In fact, the original owner of this body was already "overwhelmed by the favor" at that time.
As an illegitimate child who was not valued, he had originally thought that he would not have the opportunity to cultivate blood techniques. After all, such a situation was very common in noble families.
"My body is clearly restless. This restlessness will only appear when I have the corresponding bloodline. Clearly, the Wind Wolf bloodline has not disappeared."
When a person with a bloodline cultivated the corresponding bloodline, their body would show obvious agitation. Every inch of the body's muscle tissue would be extremely active, as if lead and mercury were washing through the body. However, a person without the corresponding bloodline would not have such a feeling.
He could clearly feel this feeling just now, which meant that the Wind Wolf bloodline implanted in his body had not disappeared. This was obviously good news for him.
After all, if the Wind Wolf bloodline disappeared, with his current status, he would not be able to bypass Viscount Fergus and implant the Wind Wolf bloodline again.
"Looks like your body has not fully recovered!"
At this time, Bernal, who had rested and was preparing to cultivate again, walked up and said to Gray.
He naturally noticed Gray's sweaty appearance, but he thought that it was because Gray's body had not fully recovered and his strength had not yet recovered.
"Yes, Brother Bernal. I'll take my leave first."
Gray's face revealed a trace of "helplessness" from not being able to continue cultivating.
"Go, take care of yourself!"
Bernal's face had a smile like a spring breeze, like a good brother who cared for his younger brother. However, no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.
Receiving the towel handed over by his personal maid, Gray wiped himself and then walked along the corridor back to his residence in the castle.
The personal maid's name was Barbara. She did not have a surname. To a commoner, a surname was a luxury in this world, and only nobles and their descendants could have one.
Therefore, when a person's name had a surname, even if they were not nobles, they would have some kind of relationship with nobles.
Pa pa pa!
Gray walked along the corridor and came face to face with a young man and a maid following behind him. He was walking towards Gray.
The young man had dazzling blonde hair and was slightly older than Gray. He should be around 17 or 18 years old. He had a high nose bridge and a handsome face, but there was a hint of arrogance on his face.
Stopping in his tracks, Gray tried his best to imitate the tone of the original owner of this body.
"Brother Elise."
The young man was the second son of the Viscount, which was also the second brother of this body.
"Hmph."
Faced with Gray's greeting, the young man snorted coldly and walked past Gray. Instead, it was the male and female servants following behind him who bowed to Gray.
Receiving such a cold response, Gray did not mind. He did not have the slightest intention of pleasing the young man in front of him. The reason why he did this was only to maintain superficial etiquette so that he would not be picked on.
In fact, compared to Bernal, the eldest brother of this body, he was more willing to deal with this "second brother" in front of him, who always showed his emotions on his face.
This was because people like this were simpler. It was easy to distinguish friend from foe and would not act one way in front of others. It was easier to deal with people like this.
For the next few days, Gray persisted in practicing the blood technique "Wolf of Wind" twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon.
After a few days of practice, he gradually had an idea of the condition of this body.
Although this body had lost the power of blood, its innate talent should not have been abolished or damaged.
After a few days of practice, he could clearly feel that his physical fitness had increased slightly. Compared to the first time the original owner of this body had practiced, the progress of his practice was almost the same.
However, the original owner of this body had practiced for a full year before he was able to practice the power of blood. If he wanted to practice the power of blood, he would obviously need to practice for at least a year. To be honest, he had no confidence that he would not be exposed in this one year.
Originally, with the physical fitness of a lower blood warrior, practicing the "Wolf of Wind" twice in a row was not a problem at all. However, he had been using the excuse that his body had not fully recovered as an excuse to practice only once. If he took too long, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.
Although he could find a remote place to practice, the entire castle was filled with Viscount Fergus's spies. It could be said that it was extremely difficult to not be noticed.
"Young Master Gray, this is your share for this month."
At this moment, the maid Barbara walked in with a tray in her hands. On the tray was a bronze container the size of a wine cup. Inside the container was more than half a cup of red liquid.
"Just put it here."
Gray pointed to the tea table beside him and said.
The maid Barbara placed the tray on the tea table. Gray waved his hand, indicating for her to leave. His gaze, on the other hand, was looking at the liquid in the bronze container. The thick smell of blood had already entered his nose.
The liquid in the bronze container was indeed blood. However, it was not ordinary blood, but the blood of the blood beast, the Wind Wolf.
The blood of blood beasts generally had two uses. One was to extract the essence of the blood to implant into the bloodline. The other was to be consumed during daily practice.
As a blood warrior who practiced blood techniques, consuming the blood of the corresponding blood beast was extremely beneficial to their practice. Therefore, any family that could afford it would hunt or purchase the blood of the corresponding blood beast for their descendants to consume.
However, although this type of blood was not as precious as blood essence, it was still extremely valuable. Therefore, even in the Fergus family, every descendant only had one chance to consume it every month.
Gray extended his hand and picked up the bronze container. Although he was extremely resistant to drinking blood, his current situation was not the time to be "hesitant". If he could slightly increase the speed of his practice, he would definitely not miss this opportunity.
"Gugu ~ ~ ~"
Forcefully enduring the smell of blood, Gray swallowed it down in one gulp, just like when he drank syrup when he was young.
His mouth was filled with the taste of blood. A wave of disgust arose in Gray's heart. He resisted the urge to vomit. Suddenly, his expression changed.
"How can there be … such a strong effect?"
At this moment, a burning sensation appeared in his stomach. Then, his face and neck turned red. His entire body was like a cooked lobster.
His face was bright red, showing an abnormal shade of crimson.
With his stomach as the center, a terrifying heat radiated outwards. He felt as if his entire body was being roasted in flames. Drops of sweat slid down his forehead.
"What … is going on?"
The blood of a blood beast was a high-grade item. Before the original owner of this body came to the castle, he naturally did not have the opportunity to consume it. However, in the two months since the original owner of this body came to the castle, he had consumed it twice.
He had consumed the blood twice, and each time, his Blood Force had increased slightly. It was obvious that the effect of this blood beast's blood was very significant.