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

In the purple light, a pointed white stone castle stands, majestic, atmospheric, and rough.

On the balcony on the third floor of the castle, a black-haired boy 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, and a delicate countenance, with a little immaturity, but in a pair of blue eyes, there was a depth different from that of a young man.

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

Click!

Behind him, there were hurried footsteps approaching, and the black-haired boy looked back, and by the lights of the castle, he saw a young girl wearing a black dress and a white waist.

The girl was tall and fair-skinned, with brown hair held in place with clips and a white bow on her head, which was the standard maid attire.

She held a white feather cloak in her hand, with a hint of anxiety on her face, and when she saw the black-haired boy on the balcony, she sighed softly and spoke.

"Master Gray, your injuries haven't healed yet, and you can't blow the wind yet."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and thoughtfully draped the white-feathered cloak over the black-haired boy.

When the girl's hand touched him, the black-haired boy's body tensed slightly, but he relaxed again, he glanced at the purple moon outside, and said loudly.

"Let's go back."

The girl immediately wanted to help the black-haired boy, but the black-haired boy waved his hand to stop him, and he walked into the passage of the white stone and walked towards the brightly lit castle.

The boy's name is Gray. Fergus is the child of Viscount Fergus, the owner of this castle, and of course, this is who he is now, in fact, a few days ago he was an ordinary office worker.

A very ordinary night, a night that is no different from the usual day of work.

But when he woke up, he found that he was no longer in a cramped rental house, but in a spacious bedroom with a white duvet, and his body was no longer his own, and at the same time, he had a strange memory.

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

The children of the nobility, the maids serve, the clothes come to stretch their hands, and the food comes to open their mouths...... How similar was this to the life he had fantasized about?

However, after the initial excitement, he gradually became depressed, he missed his parents, his friends, and his mobile phone with the Internet at all times...... The most important thing is that he found that this sudden "comfortable life" is not necessarily really "comfortable".

First of all, it is the status of this viscount "child".

In terms of marriage, the world, like medieval Europe, practiced strict monogamy, even kings, who at most had many lovers.

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

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

In fact, for the past sixteen years, Viscount Fergus has paid little attention to his "son", and only received him to the castle only two months ago.

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

The original owner of the body was stabbed to death, although the assassin had committed suicide by poisoning when he was caught, but the mastermind behind the scenes was not found, that is, there was a black hand secretly watching his life.

In the face of this life crisis, even if he lives the life of a beautiful maid, he has absolutely no intention of enjoying it, except for the nervous person, of course, but he is obviously not.

There is also the crisis of exposure.

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

Cultivating at the age of fifteen, he cultivated the "blood power" in just one year and became a low-ranking blood warrior, even making the viscount's father, who had always ignored him, look at him differently and connected him to the castle.

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

That's right, gone, that is, he's now an "impostor" of the lower blood warriors.

It is conceivable that if the Viscount of Fergus knew that his blood power was gone, his attitude towards him would change, and perhaps he would be immediately expelled from the castle, and the treatment might not even be as good as coming to the castle.

Therefore, although his current life seems to be beautiful, with maids to serve and eat and drink, in fact it is "full of dangers", and he may be kicked out of the castle or even lose his life at any time.

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

The spacious room of more than 20 square meters catches the eye with a row of long cabinets, which are divided into dresses and wardrobes, ordinary clothes wardrobes, and shoe cabinets.

Among them, there are two sets of dresses with beautiful feathers at the shoulders in the dress wardrobe, five sets of ordinary clothes in the ordinary wardrobe, which are slightly plain but still visible in the material, and three pairs of new leather boots in the shoe closet.

These were all things he had purchased since he had come to the castle, and he had not yet come to the castle, and although he would not starve, he would never have been able to wear such good clothes and boots, and in fact, the beautiful valet who was now with him had been assigned to him when he came to the castle two months earlier.

The room is a bed with a white down duvet against the wall, so that two or three people can sleep without looking crowded, and there is a desk and chair by the window.

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

There seemed to be some kind of spice added to the grease burning in the oil lamp, and a faint incense filled the room.

"Brother, where have you been?"

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

The girl's facial features are exquisite, her skin is white and red, and like Gray, she has black hair and blue eyes, and because Gray has appeared, she has a light look on her face.

The girl's name is Sarah. Fergus is Gray's half-sister, with black hair inherited from their mother, who died of depression, and blue eyes inherited from Viscount Fergus.

Like the original owner of the body, she was also admitted to the castle by Viscount Fergus two months ago, and obviously, the reason why the other party was admitted to the castle was most likely because of the importance of his half-brother and half-brother.

After a slight hesitation, Gray stretched out his free hand, touched the girl's head, and spoke.

"I went to the balcony to breathe."

Being so close to a strange girl makes Gray a little uncomfortable, and now he is no longer the girl's brother.

"What's wrong?"

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

The girl Sarah shook her head.

"Don't worry, this is a castle, and the assassins can't sneak in."

Gray smiled and comforted.

"But, they—"

Hearing Gray's reassurance, the worried look on Sarah's face still didn't subside.

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

Gray directly interrupted the other party's words, because there are some words that cannot be spoken, especially in this castle.

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

If it weren't for the timely protection of the Viscount's guards, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to take this body, after all, if his heart was pierced, even if he took it, he would die.

As for the black hand behind the "assassin", he and Sarah have speculations.

In the past 15 years, the original owner of the body has lived outside the castle and there are no guards around him, but he has not been assassinated once, and this time, as soon as he moved into the castle, he was immediately assassinated, and it is clear that the assassination must have some connection with the original owner of the body moving into the castle.

And the original owner of the body moved into the castle, the most unhappy is naturally the viscountess and his two brothers and a sister born to the viscountess, according to his estimates, the black hand behind the scenes is likely to be one of the four or all four people are involved.

In other words, he is probably living with someone who wants to kill him, and he is being watched by the other party with murderous intent, and when he thinks of this, he can't help but feel a haze in his heart.

He really couldn't think of a way to return to the original world, and even if there were, it was definitely not something that the original owner of this body could touch, 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 he could do was to survive in this world, and the people behind the assassins obviously didn't want him to live.

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

"You must heal your injuries as soon as possible, start cultivating, and confirm whether the power of blood has really disappeared, or if it is temporarily hidden because of the injury."

Gray made a secret decision in his heart.

In the face of this hidden crisis, relying on the protection of the guards in the castle, it is obvious that absolute security cannot be achieved, and for the sake of today, the only way to do this is to improve your strength as soon as possible and let yourself have the power to protect yourself.

Moreover, if it was the worst-case scenario, his blood power had indeed disappeared, and he would have to find a way to re-cultivate it, before Viscount Fergus noticed it.

Viscount Fergus is currently his only "umbrella", and if he loses it, his situation will be even more dangerous.

may be driven out of the castle directly, and once he is kicked out of the castle, the mastermind hidden in the shadows may be able to easily seize the opportunity to kill him, so now he must not lose the "value" of Viscount Fergus.