Peter spun around in the hollow, and the strange calm around him was like an invisible hand on its heart, and with each step forward, the hand clenched slightly, until it was breathless.

Except for the fallen leaves of large and small spiders crawling, there was no trace of the battle.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Peter might have thought that the spider colony had just migrated.

It can also defeat the small eight-eyed giant spider colony, such as the large colony where Aragog is located, even if it can't be cleared all at once, Peter is sure to retreat.

But this battle is too weird, such a fierce scene, but there is not even a bit of wreckage, not a drop of juice left, all the slightly larger spiders are gone, only a few small points that can bite to death in its current form.

Peter secretly said that the appearance of that person was too terrifying, and he was already convinced of Hecate's existence in his heart.

The whole hollow was as if it had been licked by an extremely large greedy tongue, and everything that could be swallowed was swallowed.

Oh, I forgot there's a big one over there, and I vaguely heard it have something to do with Hagrid.

Perhaps Peter would have been a little interested in getting his hands on some of the tricks he could use, but now he just wanted to get back to the boy's bed as soon as possible.

The timid rat really didn't expect that Aini, who was usually gentle and polite, would be so simple and fierce when he started to kill a magical creature tribe to almost extinction.

Peter had made up his mind that he would never be alone in front of Aini unless he was in Ron's pocket.

God knows if he will slip his hand and send him away directly after seeing a little mouse.

In order to survive his life, even if he loses the opportunity to hook up with Hecate, he will not hesitate.

To be alive is to have everything.

But I'm really unwilling, obviously the opportunity that is hard to find is close at hand, but I can't find the key clues.

"Aren't you reconciled?"

Peter nodded, of course......

Wait a minute!

Who's talking?

Even though Ani was gone, Peter habitually hid himself in the shadows, so he was unaware of the shadows that appeared above him.

I didn't expect that I would be caught in the form of a mouse, so I could only fight hard.

Peter's eyes flashed with a fierce look that was the opposite of timidity, but it was replaced by ecstasy.

Although it had only heard this voice a few times, it had been etched into its memory.

Hecate?

Hecate!

On the stale fallen leaves, a small mouse arched its back so hard that its body almost changed.

No, not almost, the change did happen, first a male head came out, then the torso, the limbs, and after a few breaths, Peter was completely back to his original form.

He didn't dare to raise his head, and humbly prostrate on the ground, the thick stack of fat on his stomach was squeezed and spread out, like a degrading sea cucumber.

"Great being, your servant is willing to give all his loyalty."

Peter laboriously pressed his head to the ground, and in the past ten years as a mouse, he has grown too fat to eat, sleep and sleep.

"Oh? But what's the use of you? This greasy look doesn't look as tasty as the spiders."

"Hecate's" words were full of disgust, but when they fell on Peter's ears, he was relieved.

Even if he knew that the other party did not directly erase himself, he must have had some different thoughts, but the scene of the "sacrifice" just now was too shocking, which made Peter a little timid.

Hecate's questioning may seem murderous, but the meaning is exactly what Peter is looking forward to.

"I will serve you as Lord and offer you plenty of blood to devotion to any creature within my power."

Peter's head was pressed even lower, and his lips opened and closed with the rattle of blades of grass, which looked very funny.

However, this name is not good-looking, and it is always trusted

The short man who was sheltered behind others had enough meaning in his words to make most dark wizards shudder.

It was as if this was not the mother planet that gave birth to him, but just an insignificant stop in his life's journey, an emotionless offering...

Peter believed in the "dreams" that Aini had compiled for him, and learned that there were other worlds besides Blue Star, and that everything was no longer indispensable.

The terrible depression of all things is the best ending for him-

The premise is that Hekate, after receiving the blood food, can really give power and eternal life.

After waiting for a moment, Peter did not get an answer from the other, and the despicable man who was lying on the ground thought that the other party was doubting his determination, and hurriedly expressed his position.

"Do not doubt the determination of the servants, for it is their greatest value and honor that all things in the world may be sacrificed to you."

The other party still didn't say a word, and fine beads of sweat continued to pour out, soaking through the robes on his body and wetting the collapsed fallen leaves.

"So, you're still useful."

After a few more moments, "Hecate" replied in a quiet tone. She hadn't deliberately put pressure on Peter before, she was just shocked by his shamelessness.

As a forest elf and a darling of magic, Sylvie didn't need to eat or have any experience with it, but at this moment, she thought she probably understood what "disgusting" meant.

If it hadn't been for the promise that Aini would help him act, she would have almost been unable to resist her impulse, reaching out and smashing Peter's head with her small fist.

Maybe it's better to throw it out of the forbidden forest and kill it again, otherwise the ugliest poisonous weeds will surely grow in the place watered by his blood.

Sylvie didn't want those things to grow in the same space as herself, after all, strictly speaking, every plant in the Forbidden Forest was her body.

Hearing the expected response, Peter, who was sweating like a pulp, only felt that the torment of facing the abyss had changed from facing the abyss to the comfort after the sauna, and began to praise the other party's supreme kindness loudly.

But he didn't know that the person he worshipped was already thinking about what to do with his corpse......

It's ironic!

Peter's Occlumency is very slippery, but he doesn't have the talent for receptivity, and even if he could, he probably wouldn't dare to use it on Hekate.

The Eight-Eyed Spider Clan's train hadn't arrived in Hell yet, and Peter didn't want to catch their last train.

I don't know that he is in the game, but he is wandering in great happiness at this time, and he feels that every cell in his body is singing, and even the bald words are added to the sincerity.

"Master, what shall I tell you when my servant has prepared the blood to eat?"

Some trembling voices became more respectful, and only by leaving the imprint of the other party could today's action be considered a complete success.

"Servant? How is the powerless mortal worthy to be my dependent?"

Sylvie, who played "Hekate", laughed, and his words were full of contempt and contempt.