Thomas half-knelt on the hard stone floor, tilting his head back and looking at the vague Morin with tears streaming down his face, the warm smile still hanging on his detached soul, as always.

Hugo and the Brown knight stood silently on the side, not making any noise, no matter what their camp or interests, this sincere friendship was always worthy of respect and yearning, and the only way to express this admiration at this time was to leave time for this man who knelt on the ground and wept loudly.

Just when a few people stayed in place, at the corner of the third floor above their heads, a house-elf who had lost its right arm squeezed in through the window again, its right arm had disappeared, its face was very ugly, the big old eyes were full of bloodshots, and the expression seemed to begin to have a little trance, obviously the effect of the spell on him was more than just one arm, but even if the state of the body was bad, there was always an inexplicable force supporting it, making it stagger forward, there was its young master waiting for him, looking forward to it, looking forward to it, it must not stop here！

Finally stood at the door of the study, the only remaining left hand gently opened the closed door, making a series of 'creaking' sounds, behind the door stood a young man, he stood sideways by the window on the first floor of the study, his eyes stared at the winter lake outside, his hands behind his back were clenched tightly, and the muscles in his hands were constantly bulging to show that his heart was not at all as calm as it seemed on the outside.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, John Bacon trembled, subconsciously tensed his body, and even stopped breathing, he stood stiffly in place, I don't know what kind of mood he had, he couldn't even turn his head to see who appeared at the door, he just stared at the pale scenery in the distance, let the muscles on his neck continue to knot and tremble, he just couldn't turn his head.

In this gap between success and failure, the alternation between black and white, the corner of survival and death, his heart, which he thought was completely relieved, twitched uncontrollably again.

'Haven't I let go, can't I see through this damned fate?'

Although he thought this in his heart, his body still trembled uncontrollably, and everything seemed to be determined the moment he turned his head, one look at heaven and one hell was just that.

"Young master, I'm back, I've brought things back!"

Suddenly, there was an extremely familiar voice in John's ears, this voice was nothing more than natural sound, John closed his eyes suddenly, he only felt a burst of weakness all over his body, his legs were a little weak, sweat wet his back at once, and he even felt the muscles in his shoulders spasm for a while, as if he was cramping.

John took a deep breath, took a step back with some trembling, turned his head stiffly, and just saw the tired old man who had lost his right hand, his eyes were hot, his heart seemed to be blocked by something, and his lips squirmed for a while before a few words popped out.

"You've done a great job!"

He bowed his head respectfully and bowed, but did not say anything, but stretched out his only remaining left hand, in which he held a red blood ball the size of a thumb with a strange luster, which seemed to John Bacon to be the whole world in his eyes!

This blood ball is wrapped in Bacon's hope and future, John's eyes flashed with a strange light, staring at the strange blood ball wrapped in magic in front of him, you can see that it seems to be still swimming a trace of black lines, like a imprisoned creature.

The vision in the blood deeply attracted John's attention, and his whole mind seemed to be immersed in this beautiful, evil blood ball, and when John woke up a little, he found that he had already taken this blood ball and held it in his hand, and an inexplicable greedy feeling grabbed his heart, making him want to swallow the blood in his body, and John did intend to do so.

What is there to hesitate about, what is there to lose, what is there to fear?

John Bacon swallowed the blood ball into his mouth and swallowed it, the cold and slippery ball rolled down his throat, and he felt as if he had swallowed a small piece of ice, which slid down his esophagus all the way into the inside of his body, leaving his stomach cold as well.

Yu Lu's eyes widened, staring at its young master's face, this matter is risky, who knows if the spell given by the dark wizard is real, or there are some strange hidden dangers, but these potential risks are all suppressed by John's strong desire, even if it is a poison, as long as it can give the young master power, then the young master will not hesitate to swallow it.

Time passed bitterly, John stood in front of the window, and not far from him stood a black swan statue with two wings and a pair of blood-red eyes, which squatted vividly on the special stone table, looking at John Bacon standing in front of him with an elegant neck, the red light in his eyes reflected the desperate man, and slowly a feeling of doubt emerged from the eyes of this statue.

A strange aura began to appear on John's body, a feeling that could cool down his soul, his face began to turn uncontrollably pale, and cyan blood vessels began to appear on his skin, trembling lightly up and down, and his figure staggered forward, leaning against the stone wall by the window.

Seeing that the little master was in such a bad state, Yu Lu hurriedly walked a few steps to support his thigh, staring at John, who was trembling more and more, and had cursed the dark wizard countless times in the most vicious language in his heart, and it seemed that there was obviously something wrong with the spell, and the blood cell was a trap, specially used to harm his little master.

Bacon was still trembling very much even under the support of the wheel, he felt that there were many small worms like hairs in his body that kept drilling, and the cold spreading from the inside of his body to the surroundings froze his whole body so that he could not resist at all, and could only endure this terrible feeling like a heart.

Just when the master and servant were struggling anxiously, a slightly chaotic footsteps began to be heard downstairs, and these footsteps stepped heavily on Yu Lu's heart like a magic sound, which shocked his heart and showed an unexpected expression. You must know that there are two armor puppets on the first floor, and there are five glory heads on the second floor, and the castle's defense system has been activated at this time, so it stands to reason that it should not be broken so quickly!

But that's the way it is, those damn intruders have already walked around the corner of the castle and are about to appear on the third floor..