Over the past six years, Claire has fewer and fewer allies. In the past two or three years, no outsiders have visited their home.
The mother, younger siblings, and their brothers and sisters were terrified every day, for fear that someone would suddenly assassinate them, and they didn't even dare to go out of the house.
In addition to Earl Billy's suppression, the more important reason was that with the passing of their father, their family's connections were almost cut off. Even grandma and grandpa cut off contact with Claire.
Having supported this family for six years, from being completely suppressed at the beginning to being at a disadvantage now, Claire is confident that she can keep up with Count Billy's 'rhythm', but the biggest problem lies in his body.
The lung disease for more than three years is getting worse and worse. From the occasional mild cough at the beginning to the current bedridden serious illness, Claire has no energy to think about the problem anymore.
It has even reached the point where, as long as you sit for half an hour longer, your eyes will gradually turn black and you will become unconscious.
He didn't know that this was a symptom of the body's lack of oxygen, but he also understood at least one thing.
I can't last long.
You can't even sit for a long time, how to think about things, if you can support this family again.
But today, a man ran over and said: We can cure your disease.
Should I believe it
This question, after Claire fell asleep, there was no doubt about it. He is still young, he doesn't want to die, but he wants to hold on to any little 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 steward: "Take two hundred of our most elite soldiers and escort me to the Northwest Church. Also, 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 housekeeper's expression was high, 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 alive, full of voices. A guard of 200 people was mobilized from a further military camp, and a mercenary guard of 20 people quickly assembled at the gate of the manor.
Claire's mother and younger siblings went to stand outside his room, quietly watching him slowly move out of the room.
"Claire, can you heal your body this time?"
Claire looked at the expectant eyes of his mother and younger siblings, and smiled gently: "It's possible, mother. You must stay in the manor, no matter what happens, you can't leave. I arranged for a nurse... cough cough."
Before he could finish speaking, Claire coughed heavily again. The butler handed him a white handkerchief.
The handkerchief was removed, and there was a mass of red marks on it.
"Claire." The mature lady watched this scene, walked over to hold her eldest son, choked with tears.
The three children also showed worried expressions.
Claire patted her mother's back lightly with her backhand, and said, "I'll be back when I go out for a walk."
Then he gently pushed his mother away, and walked downstairs slowly with the support of the housekeeper.
Under the guard of two hundred soldiers, Claire was helped into a rather ordinary black carriage, and in front, there were three gorgeous high-headed carriages, each of which sat a young man who was very similar to Claire. .
Two hundred people marched forward to support the convoy, while Claire's carriage was almost at the end, protected only by a few guards.
But these guards are the most powerful in the entire Marquis's Mansion. Everyone is a master-level powerhouse.
After evening, there are not many pedestrians on the street. The convoy went smoothly, but the expressions of each of the more than 200 guards and twenty mercenaries were quite solemn.
It stands to reason that 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 time getting worse.
Only halfway through the road, nearly a hundred soldiers have already lost their fighting ability or died.
But the team is still moving forward.
In the rickety carriage, Claire's face became paler and her cough became more intense.
"If there is another wave of attacks, our soldiers will collapse." Claire said flatly, "We can't reach the Northwest Church. Earl Billy should have seen my move."
The housekeeper heard the shouts of killing 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 became weaker and weaker, and he was awake longer today than the previous three days combined: "You should call me master Or the Marquis."
The butler's face was full of tears: "You haven't married a wife, and you don't have any offspring yet, how can you be a master."
"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 Me, he can't afford the consequences. But if I die of illness, there is no problem."
Jeff took Claire's thin hand, weeping uncontrollably.
"After returning, I took the initiative to take my mother and younger brothers and sisters away. If Billy had any scruples, they might have the hope of surviving..."
Clouds of black blood spat out from his mouth.
Master! Jeff yelled.
Claire slumped down on the seat, her breath gradually weakening.
Jeff fell to his knees, bewildered.
The shouts outside the convoy became smaller and smaller, and more and more men in black began to surround the unremarkable carriage.
There were only 20 people outside the car struggling to support them, more than a dozen of them were mercenaries.
Soon, even the mercenaries gave up their resistance and threw their weapons aside. About a hundred men in black surrounded the carriage, and they didn't do anything, they just looked at it and listened to Jeff's mournful cry inside.
If there is no accident, starting tonight, the Marquis Clare's family will disappear from now on.
But accidents do happen occasionally.
At first, only the man in black on the outer layer felt a faint rustling sound coming from the surroundings. But it didn't take long for these rustling noises to grow louder and louder, even drowning out Jeff's crying.
Then the men in black looked back and saw that they were surrounded. In the darkness, countless white spiders sprang out, and each spider was as big as a fist adult's head. Under the moonlight, countless plurals reflected the faint green light, spreading densely on the ground, like an invisible field. The marginal Penglian Sea.
The scalps of every man in black were tense, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
Things like spiders are already very chilling to look at. If there is no way to deal with them, the 'Spider Sea' can turn the strongest tough guy into a coward.
A beautiful woman in white came walking through the sea of spiders. Wherever she passed, the spiders automatically diverted a path.
Silver Moon, a sea of white spiders, and a beautiful woman in white standing in it. Although there is a gloomy and cold look on his face, but combined, it can also give people a strange and evil beauty.
"Listen, the man in black in front, the person in the carriage is my patient. If you don't want to die, you can leave by yourself."
The woman's words were cold and arrogant. Although the people in black looked at the spiders with numb scalps, they rushed forward when they heard the words.
What's the big spider, just step on it to death.
"court death!"
Then those spiders swooped up and hugged the faces of the men in black.
The people in black are very strong, and they can kill two or three spiders with one sword, but the problem is that these spiders blew themselves up the moment they were avoided.
The corrosive juice splashed around, and when it touched the clothes, it would squeak and smoke. When it touched the skin, you could see that the skin turned black at an extremely fast speed, and then smoked, exposing the flesh and blood inside.
The screams were endless.
These men in black are all physics professionals, so they can't effectively target this kind of self-destructing bug.
The men in black at the outermost corners screamed and fell down covering their faces, or dropped their clothes to make them retreat. But the spiders rushed over like a tide, submerging more than a hundred men in black in less than ten seconds.
After about twenty seconds, all the more than one hundred men in black disappeared, and there was not even a drop of blood on the ground.
Then the spiders left like a tide again, not a single dead spider on the road.
Monica walked to the carriage.
The dozen or so mercenaries guarding the carriage immediately threw away their weapons and gestured for surrender with both 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, understand?"
More than a dozen mercenaries nodded repeatedly, stopped picking up their weapons, and ran away.
Monica stepped into the carriage and saw the butler kneeling in front of a young man, crying so hard that his voice was hoarse.
"It can't be dead already."
Monica squatted down, pressed Claire's neck lightly, then lifted the collar of the latter's chest, carried him out of the carriage, and threw him to the ground.
The butler ran out from inside and shouted angrily, "What do you want!"
Monica slapped the butler aside with a backhand slap, and cursed: "Don't come here and get in the way, old man."
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 butler next to him jumped up from the ground. Regardless of his left cheek being swollen into a steamed bun, he rushed to hug Claire and glared at Monica, "Woman, what are you trying to do!"
Monica sneered, walked up, and slapped the butler again, this time she slapped the butler on the right cheek.
The butler was swollen left and right.
"It's symmetrical now." Monica clapped her hands with a look of comfort.
Then she looked at Claire still lying on the ground, frowned slightly, then raised her leg, kicked Claire's stomach hard, and cursed: "Why are you sleeping, get out of here!"