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

My mother, younger brothers and sisters were worried every day, fearing that someone would suddenly assassinate them, so she didn't even dare to go out of the house.

In addition to Count Billy's suppression, the more important reason is that with the passing of his father, their family's connections were almost cut off. Even grandmother and grandpa cut off their contacts with Claire.

After supporting this family for six years, from being completely suppressed at the beginning to being at a disadvantage now, Claire was confident that he could keep up with the 'rhythm' of Count Billy, but the biggest problem lies in his body.

After more than three years of lung disease, Claire has become more and more serious. From the occasional coughing at the beginning to the current severe illness and bedridden illness, Claire has no energy to think about the problem.

It has even arrived. As long as you sit for half an hour, your whole person will gradually turn black and then fall into a coma.

He was not sure that this was a symptom of hypoxia in his body, but he also understood at least one thing.

I can't hold on for long.

If you can’t even sit for a long time, how to think about things and if you support this home again.

But today, someone ran over and said: We can cure your illness.

Should I believe it?

After Claire had a sleep, there was no doubt about this question. He was still young and did not want to die. He wanted to seize any little hope.

And most importantly...he has no choice.

In the past few years, only one priest at the level of bishops has invited him.

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

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

He immediately went out to deliver the message. The whole manor seemed to come alive, with a crowd of people. A escort of 200 people was mobilized from a faraway barracks, and a mercenary guard of 20 people quickly assembled at the door of the manor.

Claire's mother and younger brothers and sisters walked out of his room and stood quietly as he watched him slowly move out of the room.

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

Claire looked at the expectant gazes of his mother and younger brothers and sisters, and he smiled gently, "If you can do it, mother. You must stay in the manor and you cannot leave no matter what happens. I arranged for protection...Ahem."

Before he could finish his words, 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 and walked over to hug her eldest son, choking and crying.

The three children also showed worried expressions.

Claire patted his mother's back with his back hand and said, "I'll be back when I go out."

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

Under the guarding of two hundred soldiers, Claire was supported into a very ordinary black pony carriage. In front of them, there were three gorgeous tall carriages, each of which was a young man with a very similar figure to Claire.

Two hundred men supported the convoy forward in a mighty manner, while Claire's carriage almost landed at the end, with only a few escorts protecting it.

But these guards are the strongest in the entire Marquis’ mansion. Each one is a master-level powerhouse.

After the evening, there were not many pedestrians on the street. The convoy walked smoothly, but the more than 200 soldiers and twenty mercenaries in the guards, each of them had a very serious expression.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a team to attack with an eye-opener. But as Claire expected, they encountered three attacks on the road, each time more powerful.

Halfway through the road, nearly one hundred soldiers had lost their combat capabilities or died.

But the convoy was still moving forward.

In the shaking carriage, Claire's face became paler and his cough became more and more intense.

"Another attack, our soldiers will collapse." Claire said lightly: "We can't walk into the Northwest Church, and Earl Billy should have seen my move."

The housekeeper listened to 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. His awakening time today was longer than the previous three days: "You should call me Master or Marquis."

The butler's face was full of tears: "You have not even married a wife and have no descendants yet, how can you be a master?"

"Yes..." Claire's eyes gradually closed, and his voice became lighter and lighter: "Jeff, don't worry, you won't be in danger. Billy will only drag me to death, he will not kill me on his own initiative, and he can't afford the consequences. But if I die of illness, there will be no problem."

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

"After going back, I took the initiative to take my mother and younger brothers and sisters away. If Billy had any concerns, they might have hope of survival..."

A bunch of black blood spit out of his mouth.

Master! Jeff shouted.

Claire fell obliquely on his seat, his breath gradually weakening.

Jeff fell to his knees, helpless.

The shouts of killing outside the convoy became less and less, and more and more men in black began to surround the inconspicuous carriage.

There were only more than twenty people outside the car who were struggling to support him, and more than a dozen of them were mercenaries.

Soon, even the mercenaries gave up their resistance and threw their weapons aside. About one hundred men in black surrounded the carriage, and they didn't do anything. They just watched it, listening to Jeff's shrill crying inside.

If nothing unexpected happens, starting from tonight, the Claire family will disappear from now on.

But accidents happen occasionally.

At first, the man in black in the black layer seemed to have a faint rustling sound around him. But not long after, the rustling sound became louder and louder, even overshadowing Jeff's cry.

Then the people in black looked back and found that they were surrounded. In the darkness, countless white spiders surged out, each spider had a fist as big as an adult's head. Countless plural numbers reflected light green light under the moonlight, covering the ground densely, like a sea of ​​lotus that could not be seen.

Every man in black had his scalp tightened and his hair stood up.

Spiders are a thing that makes people feel cold when they look at them. If there is no way to deal with it, the "Spider Sea" can turn the strongest tough guy into a coward.

A beautiful woman in white walked over in the sea of ​​spiders, and wherever she passed, the spider automatically separated a path.

Silver Moon, a white spider ocean, and a beautiful woman in white stands in it. Although her face is cold, combined, it can also give people a strange and evil beauty.

"Listen to the man in black in front, my patient is in the carriage. If you don't want to die, leave yourself."

The woman's words were cold and arrogant. Although these black-clad people were numb when they looked at the spiders' scalp, they rushed up when they heard this.

What's the bigger spider? Just step on it to death.

"court death!"

Then the spiders flew up and hugged them directly at the faces of the men in black.

The people in black are very powerful. They can kill two or three spiders with one sword, but the problem is that the spiders explode when they are avoided to death.

The juice with corrosion ability splashes everywhere, and when it hits the clothes, it squeaks out and smokes. When it hits the skin, you can see the skin turn black at an extremely fast speed, and then smokes, revealing the flesh and blood inside.

Screams are endless.

These men in black are all physical professions and cannot effectively target this kind of self-destructive bug.

The man in black in the outermost area, covered his face and fell down, or threw away his clothes, causing him to retreat. But the spider rushed over like a tide, and in less than ten seconds, more than a hundred men in black were submerged.

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

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

Monica walked to the carriage.

The dozen or so mercenaries who were protecting the carriage immediately threw their weapons and surrendered with both hands.

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

A group of people shook their heads hard, neatly and uniformly.

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

More than a dozen mercenaries nodded, no longer picked up their weapons, and ran away.

Monica walked up the carriage and saw the butler kneeling in front of a young man, crying so hard that her voice was hoarse.

"It's not dead."

Monica squatted down and gently pressed Claire's neck, then carried the collar on the latter's chest, walked out of the carriage with him, and threw the person on the ground.

The butler ran out of it and shouted in shock and anger: "What do you want to do!"

Monica slapped the housekeeper aside with a backhand, scolding, "Don't run over to get in the way, old guy."

Then a transparent magic ball appeared in Monica's left hand, looking like a huge drop of water, and then the droplets penetrated into Claire's body.

The housekeeper next to him jumped up from the ground, regardless of his left cheek being swollen like a steamed bun, rushed over and hugged Claire, glaring at Monica angrily: "Woman, what do you want to do!"

Monica sneered, walked up, slapped the housekeeper to the ground, this time she slapped her right face.

The housekeeper was swollen from the left and right.

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