"It's okay, you haven't had a good rest these days. How many people have you saved in such a big village? Jean said as he looked at Renlva earnestly.

Lenlva raised his head, but the eyes set in the dark sockets were as bright as gems, "Hehe, isn't there still you?" ”

Day after day, almost no meditation was restoratively cast, and healing magic was draining his magic power, even constantly overdrawing his life force.

Looking at the other party's calm look, Jean was a little annoyed for some reason: "No, I'm just a sorcerer who is good at torturing people, I didn't help you anything." But you, huh, do you want to die? ”

With a smile in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled, and after coughing dryly, he replied with a smile: "You are a little arrogant, my friend, if I hadn't had you on this journey, I would have died a long time ago, and you also know that the villagers here are not all simple and kind." ”

"Hmph, but they're very hospitable." Jean subconsciously brushed the wound on his arm that was about to heal, which had been injured by the sick mob not long ago.

Indeed, if it were for Lenlva's magic and his good heart, it would have been torn to pieces by those mobs and boiled into soup.

"To be honest, I've never been happier than I am now, I feel like I've found where I need to be, or where I should be. I'm sure you are too, otherwise how would you have come all the way here? And more importantly, you met me. ”

"......Shh It was you who met me, and then relied on the protection of this spellmaster to survive until now. Jean skimmed his head.

"Let's go, there are more villagers waiting for us, one more minute I can save one more......" Lenlva stood up, and after a short rest, he was full of energy again.

Looking at the figure of the other party gradually moving away, Jean stood in silence and did not immediately catch up. Originally, he was going to confess to the other party today, after all, he couldn't forget what he came here for in the first place.

He had planned to leave, but despite the fact that he had been trying to treat the villagers, he had been asking for any news about the "spells" in the vicinity, but he still found nothing.

Maybe Renlva also knew what he was thinking, was he trying to keep him just now, but this was a retention? But he knew that he was gone now, and that guy wouldn't live for a few days......

Jean looked at the "Spellcaster's Codex" clenched in his hand, which was his life's work, and recorded all the "poisonous spells" about Onuma's taboos.

After a few moments, he seemed to have made up his mind and threw it off the cliff with all his might.

……

Jean is sick, probably because he was bitten by an irascible villager in order to save Lenlva. Lenlva blames himself for this, and uses the last magic he has to help stabilize his injuries.

The disease that had spread through the village suddenly mutated, and the limbs of the terminally ill villagers began to change, becoming more and more twisted and terrifying.

These villagers can't be described as having a bad temper, or that they attack any healthy creature that is not sick.

The situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and more and more people are fleeing the village...... Jean knew that those people were finished, and the village was finished.

But now it is estimated that he himself is about to finish, and after being infected, his whole body is hot and stinging, as if he has been thrown into boiling water and boiled. He could feel his body slowly changing, did he want to turn into those monsters? It was so bad that he would rather poison himself.

Jean's consciousness began to blur, and before he was completely unconscious, he still saw the guy in the red robe, and he didn't seem to be giving up on himself.

If there is still a chance to come to his senses, Jean is eager to tell Renlva to leave him alone and run for his life.

……

As a result, Jean finally came to his senses, but he no longer had the opportunity to say his final goodbye to Renlva.

When he woke up, he was shocked by the sight in front of him, and in front of him was a very large white spider girl.

"Spider Girl"? Well, it's a strange adjective, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it, a young girl grows on the back of a spider.

The spider girl was silent, encased in eggs made of white silk cocoons, and she seemed to pray for something. However, at this moment, Jean did not have any fear or fear, and even had an inexplicable affection for this girl, or peace of mind.

Eggs, what are these eggs for? Wait a minute...... Oh no! Jean found out he had an egg on his back!

Damn, did you finally turn into those ugly monsters?! He struggled to pop the egg on his back, when another voice interrupted him.

"I'd advise you not to do this, then you'll just die faster!" It was a female voice, cold, hoarse, but with an unmistakable tone.

Apparently it wasn't the voice of the girl in front of him, and when Jean turned his head, he saw another "spider girl...... No, maybe it's better to call it "Spider Queen".

The red eight-clawed spider that was getting closer, and the naked "queen" carried on it, Jean really felt what it meant to be scared now.

He felt that if he insisted on removing the egg from his back, he would be chopped up by the spider queen's claws first.

"Hmph, look at your down-and-out cowardice, killing you is dirty my hands...... I'm not in the least interested in the size of a grain of rice. I won't stop you if you want to die, but if you dare to live up to my sister's kindness, I don't mind doing it myself. ”

The pretty queen brought Jean to her eyes with her terrible claws, and Jean trembled and his mouth trembled, and even though he felt that he could cast a spell, he could not resist in the slightest.

"Okay, sister doesn't plan to let you die, so you can't die!"

The Red Spider seemed to hear the White Spider's sister, and Jean was thrown to the ground. Although the white spider didn't say anything, at least Jean didn't hear anything.

Jean, he's sure he's survived, and it looks like he's been saved by this white spider sister.

……

Jean, he's now a servant, a servant of spiders. Of course, he did it voluntarily. The reason is probably that he knew that he was sent here by the guy in the red robe, but the red robe was still dead.

Jean saw the corpse of the red robe, trampled by the fleeing villagers or monsters. But it's also good, the red robe can die according to his own ideas, and die as he wants......

In some way, Jean packed up Lenwa's relics and put them in the box, and then returned to the lair to continue serving his Miss Spider. It's in hand, please wait a while, after the content is updated, you need to refresh the page again to get the latest update! ()

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