In the past six years, Claire's allies have become fewer and fewer, and in the last two or three years, no outsiders have visited their home again.

My mother and my younger siblings were afraid every day that someone would suddenly assassinate them, and they didn't even dare to go out of their homes.

In addition to the suppression of Count Billy, the more important reason was that with the death of his father, their family connections were almost cut off. Even my grandmother and grandfather cut off contact with Claire.

Supporting this family for six years, from being completely suppressed at the beginning, to being at a disadvantage now, Claire is confident that he can keep up with Earl Billy's 'rhythm', but the biggest problem lies in his body.

After more than three years of lung disease, it is getting worse and worse, from the occasional light cough at the beginning, to the current serious illness and bed rest, Claire has little energy to think about problems anymore.

It has even reached the point where as long as you sit for half an hour longer, the whole person will gradually turn black in front of his eyes, and then fall into a coma.

He didn't know it was a symptom of a lack of oxygen in his body, but he knew at least one thing.

I can't last long.

I can't even sit for a long time, how to think about things, if I can support this family again.

But today, a man came to me and said, "We can cure you."

Should I believe it or not?

This question, after Claire has slept for a while, there is no doubt about it. He was still young, he didn't want to die, but he wanted to hold on to any hope he had.

And most importantly...... He didn't have a choice.

For several years, only one priest above the rank of bishop had extended an invitation to him.

When Claire woke up, it was already evening. He said to the butler, "Take our two hundred elite soldiers and escort me to the Northwest Church." Also, go to the Mercenary Guild and pay for twenty powerful professionals to accompany you, remember, you must spend enough money and sign the most strict magic contract. ”

The housekeeper's expression was flying, and the young master made a big move, which proved that there was still a glimmer of hope for this family.

He immediately went out to deliver the news. The whole manor seemed to come to life, and the people were full of voices. A two-hundred-man escort was transferred from the barracks farther away, while a twenty-man mercenary escort was soon assembled at the gate of the manor.

Claire's mother and siblings walked outside his room and stood silently as he slowly moved out of the room.

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

Claire looked at the expectant gazes of his mother and younger siblings, and he smiled gently, "It's okay, Mother." You must stay in the manor and never leave no matter what happens. I arranged for a ...... Ahem. ”

Before she could finish speaking, Claire coughed heavily. The butler handed over a white handkerchief.

The handkerchief was removed, and there was a red mark on it.

"Claire." Seeing this scene, the mature lady walked over and hugged her eldest son, choking up and weeping.

The three children also showed worried expressions.

Claire patted her mother's back with her backhand and said, "I'll come back when I'm out for a walk." ”

Then he gently pushed his mother away, and with the help of the butler, he slowly walked downstairs.

Guarded by two hundred soldiers, Claire was helped into a rather ordinary black carriage, and in front of her, there were three ornate tall carriages, each of which sat a young man who looked very much like Claire's body.

Two hundred men marched forward with a mighty huddle, while Claire's carriage was almost left behind, protected by only a few guards.

But these guards were the strongest in the entire Marquis's Palace. Each one of them is a master-level powerhouse.

After evening, there are not many pedestrians on the streets. The convoy went smoothly, but the more than two hundred soldiers guarding it, as well as the twenty mercenaries, each of them had a rather solemn expression.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for such a team to be attacked by people who do not open their eyes. But just as Claire expected, they were attacked three times along the way, each one more powerful.

Only halfway along the road, nearly a hundred soldiers were already incapacitated or killed.

But the convoy is still moving forward.

In the rickety carriage, Claire's face became whiter and whiter, and her coughing became more and more intense.

"Another wave of attacks, and our soldiers will collapse." Claire said lightly: "We can't go to the Northwest Church, Count Billy should see my move." ”

The housekeeper listened to the shouting outside: "Young master, don't you feel afraid?" ”

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

The housekeeper's old face was full of tears: "You haven't married a wife, and you don't have offspring, how can you be a master." ”

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

Jeff took Claire's thin hand and sobbed silently.

"When I got back, I took my mother and younger siblings away, and if Billy had any scruples, they might have a chance of surviving......

Clouds of black blood spat out of his mouth.

Master! Jeff yelled.

Claire slumped into her seat, her breath fading.

Jeff fell to his knees, helpless.

The shouts outside the convoy became quieter and quieter, and more and more men in black began to surround the inconspicuous carriage.

There were only more than twenty people outside the car who were struggling to support themselves, and more than a dozen of them were mercenaries.

Soon, even the mercenaries gave up resistance and threw their weapons aside. About a hundred or so men in black surrounded the carriage, and they didn't move, just watched, listening to Jeff's terrible cries inside.

If nothing else, from tonight onwards, the Marquis Claire's family will disappear forever.

But accidents happen occasionally.

At first, only the outer layer of the man in black felt as if there was a faint rustle around him. But it didn't take long for the rustles to get louder and louder, even drowning out Jeff's cries.

Then the men in black looked back and saw that they were surrounded. In the darkness, countless white spiders poured out, each spider was the size of a fist adult's head, and countless plural numbers reflected a pale green shimmer in the moonlight, densely spread on the ground, like a sea of Penglian with no end in sight.

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

Spiders are already very chilling to look at, and if there is no means to deal with it, the 'Spider Sea' can make the toughest tough guy become a coward.

A beautiful woman in white walks through the sea of spiders, and wherever she passes, the spiders automatically separate a path.

The silver moon, the white sea of spiders, and a beautiful woman in white standing in it. Although the face is gloomy and cold, when combined, it can also give people a strange sense of evil beauty.

"Listen, the man in black in front of me is my patient in the carriage. If you don't want to die, leave yourself. ”

The woman's words were cold and arrogant, and although these people in black looked at the scalps of those spiders tingling, they took the initiative to rush forward when they heard this.

If the spider is bigger, just step on it.

"Look for death!"

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

The people in black are very powerful, and they can kill two or three spiders with a single sword, but the problem is that these spiders explode the moment they are avoided from death.

The corrosive juice splattered everywhere, squeaked and smoked when it touched the clothes, and when it hit the skin, you could see the skin turn black at a rapid rate, and then smoke, revealing the flesh inside.

The screams were incessant.

These men in black are all physical professions, and they can't effectively target this kind of self-destructing bug.

The outermost man in black screamed and covered his face and fell, or threw away his clothes and made him retreat. But the spiders came like a tidal wave, drowning more than a hundred men in black in less than ten seconds.

After about twenty seconds, the more than 100 people in black all disappeared, and there was not even a trace of blood on the ground.

Then the spider departed like a tidal wave, and there was not a single dead spider on the road.

Monica walked over to the carriage.

The dozen or so mercenaries guarding the carriage immediately threw away their weapons and surrendered with both hands.

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

A group of people shook their heads vigorously, in unison.

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

More than a dozen mercenaries nodded again and again, stopped picking up their weapons, and ran away.

Monica stepped into the carriage and saw the butler-like man kneeling in front of a young man, crying hoarsely.

"It can't be dead."

Monica crouched down, gently pressed Claire's neck, then grabbed the collar on the latter's chest, lifted him out of the carriage, and threw the man to the ground.

The butler ran out of it and yelled angrily, "What do you want to do! ”

Monica slapped the butler aside with a backhand and scolded, "Don't run over here to get in the way, old thing." ”

Then a transparent magic ball appeared in Monica's left hand, which looked like a huge water droplet, and then the water droplet sank into Claire's body.

The housekeeper next to him jumped up from the ground, regardless of the fact that his left cheek was swollen into a steamed bun, rushed over and hugged Claire, glaring at Monica angrily: "Woman, what do you want to do!" ”

Monica sneered, walked up, and slapped the butler to the ground again, this time on the right cheek.

The housekeeper was swollen left and right.

"It's symmetrical." Monica clapped her hands and looked comfortable.

Then she looked at Claire still lying on the ground, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, then she raised her leg and kicked Claire in the stomach hard, scolding: "Sleep on, get out of me!" ”