It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

As the passage was ventilated, most of the smoke finally dissipated, and a blond boy with blue eyes sat in the middle of the morgue floor.His clothes looked obviously too big, and they were hanging loosely on the ground.

"Sir, you!"

Fiennes' face suddenly turned pale, and he opened his mouth wide, speechless in shock.

"Mr. Hyde, you ... seem to have grown smaller."

It was only then that Fittili recognized through his breath that the boy in front of her was indeed the Hyde Belusay she knew.

Hyde now looks like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He grinned, barely stretched out his hand from the overly long sleeve, and then waved it weakly.

"Can you come over and help me? I can't stand up."

Fittili noticed that the boy was holding a few round stones in his hand, flexing and stretching his fingers to flick them to the ground one by one. He should have knocked on the wooden plank underground through this method before.

Fiennes stood blankly on the spot, making no move for a moment. Feitili stepped forward and helped the boy up. She was of average height, but with the snow boots that had some heightening effects, she was actually a head taller than Hyde. .

After the choking smell in the room gradually faded, she noticed the abnormality on the boy with her keen sense of smell.Judging by the standards of the filthy blood, the blood aura of human beings is different in each age stage, and the blood aura exuded by wizards when they make no secret of their own power will also be very unique.

As the heir to a pure-blood wizard family, Hyde had given her the feeling of being extremely powerful and pure.But at this time, his blood smelled incomplete and mixed, and his physical condition also declined significantly.

Fittili couldn't help frowning, and asked a little uncertainly, but subconsciously used a statement tone.

"Your lineage seems to be damaged."

As a high-ranking filthy blood species, it is basically impossible for her to make mistakes in this aspect.

These words made Fiennes' body tremble visibly, the old man raised his head in disbelief, his wrinkled face trembled uncontrollably, and his wide eyes were bloodshot.

As a senior wizard hired by the Belusay family, he had already guessed the scene in front of him due to his experience, but he still couldn't accept this fact, and could only wait for Hyde's confirmation in fear.

Hyde was silent for a few seconds, then shrugged indifferently, and replied casually:

"Although I want to say no...but damn, you are right. My bloodline strength has indeed been damaged. If you compare it with the other members of the Mephisto family, I am now at most up to Schiff's standards."

Fiennes let out a strange howl from his throat, like a drake about to be strangled.

"You...sir, do you know what you are talking about!"

Despair climbed up the old wizard's face, this was more than a mission failure.Not to mention protecting the safety of Belusay's heir, the current situation is ten times worse than the worst imaginable outcome.Physical damage may still be curable for wizards, but blood damage is almost permanent and irreversible.

Hyde is the purest genius among several generations of the Belusa family in the past hundred years. From the moment he was born, it was destined that he would become the future master of the family and lead the Belusa family in the future. Towards strength.

But this originally doomed future was broken so simply, just to search and rescue a suspicious puppet of unknown origin!

Master will definitely kill me.

This idea flashed through Fiennes' mind. With Straw's character, it is absolutely impossible to tolerate such a mistake, and what awaits him is bound to be a very tragic ending.

But Fiennes had no intention of resisting at all.

Having lived in White Rose Castle for decades, he also has a sense of belonging to this family, where he can get honor, freedom, trust and respect.

And this punishment is what he deserves.

But this can't reverse the tragic reality. Compared with losing his life, Belusay's weakness is his more unacceptable future.

A slight touch brought his consciousness back from the tragic future. The blond boy, who was no taller than his shoulders, tugged at the hem of Fiennes' clothes. He raised his head with complete arrogance on his face.

"What's wrong Fiennes, don't look so sad."

"But Master Hyde..."

The old man remembered that he had not used this title in front of the boy for a long time.

"Bloodline does not mean everything. As long as I am alive for one day, the heir of the family can only be me."

There was a lot of confidence in his voice,

"You know Fiennes, I'd never lose, blood or fate or whatever, except that Ella Williams...I'd never lose to anything."

Chapter 39 will be with (agreed to be the second update tonight

On the afternoon of the second day after arriving in Baran Village, Beatrice returned with good news for Ella.

Comforting the little thing that was about to freeze, Ella roughly understood the message Beatrice wanted to convey from its sharp scream.

The envoy arrived at Shadelin's hut and had found the map she had left behind.

"Have they no letters for you to bring?"

After hearing this question, Beatrice's movements froze and she seemed to shrink a little. She uttered a few short and hasty syllables, and then she retracted into the cage and said nothing, unwilling to come out again.

"What is it saying?"

Ling poked the birdcage curiously, but didn't care about the little thing on the opposite side who was grinning fiercely at her.

"...Beatrice said there were people trying to eat it, so it didn't dare to stay there for too long."

Ella patted her smooth forehead, and was speechless for a while.She really didn't think that anyone would consider eating the messenger. Maybe some strange dark wizard got into the mission?This is not a good sign.

She found Nosferatu, a filthy vampire who would not go out on hunting days. His only task was to protect the safety of the village in exchange for accepting contributions.

"How was the harvest yesterday?"

"not bad."

The middle-aged man looks in a good mood,

"It seems that Xia Delin is indeed dead. Our people can now go deeper into the Forest of Silence, and we have collected half as many Isaiahs and prey as before."

He put a pot of dark roasted meat on the long table. Although they contained more pollution than Isaiah, the Nodites would not mind changing their taste occasionally.

"Sinley said they caught a deer yesterday, this kind of thing grew up on Isaiah, and the few body parts barely contained the curse."

Nosferatu said so, according to the original contract, he should only need to provide Ella and Ling with the most basic food, and he did this as a thank you outside the contract.

Ella felt that the pot of meat smelled a bit fishy, ​​not to mention bloodletting or washing, the Nod people would even marinate it with more animal blood or other blood.This made the girl somewhat hesitant to eat this kind of food, but she could also understand that Nosferatu's gratitude was genuine.

Deviating from the subject for a moment, Ella got down to business:

"Remember the missions I mentioned to you before? I just got the news that they are not far from here. You need to tell the hunters who set off today that if you encounter members of the missions, they will bring them here."

Nosferatu heard Ella mention this matter, but a team of more than thirty people would pose a considerable burden to the village.

The contract requires Nosferatu to distribute part of the village's food to them, but only if it does not affect the needs of the villagers themselves.

The man frowned, and said with some hesitation:

"Guiding is not a problem... but I am worried that there will not be enough food."

On this issue, Ling gave a reasonable proposal.

"After the envoy arrives in Balan Village, we can definitely help you expand the collection area again. The envoy has several powerful wizards who can't lose to us."

"If you need it, we can also provide considerable manpower for collecting Isaiah."

According to her idea, if nothing else happens, the envoy will rest in Balan Village for a few days.People who had been injured at sea needed time to recover, and they could also take this opportunity to learn how to collect Isaiah and stock up on food.

It is impossible for Nosferatu's personality not to think about the benefits that the other party can obtain, but this is not a bad thing for him. A win-win situation is the result that all people with normal intelligence are willing to see.History has proved that those who harm others and benefit themselves often do not live long.

"If that's the case, there's no problem."

Nosferatu reached out, not to make a magical contract or anything this time, but out of simple kindness.

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The first person to appear near the village was Fitili. The pollution of the complex environment in the forest had little effect on her who was originally born in Enoch.Without anyone else slowing her down, Fitili found the village on the edge of the forest in less than two hours.

Her arrival brought quite a commotion to the village. Different from Ella's specious and ambiguous image, Fidili, who had lifted her disguise, showed all the characteristics of a high-ranking filthy blood, filthy and powerful with a strong blood. It cannot be faked by anyone.

The first one to notice was Nosferatu. He instinctively felt the trembling, which was the suppression from a higher bloodline.Most of the dirty blood are extreme blood theory, which is also related to their own source of power.Compared with learning magic to gain power, for the filthy blood species who tend to use instinct, the height of bloodline is a more intuitive and reliable combat power.

He even vaguely felt that the platinum-haired woman in front of him had a purer bloodline than the body collector Nils, which was simply crazy!

Nosferatu couldn't help recalling a legend that was spread in the land of Nod. Reason made him put away his eyes and thoughts, showing a humble attitude.

Fittili was taken aback for a moment, she was no stranger to this attitude when she was very young.Ten years is enough time to change a lot of things, but for some things, that time span is a little too short.

She couldn't help but sigh and showed a cold attitude that she was not used to:

"Guide the way."

In Nosferatu's view, Fitili's clothing is not the usual style of Enoch, but more like the two girls who signed a contract with him, which already explains a lot.

"Follow your wishes."

He bowed and led Fitili to the building where Ella and the others were.

Fetili pushed open the door and hurried over before Ella and the others could react.

"Miss Shadow has an accident."

After a brief moment of shock, Ella immediately calmed down. She first took off the Eye of Hermes from her leg. This alchemy item still has a lot of connection with the shadow. The latter can even be regarded as half of the bronze mirror. a master.

She closed her eyes and pressed her palms against the mirror. In the darkness deep in her consciousness, a few thin silver-white lines became fragile and fuzzy, but they still existed.

After a few seconds, Ella let out a breath.

"She's alive... tell me what happened?"

Fittili briefly talked about what happened to them in the past few days, as well as the unknown ritual performed by Hyde.

"Mr. Schiff and the others have already tried divination, but it was very bad. We only know that Miss Shadow is in a very dangerous situation. The divination itself has been interfered by some kind of force. Even this result does not have much credibility. "

Ella rubbed her temples. She also tried with her own spirituality just now but didn't get any results.

Without much hesitation, she turned the ring on her left index finger, which was an alchemy tool that she hadn't dared to use again for a long time.

Ella doesn't think about the influence of luck on herself for the time being. Even Hyde is willing to pay a heavy price to perform a mysterious ceremony. Of course, she has no reason to be timid.

Chapter 40 The Owner of the Mirror

Ella stretched out her index finger and pointed it on the table. The copper-colored rustic ring shone hazy.

"The first commandment, no one can affect my divination results."

The twilight shrouding the copper ring dimmed a bit, the power of the rules didn't take effect but was hindered by something invisible.