The long old road leads to the rooms on the southwest side of the castle, where Charles has placed Akane in place. The main body of the room is pale green, and from the window you can see the branches of an ancient mangrove tree, and in the distance is the distant view of Tonigel, the black forest, and the shadow of the peaks that seem to fall from the top of the clouds.

When Flo arrived with Brando, the young wizard was waiting outside the door with the news that his master had returned to the castle.

"How?" Brando's first sentence when he saw Charles was this.

"Not very well," Charles replied, "Miss Roman, Antitina and Medissa are inside," Brando nodded, and pushed the door open without saying a word. Akane s room is not an intensive care ward after all, at least the young man didn't smell a strong smell of medicine as soon as he opened a bunch of doors, and there was even a hint of light wind in the room, and when he pushed the door, he saw that the curtain directly opposite was gently raised, and the scene in the corner of the fir castle behind him.

Brando's entry brings a breeze to the room.

The breeze lifted the curtain of a princess in the middle of the room, the original owner of which had long been out of the question, but at the moment Akane was lying on it, hidden under the light veil, and the girl's face was pale and her eyes were gently closed.

It was the first time that Brando had seen this girl dissolve her ponytail, and her long soft red hair was scattered to cover part of her face, making her look weak.

She was quiet.

It's not the silent stubbornness of everyday life, but a real quiet, silent, as if immersed in your own dreams. It's a pity that Brando knew that it must have been a nightmare, otherwise the girl would not have frowned slightly, and lù out of pain.

When Medisa and Antitina saw Brando coming in, they all stood up, the little princess of the silver elf led slightly, while Antitina looked at the young man motionlessly, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Although she didn't know exactly what was going on in Shavlund's underground, Akane's situation was definitely not optimistic, and she had asked about the situation in advance, but the young wizard only told him to wait for the lord to come back and deal with it.

It made her feel like her heart was sinking.

She is a simple girl, although she always deliberately keeps herself extremely calm in her heart, so that she can become a competent staff. But just as at that time, in the lofty mountains of Chablis, this aristocratic daughter blamed herself for the death of the sister of the wild elf, and she actually didn't want anyone in this collection to have an accident.

Although Antitina knew that the idea was naïve, even a little ridiculous. Since ancient times, there has been no bloodless struggle between nobles, but she is still unwilling to give up this.

Calm but not cold-blooded, that's what Brando taught her.

"Your Lord." , the nobleman asked in a low voice.

Brando nodded, but he was immediately surprised to see a small body lying on the other side of Chuáng sleeping soundly, and the merchant was obviously unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment, so much so that a string of crystal saliva flowed from the corners of her mouth, "all the way down to Akane's quilt."

Brando saw that this girl's eyebrows were fluttering in her dream, and a pair of small eyebrows were raised, and she knew that this guy was overcoming obstacles in her dream, maybe he was taking Akane out of a heavy encirclement, of course, it was only in her imagination, and it was not helpful for the red-haired girl at the moment.

However, young people know that Roman's mind is actually extremely simple, and often acts without a trace of utilitarian impurities in his purpose, of course, "except for commercial behavior."

Therefore he raised his eyebrows, and he could not afford to reproach him. Brando walked over to Akane Chuáng, turned around and asked, "What is she doing?" "I'm telling a story to Akane. ", replied Metisa.

"Storytelling?"

Miss Roman said that when she was sick as a child, her aunt told her stories. After listening to the story, her illness was cured. The Silver Elf Maiden added in a whisper.

"And then?"

Seeing Medisa and the nobleman's daughter smiling slightly, it made Brando know that this guy was doing useless work again. If Roman's aunt was a witch, then she would have used a kind of spiritual magic, which was originally one of the many spells of witches.

But no one can learn this thing by imitation alone, but Roman obviously doesn't realize it.

He didn't wake up the businessman, but instead set his eyes on Akane, but only a little more than a week," the red-haired girl completely changed. She lost the vitality and health she usually had, the blood on her face faded and became pale as paper, the whole person fell into the chuáng as if she had lost weight, and her skin gradually became transparent, and she could clearly see the blood vessels and veins below.

In stark contrast to the crystal-like skin, a striking layer of black sèhuā on the girl's neck was growing upwards, and these huā were spreading across the girl's slender and slender neck and extending to her face.

Seeing Akane like this, Brando's heart sank, and the blood of the gods had begun to spread, although Charles had tried his best to suppress it, "But this tenacious thing is still developing irrepressibly in the direction of the brain."

If this continues, by tomorrow morning at the latest, there will be no such red-haired girl named Akane in this world.

Medisa and Antitina saw on the side that their omnipotent lord was speechless, and they suddenly knew what was going on in their hearts.

Although the silver elf girl is not good at expressing her feelings, she still couldn't help but ask softly when she saw this scene, "Lord Lord?" ”

Brando just shook his head.

These huā lines on Akane's body should have originated from the heart, where the blood of the gods was infused, that is, the heart. In fact, this is one of the most tricky methods of injecting the blood of the gods, and the people who drove the blood of the gods must have been very experienced, and in the face of such an infusion method that had to kill the carrier first and then reverse life and death, Charles and Brando were helpless.

If they want to save Akane, they must kill the blood of the gods, but the blood of the gods is now the only energy that sustains Akane's life, even if they have the means to annihilate the blood of the gods, they will still kill the red-haired girl.

What's more, they don't have a way yet.

The other way is also applicable to the situation where the body is occupied, or is being occupied, and that is to erase the will that dominates the occupation itself. But what makes Brando unable to do anything is that the blood of the gods itself has no will, but instinct drives action, so it also seals his path from this one.

He saw that the huā on Akane's neck grew upwards little by little, like blood-sucking thorns, squeezing out the girl's life little by little, or a slow xìng poison that would kill her as soon as the time came. But Brando stood next to the chuáng, "but there was nothing he could do for a while."

But there is a way to quench your thirst by drinking a donkey.

He frowned.

But at this moment, a voice sounded in his heart: "Little one? "Huh? Brando tilted his head slightly, and the female voice in his heart was low and mature, allowing him to recognize it as Otares' voice. In fact, the Heroic Spirit from the era of the Sage's War did not take the initiative to contact him very often, and only answered out loud when Brando had doubts about swordsmanship, "Lord Kaya? ", he asked.

If Brando had heard Ortales' voice earlier, he would have suddenly given birth to a lot of hope in his heart, this woman was a strong man from the era of the Battle of the Sages~ In their time, the power of darkness and chaos was far more powerful than the current era, and terms such as god's blood and tree shepherd were not unfamiliar to Otares, and it could even be said that they knew more than Brando.

It's a pity that Brando's thoughtfulness has already taken this into account, and in fact he contacted Ottales in his heart on the way here, hoping to get help from the other party.

Unfortunately, the problem he faces is also a problem for Otales, Akane's life itself has been damaged, and it is the blood of the gods that repairs her body. Faced with this situation, Otales told Sù that there were only two ways to solve the problem once and for all.

One is the miracle of the Word spell, which can almost reverse the law "to turn cause with effect, even if it is not impossible to return Medisa to the state before it was occupied by the blood of the gods."

But then again, since the Battle of the Sages, there has been no one other than the Sage Faenzan who knows this spell.

The second method is even more outrageous, as Ottales tells him that the way is to find Martha's covenant, which as the name suggests, is an agreement between a mortal and Martha. Since the other party to the agreement is Martha, the mother of all things, the wishes that can be fulfilled are almost endless, which can be said to be an enhanced version of miracles, if miracles can save Akane, then this method is self-evident.

Unfortunately, the flaw of this method is that the possibility of its realization is infinitesimally small, and although Ottales told Brando Martha's covenant to exist, it is a pity that Brando, either from history or from his past experience in the game, has never heard of this thing actually appearing there.

In the game, tens of millions of players are exploring this world, and there are countless powers" If he can't find any clues about Martha's covenant, then how can he?

But after vetoing these two items, even Ortales couldn't think of a better way for a while.

However, this time the Heroic Lord's voice again still gave Brando a little hope, and he knew that the Ancient Knight would not take the initiative to contact him until it mattered.

"I looked," but Otares said, "this girl should not live more than twelve hours, and she is terminally ill." ", she replied.

Twelve hours" was exactly what Brando expected. But the young man was confirmed by Otares himself, and his mood sank again.

"Have you thought of anything?" , the Heroic Spirit of the Female Knight asked.

"There is no cure." Brando shook his head.

"Does that mean it can cure the surface?" Hearing him answer, Otales couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "Even if it is her, it will take a lot of effort to save this girl's life for one more day at this time."

That would be in her heyday" and not in her current state, where she could say nothing she could do. When he first rescued Brando in Butch, he almost did his best.

Being on the main physical plane is very harsh for a pure spiritual being like her, after all, it is not as free as in the sanctuary between fantasy and reality.

Brando nodded.

"There's a stupid idea." He replied.

"Stupid way?"