Whatever happened between Hilton and the monster, Cesare was even more convinced that Hilton was a vengeful man. But none of that matters at this moment.
Cesare quickly picked up the cane that had fallen on the ground and thrust the bottom end into the ground. At this same moment, Cesare, who had never actually used a magic wand, seemed to open the door to a new world.
He could clearly feel all the floating magic in this area, whether it was the unexploited original magic in the earth, the strange power emanating from monsters, or the ocean of magic released by the cardinal in the sky. The surveillance eyes from above are watching everything that happens here.
Cesare was able to sense that the army was approaching here through the reverse flow of magic power. It was affected by the woods and needed to form a formation, which delayed time.
As long as it takes a little longer, Crocia can be treated, and hope is rekindled in Cesare's heart.
The bottom of the cane is the whirlpool of the ocean, greedily extracting all the magic power from the earth. At the moment when the cane is filled with magic power, the carvings and hidden runes on the upper surface of the entire ivory cane emit a dazzling white light at this moment.
This is what magic should be like, Cesare thought to himself, but what he didn't know was that his eyes, which were also carriers of magic power, were also bursting with strange brilliance, but the color was slightly dim...
"Broken!" Cesare recited the spell firmly as if giving an order to the magicians. The more powerful magic shattered all the rainwater in its path. Before the monster healed from the scar on his shoulder, The broken spell tore through the last few strong hyphae, like an invisible giant tearing off its arm.
Amidst the ear-piercing screams, the soil immediately began to melt after the broken arm was dropped. The remaining hyphae on it were lifted up like a dying struggle to return to the main body, but in the end they gradually lost their vitality and turned into a puddle. Bloody water.
The monster was not defeated. His pain only remained for a moment before he regained his energy. However, when he looked at Cesare, he no longer just looked at his prey, but with a bit of real fear. The situation has changed, but it is not the time to underestimate the enemy. Just making the enemy serious is not something to be proud of.
Just as Cesare once again contained magic power in his cane and waited for the monster's reaction, the sound of many people approaching came from the woods.
The monster raised its head and sniffed the surrounding air. Its eyes became sharp and alert, showing a unique alert state. He faced Cesare with his canine teeth protruding, baring his teeth and making a threatening sound. The ground under his feet suddenly became like His body slowly sank in like a swamp.
Cesare watched it sink into the ground and turned into a bulge made of mycelium. He thought it was going to launch a final offensive, but instead it flew away towards the depths of the forest at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Soon, it disappeared without a trace.
Cesare, who didn't know if this was a trap, still didn't dare to let down his guard. He stared closely at the surrounding woods, paying attention to any sounds that might bring threats, such as the chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, and the sound of leaves being blown by the wind. The dark clouds dispersed, and the warm sunshine once again hit the young man's exhausted face.
"We found survivors! There are children here!"
This was the last sound Cesare heard. He wanted to say, "Save my sister," but he didn't know if he made a sound. He only knew that the tense nerves had dragged him into the ground at the moment they were released. Maybe the world was originally dark, but when the first person opened his eyes, there was light.
The huge old castle library is filled with the strong fragrance of books, and the sound of rustling books is echoed. The main body of the house is supported by several ancient and dilapidated pillars. For unknown reasons, only the base and some remaining parts of the central marble statue remain. It can be vaguely guessed that it is a sculpture about birds.
There was a floor-to-ceiling window in the direction it originally faced. The outdoor light penetrated the dark glass and illuminated the entire space. The dust floating in the sunlight seemed to break the shackles of time, giving the ancient library a unique look. Such vitality.
The boy who moved into the castle gradually adapted to the new life here. With the permission of the count, the library in the castle became the place where he spent the longest time every day.
The bookshelf here is divided into several areas according to the content of the books, and the books filled with them are also placed in order according to the order of the first letter.
Although there are many books here, there are no books suitable for children if you look around. There are no fairy tales and fables here, only boring written records of engineering theories and religious history.
The young boy sat with his back against the side of the bookshelf, using his bent legs to support the bulky classic. It was a book about religious stories, most of which were consistent with the content of the church's orthodox Bible.
However, the directions and specific plots of some of the stories are completely different. Obviously, there are many different versions of folk interpretations of religion.
The boy turned a new page and read the plot of the saint's execution. It said that the Son of God was whipped and wearing a crown of thorns, and was executed in the execution ground in front of sinners. The death of the saint triggered In order to avenge the evil deeds of the world, crows hovered in the sky for several days, blinding the eyes of sinners and destroying their wheat fields.
However, God forgives those who repent and cannot bear the suffering of mortals. He allows pure white roses to breed in front of the door of repentant people. When crows see the roses, they know that the sinner is seeking salvation, so they obey God's will and give up revenge.
The religious stories were obscure and difficult to understand, and the boy could not fully understand their meaning. Compared with them, the theoretical records of mechanical engineering seemed more interesting.
The boy gently closed the book in his arms, stood up, moved his already numb legs a few times, and put the book back in its place. Just as he was about to choose what to read next, a clear and lovely voice came into his ears.
"elder brother?"
His sister's voice was so sweet, reminding him that he had been sitting in the library for too long and it was time to move around. The boy looked for the source of the sound, but the other party was preparing for a hide-and-seek competition. He could only vaguely hear the girl's windchime-like laughter, but he could never see her figure.
Understanding the other party's intention, the boy slowly started to run. He followed the girl's laughter and left the old library. He walked through the scarlet carpet and ran freely in the castle. The corridor echoed with the footsteps of two children chasing and playing.
He ran out of the open-air platform and saw the tall iron gate leading to the outside world in the courtyard. He looked back and saw the white dress flashing past the corner, so he continued to follow, stepping on the stairs going down, jumping every step. A cracked gap rushed down the long staircase for a child, and the cheerful sound echoed on the wall like running water, seeming to extinguish the gloomy atmosphere of the castle.
When running through the large foyer, the always closed castle door was suddenly pushed inwards, and the dazzling light shone into the hall and dispelled the accumulated gloom here. The boy subconsciously ducked behind the wall and leaned out half of the door. He turned his head towards the figure standing outside the door.
The boy caught a glimpse of two grown men walking into the castle. Although they did not meet often, the boy still had a very vague impression of these two men. The first one was János, who had scars on his face. He always looked very serious. He looked so fierce that the boy had always been a little afraid of him. At this time, Janos was holding something in his arms...
He squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and was surprised to find that it was a girl about the same age as the boy. What was impressive was that the girl had silver hair.
The person following Janos was a slightly fat man. Unlike the calm Janos, his face was very ugly. He seemed to be worried about something terrible that was about to happen. He eagerly negotiated with the sweeping servant at the door. After a few words, the servant's face suddenly darkened as if he had heard the bad news, and he quickly turned around and left to inform the count.
The boy hiding behind the wall was hidden from the sight of the servants. He unknowingly forgot about the fun he had just played. Now he was only curious to know what would happen next.
After a while, he heard the familiar sound of walking on three legs. The count, who was always ill, rushed over anxiously from the other side with a cane. He was hunched over, his face was as pale as ever, and his body was Her clothes were still very messy and she didn't seem to have made much preparation for this visit from others.
"How long has it been! Garber! I told you to pay more attention to the wounds of the attacked, why did you find out now!?" The count forcefully poked his cane on the ground, his pale face revealed redness, and his lips tightened They even crowded together ferociously and reprimanded loudly. "Where is the injured part and how is she doing now!?"
"I'm sorry, sir, we were negligent. We have been busy catching..." The man named Garber responded in a panic, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Janos, and the next words were spoken by Janos continued with a calm tone.
"Anyway, her eye was scratched by a scarecrow in a previous attack. She never spoke or complained about pain. I thought it was just an ordinary injury...until today I found signs of infection."
The silver-haired girl in Janos's arms seemed to be suffering from a high fever, with an unhealthy blush on her face. She was breathing hard. Her hair covered her left eye, and her exposed right eye was painfully tight. Closed.
And when Janos lifted her hair and exposed her left eye to the sun, the boy almost covered his mouth to prevent him from making a sound because of what he saw.
There was a horrifying vertical crack on the tender eyelid. The crack ran from the upper eyelid through the eyeball, leaving a dark red mark on the pupil. The girl seemed to be trying her best to close the injured eye, but at the same time, something The black object was hidden in the wound, and small branches extended outwards to open the girl's eyelids up and down.
Even those who are young and ignorant will be shocked by such a strange sight. The eyes that have become strangely scarlet due to blood congestion no longer seem to belong to the girl's body, but from another unknown and terrifying soul.
Seeing the count start to shake his head, Garber, who had been standing next to him, looked even more anxious. "This girl is the only one left alive in the Nagy family... Sir, we must save her."
"Calm down first!" Although the count said this, it was not difficult to see from his restless and twitching fingers on his cane that it seemed that he was not calm at all.
"The infection is already spreading. We have to take out the eyeballs quickly... Bring her in first, we need more forgetworts... Garber, find someone to pick the freshest ones from nearby. Remember, the fresher the herbs, the better. In this case, you can only do your best and leave it to fate. If applying the herbs has no effect... Janos, you know what to do."
The expressionless Janos nodded, then followed the count with the silver-haired girl in his arms towards the room deep in the castle, while Garber sighed and left through the door.
Just when the boy was hesitating whether to continue to follow them secretly, a sweet and doubtful voice sounded in his ears again, but this time the white dress had quietly come to his side and called softly in the boy's ear. elder brother……
