Over the past six years, Claire's allies have become fewer and fewer, and in the last two or three years, no outsider has visited their home.

Mother and younger brothers and sisters are terrified every day, for fear that someone will assassinate them suddenly, and they dare not go out.

In addition to the suppression by Count Billy, the more important reason was that as his father died, their family's connections were almost cut off. Even the grandmother and grandfather's side cut off their relationship with Claire.

Supporting this family for six years, from being completely suppressed from the beginning to the current situation, Claire is confident that he can keep up with Count Billy's 'rhythm', but the biggest problem is his body.

For more than three years, the lung disease has become more and more severe. From the occasional mild cough at the beginning to the severely ill bed, Claire has not had much energy to think about the problem.

It has even arrived. As long as you sit for half an hour, the whole person will gradually become black and then coma.

He didn't know it was a symptom of hypoxia, but he knew at least one thing.

I won't be able to last long.

I ca n’t even sit for a long time, how to think about things, and if I support this family again.

But today, someone came and said: we can cure your illness.

Should I believe it?

There was no question about this after Claire had slept. He is still young, he doesn't want to die, but whenever there is any little hope, he wants to seize it.

And most importantly ... he had no choice.

In recent years, only one priest above bishop level has invited him.

When Claire woke up, it was already evening. He said to the housekeeper, "Bring our two hundred best soldiers and **** me to the Northwestern Church. In addition, go to the mercenary union and spend twenty strong professionals with you. Remember, you must spend enough money And sign the strictest magic contract. "

The steward's expression fluttered, and the young master made a big move, which proved that the family still had a glimmer of hope.

He immediately went out to deliver the message. The whole manor seemed to be alive, and it was full of people. A two-hundred-person guard mobilized from another barracks, and a twenty-member mercenary guard quickly assembled at the gate of the manor.

Claire's mother and brothers and sisters stood outside his room and watched him slowly move out of the room.

"Claire, can you cure your body this time?"

Claire looked at the expectation of his mother and brothers and sisters. He smiled gently: "Okay, mother. You must stay in the manor, no matter what happens, you can't leave. I arranged for care ... keke. "

Without talking, Claire coughed again. The housekeeper handed a white handkerchief.

The handkerchief was removed, with a red mark on it.

"Claire." The mature lady saw this, walked over and hugged her eldest son, sobbing and crying.

The three children also showed worried expressions.

Claire patted his mother's back with a backhand and said, "I'll be back when I go out."

Then he gently pushed his mother away, and with the help of the housekeeper, walked slowly down the stairs.

Under the arch guard of two hundred soldiers, Claire was escorted into a rather ordinary black pony carriage, and in front, there were three gorgeous tall carriages, each seated on a young man similar to Claire's figure .

Two hundred people bravely supported the team forward, and Claire's carriage was almost at the end, protected by only a few guards.

But these guards are the strongest in the entire Marquis House. Each is a master-class powerhouse.

In the evening, there are not many pedestrians on the street. The convoy went smoothly, but each of the more than two hundred soldiers guarding it and twenty mercenaries looked very dignified.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for such a team to have unsightly people attack. But as Claire had expected, they encountered three attacks on the road, one worse than the other.

Only halfway through the road, nearly a hundred soldiers have lost their combat capabilities or died.

But the team is still moving forward.

In the wobbly carriage, Claire's face became whiter and his coughing became more intense.

"With another wave of attacks, our soldiers are about to collapse," Claire said lightly, "we can't get to the Northwest Church, and Count Billy should see me this move."

The steward listened to the outside shouting and crying: "Young Master, don't you feel afraid?"

"Why do you call me a young master, my father has been dead for so many years." Claire's body is getting weaker and weaker, and his awake time today is longer than the previous three days combined: "You should call me master Or Lord Marquis. "

The old steward's face was full of tears: "You haven't married your wife, and you haven't had offspring, how can you do it master?"

"Yeah ..." Claire's eyes closed gradually, and his voice became lighter and lighter: "Jeff, don't worry, you won't be in danger. Billy will only drag me to death, he won't take the initiative to kill He can't afford the consequences. But if I die, there is no problem. "

Jeff held Claire's thin hand and wept silently.

"After returning, I took the initiative to take my mother and younger siblings away. If Billy has some scruples, they may hope to survive ..."

A mass of black blood spit out of his mouth.

Master! Jeff shouted.

Claire leaned diagonally into his seat, his breath fading.

Jeff fell on his knees, helpless.

The shouting and killing outside the convoy was getting smaller and smaller, and more and more people in black began to surround this humble carriage.

There are only more than 20 people struggling to support outside the car, of which more than a dozen are mercenaries.

Soon, even the mercenaries gave up resistance and threw their weapons aside. About a hundred people in black surrounded the carriage, and they didn't do anything, just looked at it, listening to the screaming cry of Jeff inside.

If nothing else, the Marquis of Clare will disappear from tonight.

But accidents happen occasionally.

At first, the man in black only felt that there was a faint rustle. But it didn't take long for these rustling sounds to grow louder, louder, and even cover Jeff's cry.

Then the people in black looked back and found that they were surrounded. In the darkness, countless white spiders emerged, and each spider had the size of a fist's adult head. Countless plural numbers reflected the pale green shimmer in the moonlight, densely paved, as if invisible Marginal Penglian Sea.

The scalp of every man in black was tense, and the cold hair on his body was up.

Spiders are a kind of thing that makes people look cold all over the body. If there is no coping means, 'Spider Sea' can turn the strongest tough guy into an egg.

A beautiful woman in white came over in the sea of ​​spiders, and wherever she went, the spiders automatically separated a path.

Silver Moon, the white spider sea, and a beautiful woman in white stood among them. Although the coldness of one face, when combined, it can also give people a strange evil beauty.

"The man in black in front listen, my patient is in the carriage. If you don't want to die, leave yourself."

The words of the women were cold and arrogant. Although these people in black looked at the scalp of the spiders, they rushed to hear the words.

What is bigger spider, just step on it.

"court death!"

Then the spiders flew up and hugged the faces of those in black directly.

People in black are very powerful. One sword can hack two or three spiders, but the problem is that the moment these spiders are avoided, they explode.

The juice with corrosive ability splashes everywhere, and when it touches the clothes, it creaks and smokes. When it sticks to the skin, you can see that the skin turns black at a very fast speed, and then smoke, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

The screams continued.

These men in black are all physics professionals and cannot effectively target this self-explosive bug.

The outermost man in black, screaming, covered his face and fell, or threw away his clothes and pulled back. But the spiders surged in like a tide, drowning more than a hundred people in black in less than ten seconds.

About twenty seconds later, all of the more than one hundred men in black disappeared, not even a little blood on the ground.

Then the spider left like a tide, without a dead spider on the road.

Monica walked to the carriage.

A dozen mercenaries guarding the carriage immediately threw their weapons and surrendered with their hands.

"What did you see just now?" Monica asked with a smile.

A group of people shook their heads fiercely and uniformly.

Monica continued: "I don't want to see you again in this city, understand?"

More than a dozen mercenaries nodded their heads, their weapons were gone, and they ran away.

Monica stepped onto the carriage and saw the steward-like man kneeling in front of a young man, crying dumbly.

"It won't be dead."

Monica crouched down, pressed lightly on Claire's neck, then carried the collar of the latter's chest, carried him out of the carriage, and threw the person to the ground.

The housekeeper ran out of it ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ shouting in anger: "What do you want to do!"

Monica slapped the housekeeper back with a slap, cursing: "Don't run over to get in the way, old thing."

Then a transparent magic ball appeared in Monica's left hand, looking like a huge drop of water, and then the drop fell into Claire's body.

The steward next to him jumped from the ground, ignoring the appearance of a **** swollen on his left cheek, rushed to hold Claire, and glared at Monica: "Woman, what do you want!"

Monica sneered, walked up again, and slapped the housekeeper to the ground again, this time with her right face.

The steward swelled from left to right.

"It's symmetrical now." Monica clapped her hands, a look of comfort.

Then she looked at Claire still lying on the ground, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, then lifted her legs, and kicked her feet on Claire's stomach, cursing: "What do you sleep, please roll me up!" Noble coat of arms