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Need to pay more.

This sentence always made Aaron feel like he had heard it somewhere before.

But at the moment, Aaron really didn't have the capital to bargain with Reynolds, so he could only grit his teeth and agree.

Reynold did not open his mouth like the lion he imagined. Instead, he said lightly: "A gold coin from the Kingdom of Algrant. In addition, you owe me a favor."

Garcia and Alice, who were acting as backdrops, couldn't help but look at Aaron. Garcia and Aaron were not particularly familiar with each other, but Alice was different!

Alice, who knew Aaron well, couldn't help but be surprised when she heard Reynolds' words.

When did Aaron's favor become so great?

Can Reynold want a favor?

Is it because of Boss Gade?

Or for other reasons...

Thinking of this, Alice's eyes flashed.

However, only the person involved, Aaron himself, knew the reason.

The first sentence was indeed meant for him, but the latter sentence was spoken by Reynolds while staring at his chest.

He seemed to have realized Ruoskia's identity before.

What he wants is not Aaron's favor, but Ruoskia's favor.

"Promise him, but only if he is saved."

Ruosiqia was silent for a breath and said decisively.

Since the old man didn't have any objections, Aaron naturally didn't dare to have any objections. He could only say for Ruosqia: "Reynold, we have to save him."

"I heard that they all believe in a certain spider. Hehe, I can't guarantee that..."

Although Reynold said he couldn't guarantee it, he acted quickly.

He casually took out a sharp dagger from his waist and lightly cut his wrist. Bright red blood immediately flowed out from the wound.

However, just like the blood eater Aaron had seen before, the blood that had left Reynold's body was strangely suspended in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into a ball of blood the size of an ordinary person's fist.

"The best possibility is of course that he can survive. The worst possibility..." Reynold stroked the rapidly healing wound and said casually: "I'm afraid he will be deformed and become an evil thing on the spot, even if he is a cultist. , but this is my blood, the blood from the Blood Ancestor..."

When he mentioned the Blood Ancestor, his expression became more serious and his words were full of pride.

It was only then that Aaron could slightly feel the traces of a cultist.

"It's hard to imagine that he is actually a cultist..."

Aaron couldn't help but communicate with the old man in his heart.

"Oh, boy, you will know later. Cultists... are also divided into corresponding levels. What you saw before were just a group of beasts contaminated by the aura of the cult."

As he spoke, the blood ball in front of Reynold silently sank into the body of the drow.

"Since he is a drow, I will help you. I will activate the vitality and potential in his body as much as possible. In this way, even if he can be rescued, he will not be able to do anything in a short time. The only drawback is that you have to Just carry him and walk."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but add: "Don't let me carry him unless you pay more."

Aaron selectively ignored the second half of his sentence and subconsciously stared at the drow in front of him.

This ball of blood was more like some kind of living thing. As soon as it entered the body of the drow, it began to squirm around restlessly.

At the same time, some kind of gravity seemed to emanate from the body of the drow, causing the blood that was still flowing or even semi-coagulated to flow again, and then drilled back along the wound.

Like strips of blood-red earthworms, the blood quickly bulged and sunk under the skin's surface along the blood vessels.

This change was so intense that it even made Aaron vaguely feel that the drow elf in front of him seemed to have gained a little weight.

An inexplicable aura spread out, carrying a rusty aura like blood.

Vaguely, Aaron could feel the vitality in it.

In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a rushing river of blood. The blood of countless creatures merged into one place, passed by his eyes, and rushed into an unreachable distance.

【The aura of cult is detected...

The breath is too thin to condense the knowledge points. 】

At this time, the system popped up a prompt again.

At this time, Aaron did not continue to pay attention to the system prompts, but looked at the drow in front of him seriously.

This small group of Renold's blood is like a vast ocean, continuously providing vitality, like a river pouring into a small dry pond, watering it drop by drop.

"People live in blood and die in blood..."

Reynolds recited an inexplicable prayer at this moment, adding a bit of sacredness to the strange scene in front of him.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Aaron was inexplicably in awe of this so-called blood eater.

Most of the people he had come into contact with before were cultists such as the Human-Faced Rat and the Creeping Hand. They were all bronze or silver-level cultists. Most of their weird methods were tainted with a strong cult atmosphere. At first glance, they seemed It's not a good thing.

But Reynold's behavior in front of him was different. Even his unknown magic also had a cult atmosphere, but its effect... allowed Aaron to see miracles such as "living and dead people, flesh and white bones" for the first time.

Reynold did save the drow with a small glob of his own blood.

Even without aura detection, Aaron could feel the drow's injuries healing rapidly with his naked eyes.

Although he will be contaminated with a lot of cult atmosphere because of this, compared to losing his life, this loss is indeed nothing.

Even if he wanted to object, his objection would definitely be ineffective.

"Weird..." Ruoskia muttered in a low voice.

"how?"

"Logically speaking, drow elves should believe in the Spider Mother Goddess. No matter what, it should conflict with the evil spirit of the Blood Ancestor, but why now..."

"So, can he be saved?"

"Theoretically it's not possible, but in fact it's possible. It's kind of interesting."

Listening to Ruosiqia's words, Aaron really couldn't complain.

From the beginning of the co-authorship, you knew that there was a high probability that it would not be saved?

Are you really just saving me for fun?

"Boy, let me remind you, don't forget, he was injured and was trying to avoid some kind of pursuit..."

Ruosiqia quickly diverted Aaron's attention.

Hearing the reminder, Aaron's eyes couldn't help but condense, and he subconsciously looked at where the drow came from.

Before, all his energy was involved in how to save the drow, and he really did not delve into this issue.

And since the old man has already said so...

There was a rustling sound, and a slightly strange little sound came from the forest, as if something was approaching.