Growing up, regardless of rain or shine, Morin, who had never been sick, suddenly fell ill, which made Baron Pike very bad. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It was evening this morning, and little Morin lay on the bed weakly, and for the whole day, he only drank some water, and did not eat anything else, and just fell asleep in a daze. The baron stood beside the bed and touched Morin's hot forehead with an indescribable look of concern.

Morin's room was not large, on the east side of the second floor of the mansion, a soft vermilion bed was placed in the center to take up most of the space, and on the side were several small brown wood tea tables, scattered with some old books, and a small weapon rack in the corner, on which were Morin's usual standard short sword and the strange musket left by his grandfather, shining, and it could be seen that the boy often wiped them.

On the opposite side of the door was a half-open window, and the orange curtains swayed, letting in the occasional breeze outside, and you could smell the damp earth before a thunderstorm on a summer evening.

The baron frowned and walked to the window, looking at the already dark sky, and his heart was inexplicably annoyed. He walked out of the room gently, hung up the door, and then strode down the stairs, and saw Ed running in a hurry, and asked in a suppressed voice: "How is it, have you received the news of the Temple of Life over there in White City?"

Ed reported with a sad face: "There is news from over there that it is inconvenient to come here today because it is late, come back tomorrow morning, let's not worry, saying that there will be nothing wrong with an ordinary fever." ”

Hearing this, Baron Pike just wanted to smash his fist into the stone wall, so that Morin would not have any ordinary fever, and if it was an ordinary fever, how could the recovery technique of the life sacrifice yesterday be useless. Thinking of this, he rushed into the bedroom, changed into a loose short coat, pushed open the door of the mansion and ran into the twilight.

"Sir, where are you going?" Ed cried anxiously from behind.

"I'll go to the city and get a sacrifice back!" Pike replied angrily.

"But I haven't prepared the horses yet. Hearing Pike's words, Ed couldn't help but feel a little more anxious, White City is not close to here, and even the fastest horse will take several Orr (hours) to arrive.

"Horses can run ......faster," and then a circle of pale blue light lit up around the baron, and then the speed suddenly increased, and the fat figure soon disappeared into the deep purple twilight in the east.

Looking at the baron's distant figure, Ed could only sigh in his heart, the old man really regarded the young master as his own child, and he had taken good care of him for so many years, but not to mention, the old man and the young master were really similar in appearance, especially the color of those eyes, which was just a slight difference between dark blue and dark blue.

It soon became dark, but after a while, with a few low and heavy thunders, the raindrops of beans fell with a bang. The Baroness pushed open Maureen's door, went to the window, closed the half-open window gently, and tightened the curtains. Listening to the roaring thunder and noisy raindrops outside, she pressed a small metal box on the wall by the window, and with a click, a pale green pattern extended from the small box, spreading across the window and wall like a growing vine. As the pale green lines gradually covered the walls and windows, the thunderstorm outside became quieter and faintly inaudible.

The room was quiet, and the Baroness looked at Maureen with distress, a look of affection, much younger than Baron Pike, who looked to be in her early thirties, very tall, with red hair tucked back and a plain blue dress. The Baroness paced to the bedside, picked up a towel from the basin at the foot of the bed, wrung the water stains, gently wiped the young man's hot forehead a few times, felt that the air in the room was still a little damp, brought a wax tray, and put it on the tea table to burn quietly, and then walked out.

Morin kicked off the thin quilt on his body, twisting slightly from the discomfort.

He's dreaming at the moment, it's a nightmare. He dreamed that he was back on the test ship, and he was being clutched hard by Blood-Eyed Brand, the inky ring mark on his middle finger was burning wildly, and at the same time, a gray pattern appeared on his wrist, an abstract eye without pupils, pale and lifeless like a dead man, and that terrible eye was also burning. The two burning marks desperately released heat and tingling, and he even realized that it was just a dream, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't wake up.

And when the boy was trapped in a nightmare, there was also a change in the room.

I saw that on Morin's originally empty wrist, a pale gray trace was slowly emerging, it was the abstract pattern without pupils, and with its clarity, a small gray flame really ignited on the surface, just like the still burning candle on the tea table, the gray flame burned more and more, but for some reason it did not light the bedding on the bed, and the young man's cheeks gradually turned pale.

Seeing that the young man's breathing was about to gradually become inaudible, the ink-colored ring marks on his middle finger also changed.

At this time, Merlin still had the silver ring, but a wisp of black flame—slender like a tentacle, came out of the inky ring mark underneath, and squeezed out from between the skin and the ring, and in the middle of the flame was the darkness that consumed everything, without any light, and the outer edge was a thin layer of burning reddish-yellow firelight, which looked like black flames.

The tentacle-like black flame was nimble, reaching out towards the gray flame on the boy's wrist, and at the first touch, it retracted as if frightened, and then somehow raised it high, like a whip, and whipped it the gray flame. In the silence, the gray flames flickered and dimmed a lot.

Morin's breathing gradually calmed down, but the black flames didn't seem satisfied.

I saw that more and more black flames were conjured from the ink-colored ring marks, converging into a ball above the young man's fingers, and at the end, with a "pop", the last wisp of flame was also pulled out of the ring marks, and the fist-sized black flame in the air turned out to be a strange creature, and the first wisp of tentacle-like things that poked out turned out to be one of his arms, and the last wisp of flame that was pulled out was another arm.

This is like a strange creature of black fire, the main body is pure darkness, only the edge burns red and yellow flames, in addition to two slender arms, there are two points of faint green light on its pitch-black body, like two crystal eyes, near the bottom of the body There is a slight dark red line, presumably it should be the part of the mouth. It doesn't even have a fixed form, and its black-fire body changes all the time, as if it's really burning.

This black fire looked at the pupilless eyes with his small green eyes for a long time, and he didn't see anything famous, so he simply let it go, and a pair of slender arms wrapped around the gray flames. The flame was entangled in two wisps of black flames, as if it had a premonition, and struggled desperately to swing from side to side, and the mark of the pupilless eyes under it became much more obvious, but it had no effect, and it was still tightly bound in the arms of the black flames.

I saw that the dark red line at the bottom of the black fire cracked and turned into a rather wide open mouth, and at the same time, the two arms used force to pull the gray flame upward, and after a short wrestling, the gray flame was obviously invincible, and the traces of the pupilless eyes were pulled out of the surface of Morin's skin. Letting the gray flames struggle, the black fire wrapped around it and sent it to its big dark red mouth, and in a short time it put all the flames in his mouth, and then the black fire closed his mouth without hesitation, and chewed it together with the ends of his two arms.

And the slender arms, which seemed to be a little shorter, grew back to their original length with the movement of Black Fire stretching his waist. As if he had eaten enough, the black fire burped, exhaled a trace of gray breath that was not formed, and let it dissipate, and the pair of small dark green eyes focused on Merlin.

It glanced at the inky ring marks on the boy's middle finger—it had faded a lot by this time, and it didn't seem to want to go back there, so it wandered around the bed, touching the boy's eyelids with its arm, lifting the quilt to look at the boy's pajamas, and then touching the boy's nostrils, as if it wanted to see what was inside, but it wasn't very interested in anything else, just revolving around Morin in his sleep.

After wandering for a long time, seeing that the boy was still asleep, he seemed to feel a little bored, and a fist-sized black fire also fell to the side of the boy's pillow, leaning on his cheek and closing his green eyes, and even fell asleep, and after a while, from the slightly open dark red mouth came a flute-like quite pleasant snoring: "Whoop and ......"

I don't know how long it took, but most of the candles in the wax tray on the brownwood tea table were burned, and the door to the room creaked open.

The black fire who was sleeping soundly woke up in an instant, stared at the small green eyes and glanced around, and at the same time the dark red mouth took a small breath, as if he felt a strange breath, the nervous black fire lifted the quilt in a panic and wanted to get underneath, and then remembered something, and drilled into the ring marks of Mo Lin's middle finger, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, looking timid, where was the domineering spirit that had just easily eaten the gray flame.

Pushing the door in, it was Baron Pike who was panting, and at the same time there was a middle-aged woman in a white robe, the woman's robe was tattooed with a white leaf, and there were five golden veins on the leaf, indicating that she had reached the fifth order and was an intermediate advanced life sacrifice. But she looked embarrassed, and looked at the baron in front of her with resentment, presumably very unhappy when she was forcibly brought in.

As if he had seen something like a mouse, the baron thought, and said to the middle-aged woman: "Little Morin has been suffering from a fever since the day before yesterday, and yesterday the priest in the town used the restoration magic, but it had no effect, and today he has not eaten for a day, and the fever is very bad, and he finally fell asleep until evening, and he had to bring you in the rain, don't be angry." ”

Seeing that the white-robed woman was looking at him even more resentfully, the baron couldn't help but say angrily: "Look what I'm doing, go and see Merlin!"

The white-robed woman stretched out her hand and pointed to the bed, and said coldly, "Don't you know how to read it yourself?"

What does this mean? The baron turned his head in astonishment, following the direction of the woman's finger, but saw that Morin on the bed had not woken up at any time, and his blue eyes were full of light, and he looked half sick.

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