Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Are you Jenny?" the knight commander said, "I heard that you were infected with the Black Death and recovered, so tell all your experiences, don't hide anything, you know the current situation, and I don't want to treat you like this. Miss using disgraceful means."

"Big, big lady..."

"What Miss?"

The maid looked back as if looking for the backbone, but found that the seat of the chair was empty.

Fear instantly swept through Jenny's heart.

She fell to the ground, fingers trembling at the empty seat.

"Just now, just now... Miss...here..."

"Search this hotel in its entirety, don't let any corner be spared!"

The knight commander ordered to his subordinates, then turned to Jenny and crouched down in front of her.

"I believe you didn't say the word "Miss" out of thin air and tell me, is she related to the cure of the Black Death? "

"Yes, it is."

"her name is?"

"I don't know!" Jenny shook her head frantically: "I only met the eldest lady a month ago, and she never said her name these days... only once! When I asked, the eldest lady asked me to call her "Miss Hastur". "

"Hasta... last name or first name?"

"I don't know, it should be a surname, right?"

"Take her to the Witch Inquisition!"

"No!"

No matter how much Jenny stayed, she knew that there was no place for people to go.

In other words, once a woman stepped into that place, except for an inhuman corpse, there was basically no example of her coming out alive.

Two tall knights walked up to Jenny and wanted to grab her.

The maid could only lay her head on the ground.

Soon, after a strange wind blew, the knights in the room were filled with the sound of cursing and cursing, as well as the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

After just a few minutes, everything subsided.

Jenny raised her head cautiously.

The scene was in a mess, and the knights were inexplicably turned into black water stains that exuded a stench.Such a sight frightened Jenny, she could only cover her mouth forcibly, then carefully avoided the black water on the ground, and ran frantically towards home.

Now, only there can give her a slight sense of security.

Next to a dry old tree outside the city, the blond girl leaned on the trunk and looked at the city in the distance.

"It's such an idiot that she can't even fool herself. Huh? What's her name? Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway..."

The blond girl knocked on the tree trunk next to her, and a tree hole appeared out of thin air.

she asked towards the tree hole.

"How long are you going to linger? I'm already very close to the world where my father lives. Go on the ink, be careful that I will break the contract and not see my father with you."

"Don't rush, Lina, I've already arrived."

A rather impatient girl's voice came from the tree hole.

The girl called "Lena" raised her eyebrows.

"Oh? Since you're already here, why don't you come to see me?"

"A little troublesome thing happened... What are you trying to do? I won't lose to you in terms of strength, don't put on airs in front of me, I'm your sister!"

"Tsk... I'm going to see you, give me the coordinates."

"Well, here it is for you."

In a remote noble territory in France, a girl with light green long hair was talking to herself in a dark and boundless dungeon.

She has the beauty of an angel, but it seems that she has not woken up, full of hazy feeling.

But beneath those half-closed eyes, there was a hot flash of volcanic eruption.

"What a headache sister."

The half-asleep girl turned her head and looked at the little girl in the dungeon who was huddled in the corner of the dungeon.

"Hey, human, what's your name?"

"Pe, Peister..."

Pest looked at the "Demon" that appeared out of nowhere in fear.

Chapter [-] Volcanoes and the Goddess of Power

A little girl locked in a cell, she has a relatively noble name in this era.

--Pestre de Francois.

Although in [-], the surname of François is not as glorious as that which was carried forward by King François I of France more than a hundred years later, but for today’s France, it still has a large area of ​​territory. The surname of the real power nobility.