Noble Emblem

Over the past six years, Claire has had fewer and fewer allies, and in the last two or three years, no outsiders have visited their home.

My mother and younger brothers and sisters were terrified every day, fearing that someone would suddenly assassinate them, and they no longer even dared to go out of their homes.

In addition to Earl Billy's suppression, the more important reason was that with the death of his father, their family's connections were almost cut off. Even grandma and grandpa have cut off all contact with Claire.

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

The lung disease that has lasted for more than three years has become more and more serious. From the occasional mild cough at the beginning to being seriously ill and bedridden now, Claire no longer has much energy to think about problems.

It has even reached the point where if you just sit for half an hour longer, your eyes will gradually turn black and you will fall into coma.

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

I can't hold on much longer.

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 over and said: We can cure your disease.

Should you believe it?

After Claire had a good sleep, there was no doubt about this question. He is still young, he doesn't want to die, and he wants to seize any little bit of hope.

And most importantly...he had no choice.

In the past few years, only one priest above the bishop level has extended an invitation to him.

When Claire woke up, it was already evening. He said to the housekeeper: "Take our two hundred most elite soldiers and escort me to the Northwest Church. In addition, go to the mercenary union and spend money to hire twenty powerful professionals to accompany you. Remember, you must spend enough money. And sign the strictest magic contract."

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

He immediately went out to deliver the message. The whole manor seemed to come alive, and there was a buzz of people. A guard team of 200 people was mobilized from a military camp further away, and a mercenary guard team of 20 people also quickly gathered at the entrance of the manor.

Claire's mother and brothers and sisters walked to and stood outside his room, watching quietly as he slowly moved out of the room.

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

Claire looked at the expectant eyes of his mother and younger siblings. He smiled gently and said, "It can be done, mother. You must stay in the manor and never leave no matter what happens. I have arranged for nursing... cough cough. "

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

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

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

The three children also showed worried expressions.

Claire patted her mother's back gently with her backhand and said, "I'll be back after I go out for a walk."

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

Under the guard of two hundred soldiers, Claire was helped into a rather ordinary black pony carriage. In front, there were three gorgeous tall carriages, each with a young man who looked very similar to Claire. .

Two hundred people supported the convoy forward in a mighty manner, while Claire's carriage almost fell behind, protected only by a few guards.

But these guards are the strongest in the entire Marquis Mansion. Everyone is a master-level strongman.

After evening, there are not many pedestrians on the streets. The convoy moved smoothly, but the expressions of each of the more than 200 soldiers and 20 mercenaries escorting them were quite solemn.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a team to be attacked by blind people. But just as Claire expected, they encountered three attacks on the road, each one more severe than the last.

Only halfway through the journey, nearly a hundred soldiers had already lost their ability to fight or died.

But the team is still moving forward.

In the rickety carriage, Claire's face became paler and her cough became more intense.

"With another wave of attacks, our soldiers will collapse." Claire said calmly: "We can't reach the northwest church. Count Billy should have seen my move."

The housekeeper listened to the shouts of death outside: "Young Master, don't you feel scared?"

"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. He has been awake longer today than the previous three days combined: "You should call me master." Or the Marquis."

The old housekeeper's face was full of tears: "You haven't married a wife, and you don't have any children yet, how can you do this?"

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

Jeff held Claire's thin hand and burst into tears.

"After returning home, I took the initiative to take my mother and younger brothers and sisters away. If Billy had any scruples, they might have hope of surviving..."

Gobs of black blood spat out of his mouth.

Master! Jeff yelled.

Claire slumped down on her seat, her breath gradually weakening.

Jeff fell to his knees, helpless.

The shouts of death outside the motorcade became smaller and smaller, and more and more men in black began to surround this inconspicuous carriage.

There were only about twenty people outside the car struggling to support themselves, a dozen of them were mercenaries.

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

If nothing goes wrong, starting tonight, the Marquis Claire family will disappear.

But accidents happen occasionally.

At first, only the man in black on the outside felt a faint rustling sound coming from the surroundings. But before long, the rustling sounds grew 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 came out. Each spider was as big as a fist or an adult's head. Countless spiders reflected the light green light under the moonlight, and they were densely packed on the ground, as if they were invisible. The edge of the Lotus Sea.

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

Things like spiders are inherently chilling to look at, but if there is no way to deal with them, the 'Sea of ​​Spiders' can turn even the strongest tough guy into a coward.

A beautiful woman in white walked through the sea of ​​spiders. Wherever she passed, the spiders automatically separated a path.

Silver moon, a sea of ​​white spiders, and a beautiful woman in white standing among them. Although the face has a cold look, when combined, it can also give people a strange evil beauty.

"Listen to the men in black in front, the people in the carriage are my patients. If you don't want to die, just leave by yourself."

The woman's words were cold and arrogant. Although these men in black felt their scalps numb when looking at the spiders, they rushed forward after hearing these words.

There's nothing wrong with a bigger spider, just crush it to death.

"court death!"

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

The men in black are very powerful and can kill two or three spiders with one sword. But the problem is that the spiders explode themselves the moment they are avoided.

The corrosive juice splashes everywhere, squeaks and smokes when it touches the clothes, and when it touches the skin, you can see that the skin turns black at an extremely fast speed, and then smokes, revealing the flesh and blood inside.

The screams were endless.

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

The men in black on the outermost side screamed, covered their faces and fell down, or threw away their clothes and retreated. But the spiders came like a tide, drowning more than a hundred men in black in less than ten seconds.

About twenty seconds later, all the more than a hundred men in black disappeared, and there was not even a trace of blood on the ground.

Then the spiders left like a tide, and there was not even a dead spider on the road.

Monica walked to the carriage.

The dozen mercenaries guarding the carriage immediately threw away their weapons and made a gesture of surrender with their hands.

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

A group of people shook their heads vigorously in unison.

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

A dozen mercenaries nodded repeatedly, dropped their weapons, and ran away.

Monica stepped onto the carriage and saw a man who looked like a butler kneeling in front of a young man, crying until his voice became hoarse.

"It's not like he's already dead."

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

The housekeeper ran out from inside and yelled in shock and anger: "What do you want to do!"

Monica slapped the housekeeper aside with a backhand slap, and cursed: "Don't come here and get in the way, old guy."

Then a transparent magic ball appeared in Monica's left hand, which looked like a huge drop of water, and then the drop of water 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 bun, he rushed over to hug Claire and glared at Monica: "Woman, what on earth do you want to do!"

Monica sneered, walked up and slapped the housekeeper again, sending him flying to the ground. This time she hit the right cheek.

The housekeeper was swollen on both sides.

"It's symmetrical now." Monica clapped her hands, looking comfortable.

Then she looked at Claire still lying on the ground, frowned slightly, then raised her leg, kicked Claire hard in the stomach, and cursed: "Why are you sleeping? Get out of here!"