And when Chen Yan was hurrying on the starry night, on the other side of the confluence basin, a castle was built on the top of the mountain.

Martha is coming out of the healing nest. A large amount of nutrient fluid flowed down her ankles, soaking large swaths of the ground. Several women in white tights waited next to them and hurriedly greeted them.

"How's my body?" Martha asked as she took the towel from the maid and wiped her body.

"Very bad, miss." A blonde woman replied, frowning and looking at the brain in her hand. "The tendons were severely compressed, the internal organs were ruptured, and the soft tissues were damaged. The conditions for subsistence have basically been lost. If it weren't for your strength, you might not be able to come back. ”

"And now?" Martha frowned.

"Most of the external trauma has been repaired, and the internal organs have been carefully repaired, but because of the fragility of some tissues, you will need some time to recuperate. It is best not to get hands-on with people during this time. The blonde woman scrutinized the report, but finally sighed. Miss, you can't stop being so careless about your body. This trauma has shrunk your magical roots by 0.3 levels, which means that your power is about to be lost again. If it goes on for a long time, you'll die. ”

The root system of magic energy is the deep layer of the magic pattern, the part that resembles the human vein, and is very important to the witcher. The atrophy of the demonic energy root system not only means that the strength decreases and cannot grow, but also directly threatens the life of the demon hunter. Because in essence, the magic pattern is a simulation of the demonic bloodline. What is the difference between a demon hunter and an ordinary person without the magic pattern?

"I'll be careful." After a moment of silence, Martha said.

In fact, this damage was not the cause of her fight with Chen Yan, but her physical problem. It's ridiculous to say, Martha has had a talent far beyond ordinary people since she was a child, and was once regarded as the most dazzling star in the family, but providence makes people, and as she grows older, her physical problems are exposed. That is the same frequency physique, and physical injuries will affect the magic pattern.

Strictly speaking, the same frequency physique is not a bad thing, but it is an extremely good gene. Because the same frequency will make the magic pattern and the flesh highly combined, so that it grows rapidly, but also because the combination is too dense, the wounds of the flesh will also be reflected on the magic pattern. Make it a cursed physique.

Come to think of it, aren't witchers respected by the world because of their combat prowess? If you have this kind of physique, who would dare to fight? And how is the value of the witcher reflected?

So since then, Martha has become an outcast of the family, no one loves her anymore, pays attention to her, and she has become an inconsequential group of people in the family.

The temperature in the room was moderate, but Martha still felt a little cold, and there were pimples on her snow-white skin. She wiped off the last drop of water with a towel and changed into a battle uniform handed by the maid. The black battle suit obscured her beautiful body. It also covers her vulnerability.

"Mary, give me a copy of Potion Three."

"Miss!" The blonde woman, Mary, exclaimed. Hurriedly walked over. "You can't use Potion Three anymore. That can seriously damage your body. ”

"I'll pay attention." Martha frowned, still resolutely. "Bring it to me."

Elixir No. 3 is not the standard elixir of the Demon Hunter Guild, but the self-formulated medicine of the small group of Martha, and its essence is highly concentrated Moonflower Extract. The Moonflower only grows in places with the highest concentration of demonic energy, so it is also called the Demon Flower. It has a high purity of plant magic in its veins, and is one of the recipes for many magic hunting potions.

But even plant magic is magic. Excessive intake can produce radiation and toxic reactions, which are extremely harmful to the human body.

Martha relied on Elixir III to sustain her evolution. Every day is overdrawing her life.

The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive, and it took a while for the blonde woman to take a tube of potion and carefully hand it to Martha. "Can't wait, miss. This is the last Potion Three. Our quotas have been slashed a lot lately. So ......"

"I'll talk to the Council of Elders." Martha sneered, took the potion and inserted it into the vessel. The dark blue potion was pushed to the ground by her, and she threw down the potion gun. Turned and left the room.

The castle is huge. Martha made her swift through it, the guards all the way saluting her. Martha, however, did not even return the salute, and after a while came to a room on the upper floor of the castle, where two guards were standing guard, and saw her hurrying up to meet her.

"Miss Martha."

"Fuck off. I want to see Elder North. ”

"Elder North is busy. He doesn't want ......"

"I said fuck off!" Martha's eyebrows widened, and the guard was pushed out by an invisible force and slammed against the wall.

Blood was sliding down his back, and Martha had kicked the door open.

Behind the door was a richly decorated room, where an old man was lying on a large fluffy bed, enjoying the caresses of two girls. He was dressed in loose pajamas, and his right hand, full of old age spots, swam over the girl's naked body, which occasionally provoked the girl's laughter.

"Elder North, you're really busy." Martha gave the old man a cold look. Sarcastic sneered.

The old man didn't even look at her, just played with the girl in his arms, and after a while raised his head and said. "You didn't knock."

"Does knocking on the door work?" Martha walked into the room, kicked a table away, and swaggered down in the largest chair. "I just want to ask, who moved my quota?"

"No one moved." Elder North pushed the girl away from his arms and sat up slowly. "It's your own performance that is too disappointing, so the clan has decided to reduce your quota to one-third."

"What!?" Martha's eyes widened. "Are you kidding?"

"We never joke about waste because there's no value." Elder North replied, then got up and took a piece of paper and threw it on the ground. "A witcher who can't even do basic protection tasks, what qualifications does he have for the family to invest? What's more, you have caused the family to lose an excellent descendant, and the family has been disappointed in you! ”

"What kind of descendant is that?" Martha jumped to her feet, a dangerous cold glint in her eyes. "A bloodline that doesn't know how far it branches? He's just a piece of trash, a trash who only knows how to spend his days drinking. ”

"Then he's doing things for the family! And it's done brilliantly. Elder North interrupted Martha's words and said sarcastically without mercy. His lineage is more remote, so what about you? An illegitimate child who can't even tell his origin? Who knows who your father is? Is it your mother's self-proclaimed patriarch, or is it some maid who no one can figure out? ”

"Don't forget, who gave you everything you have today!"

"You dare to insult my mother!? I'll kill you!! Martha was furious and rushed at the other party. (To be continued......)