Half a month later, in the evening, in the dining hall of Viscount Fergus' castle.
On the ceiling, a huge lotus shaped crystal lamp shone brightly. Just one lamp was enough to illuminate the spacious dining hall as if it were daytime.
The crystal lamp wasn't the oil lamp in Gray's room, but a rune lamp made by a runemaster.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the center of the huge lotus shaped crystal was surrounded by a circle of strange runes.
Some of these runes looked like beasts lying on their backs, some looked like the movements of a sacrificial ritual, some looked like snakes standing up … and most of them were strange lines that couldn't be seen.
These rune lamps were extremely expensive to make. Even with the resources of the viscount's family, they couldn't set up one in every room. They could only set it up in some important rooms, such as the banquet hall, the dining hall, the conference room …
Under the illumination of the light, seven people sat around a long dining table.
At the head of the table was a blonde middle-aged man. He wore a long coat with two rows of buttons in front of his chest, and a collar around his neck.
He had a golden beard, a pair of blue eyes, and a dignified aura about him. He was the owner of the viscount's castle, Viscount Emerson Fergus.
Sitting opposite him was a brown-haired woman.
The woman wore a low-cut black gauze dress, and a huge sapphire necklace hung around her neck. Her entire person looked graceful and luxurious.
Although her face was already slightly aged, one could still see the beauty of her youth. It was just that her lips were slightly thin, giving people the impression that she was a mean person.
This person was Viscount Fergus's wife, Milan Harris, a woman from the baron's family.
On the right side of Viscount Fergus sat two men and a woman. They were the eldest brother of this body, Bernal Fergus, the second brother, Elise Fergus, and the third sister, Caroline Fergus.
The first two had inherited Viscount Fergus' blonde hair and blue eyes. The latter's eyes were inherited from Viscount Fergus, but her hair color was inherited from the viscount's wife. She was about a year older than Gray. She was tall and had a high nose bridge. She had the excellent genes of Viscount Fergus and his wife.
On the left side of Fergus sat Gray and his sister, Sarah Fergus.
Both of them had black hair, which they inherited from their mother who died of depression. Their eyes were blue, which they inherited from Viscount Fergus.
Ding ding!
The sound of the table knife clashing with the white porcelain plate was heard.
In the dining hall, Viscount Fogus and the rest had finished their meal. Only Gray was still eating. This was already his second dinner.
This was the first time Gray came to the dining hall for a meal since he was injured.
Seeing Gray eating his second dinner, some of them were calm, such as Viscount Fergus and his wife, and Gray's eldest brother, Bernal. They had heard from the servants that Gray's appetite had increased tremendously in the past few days. He had to eat two servings for every meal.
Some of them stared at Gray in surprise, such as the third sister of this body, Caroline. She was more indifferent and indifferent to the two illegitimate children that her father brought back because they had almost no influence on her.
Ding!
Placing the table knife and silver fork on the porcelain plate, Gray took the tablecloth from the maid beside him and wiped his lips and hands. He appeared to be a little uneasy as he spoke.
"I'm sorry, Father, Madam. My appetite has suddenly increased recently."
He had originally planned to only eat one serving and was going to ask Babla to get another serving when he returned to the bedroom. However, thinking of the sudden increase in his appetite, he was afraid that Viscount Fergus already knew about it, so he didn't hide it anymore.
"It's fine."
Viscount Fergus said faintly.
"You're still growing. You should eat more."
Viscount Fergus's wife, Milan, said with a faint smile on her face.
The smile on her face was perfect and impeccable. It carried a sense of familiarity and didn't seem distant at all.
However, Gray knew that it was all a disguise. She was probably the most unhappy when the original owner of this body and his sister were brought to this castle. After all, they were the children of Viscount Fergus's lover. Which wife would be happy to live with the children of her husband's lover?
Moreover, if that assassination really came from one of the four people, it was likely that this Viscount's wife was the middleman. After all, if she wanted to mobilize people without alerting Viscount Fergus, she could only use her family.
"How are your injuries recovering?"
Viscount Fergus asked again.
"Thank you for your concern, Father. It's almost healed."
Gray said with a slightly "excited" expression.
After saying this, even he felt a burst of goosebumps.
The one in charge of this body was no longer the original Gray. There was no father and son relationship between him and Viscount Fergus. However, in order to not show any abnormalities, he could only "act" like this.
The current him was facing the threat of the mastermind behind the scenes. He simply couldn't leave Viscount Fergus's protection. If he lost Viscount Fergus's protection, the assassin would probably immediately come. Therefore, he couldn't lose Viscount Fergus's protection.
Moreover, he didn't think that Viscount Fergus was really very good to the original owner of this body. At least, it wasn't always like this. In his opinion, Viscount Fergus was a person who cared more about benefits than family.
In the previous sixteen years, Viscount Fergus almost didn't care about the Gray siblings. The number of times he went to see them could be counted on one hand. It was because of this that the two's mother died of depression.
When Gray displayed his outstanding talent as a Blood Warrior, it was as if he had suddenly discovered his conscience and brought the two of them into the castle. Obviously, all of this was because of the talent that Gray had displayed. In the end, it was still because Gray's current talent was worthy of his attention.
"That's good."
Viscount Fergus seemed to be very satisfied with Gray's performance. He said with a faint smile on his face.
"You can ask your elder brother Bernal for advice on cultivation. He is now a middle blood warrior."
"I will, father."
Gray first "respectfully" responded and then looked at his nominal elder brother Bernal.
"When the time comes, I might have to disturb Big Brother Bernal."
"You're welcome at any time."
Bernal said with a sunny smile on his face.
Beside him, Gray's second brother Elise restrained his usual contemptuous expression when he saw Gray because of Viscount Fergus's presence. He coldly watched the two's "interaction".
He did not know much about Gray, but he knew his elder brother well. His hatred and disgust for Gray far exceeded his own.
The conversation after dinner only lasted for a while before it ended. After greeting Sarah, Gray returned to his bedroom and lay on the soft bed. His mind was in a whirl.
"My body is indeed in the midst of some kind of transformation …"
It had been half a month since he last consumed the blood of a blood fiend. In this half a month, his appetite had greatly increased. Every meal was twice that of a normal person, and this was only barely enough to fill his stomach.
If not for the fact that he was afraid of being too abnormal, he had even planned to eat three portions at a time. But after careful consideration, he gave up on this idea.
A meal for two could barely be covered up by his increased appetite, but if it was three portions at a time, that would be too abnormal.
And after eating such a large amount of food, the changes in his body were obvious. His physical fitness was growing at an observable rate every day. After half a month, he could already complete the second posture for the second time.
"And this rapid growth is obviously not due to practicing blood techniques."
In order to determine if this growth was related to the cultivation of the blood technique, he did not practice the blood technique for the entire day yesterday. However, on the second day, he still felt that his body's quality had increased. Moreover, it was not much different from the day before.
Obviously, the increase in his physical fitness did not come from practicing blood techniques. At least, most of the effects did not come from practicing blood techniques, but from some unknown "transformation".
"What kind of transformation is this?
At the end of the transformation, to what extent will my strength increase? "
Gray was almost certain that the reason for this "transformation" was the blood fiend's blood that he consumed a few days ago. But as for what kind of transformation was taking place in his body, and how much his strength would increase at the end of the transformation, he had no idea.
He searched through the memories of the original owner of his body, but there were no memories that had the slightest resemblance to this transformation.
"Now it seems that the blood power of the original owner of this body did not completely disappear, but was only hidden. This conjecture cannot be completely rejected. I'm afraid that only by raising my blood power back to low-level Blood Warrior and seeing if my physical fitness will increase rapidly can I determine the validity of this conjecture."
"Also, the original owner of this body was only an illegitimate child. The level of contact he had was too low, and the amount of information he knew was too little. It seems that I need to go to the castle's library tomorrow to look up books related to blood techniques."
No matter how he thought about it, he could not come up with a reason. Gray skipped over matters related to the transformation of his body, and thought about the benefits this transformation brought.
"This transformation allows my physical fitness to increase rapidly. For me, this is absolutely good news."
At his current rate of improvement, he was afraid that it would only take a little more than a month for his strength to return to low-level Blood Warrior. At that time, the risk of him being exposed would be greatly reduced.
In the entire castle, Viscount Fergus and the others did not know much about him. They only knew that he had already practiced blood power and had reached the realm of low-level Blood Warrior. After all, they had only known each other for a little more than two months.
And as long as he regained the strength of a low-level Blood Warrior, the possibility of him being exposed could be said to be extremely small.