!

After more than ten consecutive exchanges, except for the first time when their weapons collided, their weapons did not collide again.

As people who also practiced the blood technique "Wolf of Wind", the two preferred to rely on speed to deal with the enemy rather than face the enemy head-on.

However, this did not mean that their exchanges were not thrilling. In fact, it could be said that their fighting style was more thrilling than usual.

After exchanging blows several times, their weapons were always less than a few centimeters away from each other's bodies. If it weren't for the fact that they were wielding swords made of ironwood, the spectators would have thought that they were fighting to the death.

"So fast!"

Watching the fight in the field, Caroline's voice was slightly surprised.

The speed of a Low-level Blood Warrior with the power of blood was already very fast, but compared to the two people in the field, it was a level lower.

If she were to face either of them in a different place, she would probably be defeated in three to five moves.

"Hmph, the final winner will definitely be Big Brother. It's still too early for Gray to catch up to Big Brother!"

Afraid that Viscount Fergus would hear, Elise muttered softly.

Seeing the fight in the field, he had to admit that Gray's current strength had far surpassed his.

However, he still did not think that Gray could catch up to his Big Brother Bernal.

On one hand, it was because of the strong image that his Big Brother Bernal had built up in his heart since he was young. On the other hand, it was also because of some personal feelings.

Although he felt that Gray was slightly more pleasing to the eye because he had taken back the Hanhu cub, between his Big Brother and Gray, he would definitely side with his Big Brother.

The fight in the field continued.

Whoosh!

Dodging Bernal's long sword once again, Gray appeared on Bernal's right side, preparing to stab at Bernal's chest from the side.

Because it was an ironwood sword, it did not have a blade, and the tip was not sharp. In addition, Bernal was still wearing his battle armor, so Gray was not afraid that this would hurt him.

Whoosh!

However, at this moment, before he could strike, an ironwood longsword slashed at him like a ray of black light, as if it had already known that he would appear here.

"How can it be so fast?"

For the first time, Gray's face showed surprise. Bernal's longsword had already slashed out, how could it turn back so quickly?

It was too unexpected, and the sword was already very close to him. It was too late to dodge, so he could only raise his sword to block.

Bang!

Chapter 59

Clap, clap, clap!

Gray was shaken to the point of retreating.

"In terms of battle experience, there is indeed a large gap between him and me!"

Hastily defending himself, Gray was shaken back. However, he quickly understood why Bernal's sword appeared so quickly.

They were both middle-level Blood Warriors, and they both practiced the Blood Technique "Wind Wolf". Logically speaking, the speed at which they swung their swords should be extremely close.

Just now, Bernal's sword swinging speed was clearly faster than his. The reason was that Bernal's previous slash was a feint. Halfway through, he had already changed direction and slashed in the direction that Gray was about to appear. Gray had not even had the time to attack when Bernal's sword was about to reach him.

An extremely brilliant feint immediately forced him into a disadvantageous position. Even as an opponent, he could not help but cheer for his opponent.

It was obvious that Bernal had more battle experience than him. This was an indisputable fact.

Bang!

Bernal's attack was far from over.

Taking a step forward, Bernal had already caught up with the staggering Gray. The sword in his hand slashed out again.

Bang, bang, bang!

After the horizontal slash was a vertical slash, after the vertical slash was a diagonal slash, after the diagonal slash was a horizontal slash …

Slash after slash, not giving Gray any time to adjust. Gray was like a small boat in the middle of a tumbling sea, facing the onslaught of a raging storm.

Bang! Patter!

An ironwood sword could not be held steadily and flew straight up. After spinning a few rounds in the air, it fell onto the white stone floor with a crisp sound.

Gray and Bernal's battle had already ended. One of them had already lost his sword, while the other's sword was resting on the neck of the one who had lost his sword.

However, what was surprising was that the one who still held the sword in his hand was Gray. The one who had lost his sword and had a sword resting on his neck was Bernal!!!

"Brother Bernal, you've lost!"

Gray exhaled and said as he withdrew his ironwood sword.

"I … lost?! Yes, I … lost! "

Bernal's face was filled with shock. Clearly, he did not expect that Gray, who he had forced into a disadvantageous position, would suddenly reverse the situation and turn defeat into victory.

What followed was an extremely bitter smile, but surprisingly, there was no vexation on his face. Instead, it was as if he had untied some sort of knot in his heart.

"Big Brother … lost?!"

Elise's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she saw Bernal with a sword on his neck.

Just now, it was clearly Gray who was at a disadvantage. How did Big Brother suddenly lose?

He couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

His eldest brother, Bernal, had been practicing blood techniques for many years and had come into contact with actual combat at an early age. His combat experience was extremely rich and was not something that Gray, who had only come into contact with actual combat for a few months, could compare to.

The development of the battle was just as he had expected. After more than ten rounds of probing exchanges, Big Brother Bernal began to show his might and forced Gray to retreat continuously without any ability to resist.

But what happened in the end? Why did Big Brother Bernal, who clearly had the upper hand, suddenly lose?

"Amazing!"

Caroline's eyes were filled with shock.

She couldn't tell what had happened in the last moment of the exchange, but it was an indisputable fact that Gray had won.

Gray, who had only a few months of combat experience, had actually defeated Big Brother Bernal, who had years of combat experience. Without a doubt, Gray's performance was stunning.

"This …"

Viscount Fergus frowned and his eyes flashed with surprise.

Gray's victory could be said to have greatly exceeded his expectations. In fact, before the battle, he was certain that Bernal would win.

He often sparred with both of them and was very familiar with their combat standards. He was very clear about the difference between Gray and Bernal in terms of combat experience. But the result was very surprising to him.

He couldn't help but recall the details of the last moment of the battle. After a while, he had a strange look in his eyes. He roughly understood the reason why Gray had won.

Gray had deceived Bernal, and had deceived all of them present!

"Young Master Gray, Young Master Bernal, please wipe your sweat!"

A servant respectfully walked forward and handed a towel. Gray took the one handed to him and covered his face with it to wipe his sweat.

The reason why he could defeat Bernal in this battle was that after the second metamorphosis, he had inexplicably increased strength.

The current him, although in terms of speed, was almost the same as Bernal, in terms of strength, he was much stronger than Bernal. Therefore, even if he hastily blocked, Gray's defense was not very strenuous.

Therefore, being forced to retreat by Bernal's attacks was only an illusion. It was an illusion that he used to confuse Bernal.

In the end, Bernal seemed to have the upper hand, but in reality, that was not the case. Relying on his strength that was greater than Bernal's, he had already adjusted under Bernal's continuous attacks.

In the end, with a spurt of energy, he counterattacked and knocked Bernal's sword out of his hand and won the battle.

…

Afternoon.

Large amounts of clouds floated in the sky, completely blocking out the sun. A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it a sense of coolness.

At the foot of Fergus Castle Mountain, there was a large piece of flat grassland. It was completely enclosed and built into a pasture to feed horses, cows, and sheep.

"Lord Viscount, young masters and young ladies, this is the Crimson Blood Horse!"

A man in his fifties with slightly gray hair bowed respectfully and led Gray and the rest to a stable in the pasture.

This was a separate stable, and in the whole stable, there was only one warhorse.

This was a very handsome warhorse. Its fur was crimson red, and it was about two meters long and 1.3 meters tall.

The muscles all over his body were streamlined and well-defined, but they were not overly bloated, giving people a kind of combination of strength and beauty.

The blood-red eyes of the horse were bright and full of spirituality. When it saw Gray and the rest, it was not afraid of strangers. Instead, it looked at Gray and the rest curiously.

"What beautiful eyes!"

Looking at the blood-red eyes of the warhorse, Caroline praised.

"This is a young Crimson Blood Horse?"

Viscount Fergus looked carefully and asked.

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

The grey-haired man replied respectfully.

He was the manager of this pasture. A while ago, Viscount Fergus asked him to buy a Crimson Blood Horse. After more than ten days, he finally came back with the Crimson Blood Horse.

"Although it is only a young horse, I can guarantee that once it reaches adulthood, its body length and height will be comparable to the Crimson Blood Horse of Viscount Fergus, and its speed will not be inferior either."

"Mm."

Viscount Fergus nodded and looked at Gray.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?"

This Crimson Blood Horse was the gift that Viscount Fergus and Gray promised when Gray became a middle-ranked Blood Warrior.

"Yes, yes!"

Gray had been looking at this Crimson Blood Horse for a long time. When he heard Viscount Fergus's question, he quickly nodded, but his eyes did not leave the Crimson Blood Horse.

Its body was full and beautiful, and its hair was smooth and shiny. Its limbs were strong and slender, and its blood-red eyes were full of spirituality …

Even though he did not know much about horses, he could tell that this horse was extraordinary.

"Good horse!"

Bernal's eyes lit up, and there was even a hint of passion in his voice. One could clearly hear the envy in his voice.

Although his horse was a good breed of war horse, it was obviously inferior to the Crimson Blood Horse, whose speed was comparable to a murderous level blood fiend.

"Too bad it's not an adult yet!"

Ai Lisi, on the other hand, spoke in a sour tone.

Gray was in a good mood and did not want to argue with him. He could not help but reach out his hand and touch the mane on the Crimson Blood Horse's neck.

Facing Gray's hand, the Crimson Blood Horse avoided it vigilantly. However, it was still locked in the stable and could not avoid Gray's touch. In the end, Gray was able to touch its mane as he wished.

Soft, as soft as silk, as if he was touching a piece of brocade.

"Young Master Gray, why don't you try riding it?"

The gray-haired man smiled at Gray.

He naturally knew that this horse was bought for Gray, and he also knew how important Gray was to the Fergus family. Therefore, his voice was full of flattery.

"Okay."

Gray grinned, untied the reins, and led the horse out of the stable.

There was no saddle yet, but Gray easily flipped over and sat on the horse's back. With his current physical fitness, it was easy for him to do this.

Roar — —

Suddenly being ridden by a stranger like Gray, the Crimson Blood Horse became impatient and anxious.

Roar!

It hurriedly ran a few steps, then suddenly lifted its two front legs and tilted its body violently, trying to shake Gray off its back.

However, with Gray's current physical fitness as a middle-level blood warrior, it was impossible for him to be shaken off so easily.

His legs squeezed the horse's belly, and his whole body seemed to have taken root, sticking to the horse's back.

One of his hands was holding the reins, while the other hand was constantly stroking the neck of the Crimson Blood Horse. After this period of riding experience, he already knew how to pacify an irritable horse.

Roar!

Roar!

However, the Crimson Blood Horse was obviously not like other horses that could be easily tamed. It kept running on the horse field, shaking its body. One moment, its two front legs were in the air, the next, its two back legs were in the air, trying to think of a way to shake Gray off.

This situation lasted for more than ten minutes before it gradually calmed down. It probably knew that it couldn't shake him off, so it gave up.

Seeing this, the corner of Grey's lips curled up. He had finally tamed it.

Although it would take some time to completely tame it and develop feelings for it, at least it didn't reject him riding on its back. Or maybe it didn't want to, but it couldn't do anything about it.

"Jia..."

Lightly squeezing the horse's belly, Gray urged the Crimson Blood Horse to run forward.

Da da da!

The galloping Crimson Blood Horse showed the elegance of a king among horses.

A strong gust of wind blew against Gray's face, causing his black hair to flutter behind him. A whistling sound rang in his ears, and the green grass was quickly swept past in his line of sight. This speed was even faster than when he used the power of blood to increase his running speed.

Although it wasn't as fast as a murderous level blood fiend, it was still a young horse, so it was understandable.

This was definitely a war horse that could be as fast as a murderous level blood fiend when it matured.

After running two laps around the horse field, Gray reluctantly urged the Crimson Blood Horse back to the stable and tied it back to the stable.

"Young Master Gray, this Crimson Blood Horse doesn't have a name yet. Why don't you give it a name..."

The gray-haired man smiled as he approached Gray.

"Name?"

Gray thought for a while and made a decision.

"Crimson Blood. From today onwards, it will be called Crimson Blood!"

"Crimson Blood, a good name. Young Master Gray, this is a good name!"

The gray-haired man quickly flattered. Gray couldn't help but blush.

He just removed the word "horse" from the Crimson Blood Horse. Was there a need to flatter him like this?