Peter turned around in the depression, and the strange calmness around him seemed to be an invisible hand touching his heart. Every time he took a step forward, the hands would tighten slightly, until he could not breathe.
Apart from the fallen leaves trampled by large and small spiders as they crawled, there was no trace of the battle at all.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Peter might have thought that the spiders had simply migrated.
It can also defeat small Acromantula colonies, such as the large colony where Aragog is located. Even if it cannot be wiped out in one go, Peter is sure to escape unscathed.
But the battle just now was too weird. In such a fierce scene, not even a single bit of debris or a drop of juice was left behind. All the larger spiders disappeared, and only some of them could bite in their current form. Dead little one.
Peter secretly thought that the appearance of that person was too terrifying, and he was already convinced of Hecate's existence.
The entire depression was as if it had been licked by an extremely huge greedy tongue, and everything that could be eaten was swallowed up.
Oh, I forgot that there is a big one over there. I vaguely heard that it has something to do with Hagrid.
Maybe usually Peter would be a little interested in seeing if he could catch something that could be exploited, but now he just wanted to return quickly, to the boy's bed.
The timid mouse really didn't expect that Ani, who was usually gentle and polite, would be so brutal and brutal in his actions, killing a tribe of magical creatures to almost extinction.
Peter had made up his mind that he would never appear alone in front of Ernie unless Ron was in his pocket.
God knows if he would send him away directly after seeing a little mouse.
In order to survive, he would not hesitate to lose the chance to hook up with Hecate.
To live is to have everything.
But I am really unwilling to give in. It is obvious that a rare opportunity is just around the corner, but I can't find the key clues.
"Are you very unwilling?"
Peter nodded, of course...
etc!
Who is speaking?
Although Aini had left, Peter still habitually hid himself in the shadows, so he did not notice the shadows that appeared above him at some point.
I didn't expect that someone would catch me while moving in the form of a mouse. In this case, I had no choice but to fight hard.
A fierce look that was completely opposite to timidity flashed in Peter's eyes, but it was soon replaced by ecstasy.
Although he had only heard this sound a few times, it had already been deeply engraved in his memory.
Hecate?
Hecate!
On the old fallen leaves, a little mouse arched its back so hard that its body shape was almost changed.
No, not almost, the change was indeed happening. The first thing that came out was a male head, then the torso and limbs. After a few breaths, Peter completely changed back to his original appearance.
He did not dare to raise his head, and prostrated humbly on the ground. The thick pile of fat on his belly was squeezed and spread out, like a degrading sea cucumber.
"Great being, your servant is willing to devote all his loyalty."
Peter pressed his forehead to the ground with great effort. In the more than ten years as a mouse, he had grown too fat by eating and sleeping.
"Oh? But what's the use of you? This greasy look is not as delicious as those spiders."
"Hecate"'s words were full of disgust, but when they fell into Peter's ears, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if he knew that the other party showed up and did not directly erase him, he must have some other thoughts, but the "sacrifice" scene just now was so shocking that Peter couldn't help but feel a little timid.
Hecate's question seemed cruel, but the meaning behind it was exactly what Peter expected most.
"I am willing to serve you as my Lord, offer you ample blood food, and dedicate any living creature within my power to you."
Peter's head was lowered, and the opening and closing of his lips was accompanied by a swishing sound of playing with blades of grass, which looked very funny.
However, this name is not good-looking and always asks for help.
The meaning revealed in the words of the short man sheltering behind others was enough to make most dark wizards feel chilled.
It was as if this place was not the mother planet where he was born and raised, but just an insignificant stop in his life journey, a piece of emotionless dedication. ..
Peter believed the "dream" compiled for him by Ani and learned that besides Blue Star, there were other worlds, and everything here was no longer indispensable.
The terrible depression of all things is exactly the best ending for him——
The premise is that Hecate can really grant strength and immortality after receiving blood food.
After waiting for a moment, Peter did not get an answer from the man. The despicable man lying on the ground thought that the other man was doubting his determination and quickly expressed his position.
"Please do not doubt your servant's determination. Being able to sacrifice everything in the world to you is their greatest value and honor."
The other party still didn't say a word, and fine beads of sweat kept pouring out, soaking his robes and wetting the fallen leaves.
"So, you are still of some use."
After a while, "Hecate" replied in a faint tone. She didn't deliberately create pressure on Peter before, she was just shocked by his shamelessness.
As an elf of the forest and the darling of magic, Sylvie does not need to eat and has no relevant experience. But at this moment, she thinks she roughly understands what "disgusting" means.
If she hadn't promised Aini to help him act, she would have almost been unable to restrain her impulse and stretched out her small fist to smash Peter's head.
Maybe it would be better to throw him out of the Forbidden Forest and then kill him, 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.
After hearing the expected response, Peter, who was sweating profusely, felt that the abyss of suffering he had just faced turned into the feeling of relief after taking a sauna, and he began to praise the other party's supreme kindness loudly.
Little did he know that the being he worshiped was already thinking about how to dispose of his body...
That’s ironic!
Peter was very good at Occlumency, but he didn't have the talent for Legilimency. Even if he could, he probably wouldn't dare to use it on "Hecate".
The leading car of the Acromantula tribe has not yet arrived at Hell, and Peter does not want to catch their last train yet.
He didn't know that he was in the game, but he was wandering in great happiness at this time. He felt that every cell in his body was singing for joy, and even his bald words of praise were filled with sincerity.
"Master, what will your servant say to you after preparing the blood meal?"
Some trembling voices became more respectful. Only by leaving the other party's mark can today's action be considered a complete success.
"Servant? How can an incompetent mortal be worthy of becoming my retinue?"
Sylvie, who played "Hecate", laughed, her words full of contempt and disdain.
