Chapter 9 09: The Blessing of the Fearless (Revision)

Author: I really want to eat meat 597

Chapter 9 09: The Blessing of the Fearless (Revision)

Slade's hands were covered in black scales, but her arms were not.

The arm was extremely thin, as dry as a dead tree. The crooked blood vessels and tendons were clearly visible, but it had astonishing strength.

And Angie is now lucky enough to experience this.

At this time, Angie was pressed against the wall by Slade. Almost her whole body was suspended in the air, and only her toes could barely reach the ground. She instinctively raised her hand, trying to open the "clamp" that was as tight as a vise.

Black claws on his neck.

But she still gave up.

Because the killing intent released by Slade was so heavy that even the air seemed to be stagnant.

Reason told her that if she continued to struggle, she would really be killed by the person in front of her.

"Who sent you?"

Angie shook her head hard.

Although she wanted to explain, the other party obviously didn't want to give her a chance.

Because she was pinched so hard that she couldn't speak at all.

Slade narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Did you survive on your own strength?"

Anji nodded, but her movements were much slower than before, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger.

"Two choices. Become a serf in my castle, or die directly?"

There was a pain in my neck that felt like muscle tearing.

It's no wonder, because now almost all the weight of her body is supported by the hand on her neck.

But when she heard Slade's words, her first reaction was not fear, but anger.

Since she came to this world, she has been lingering for breath.

No matter people or monsters, everyone looked down upon her and only regarded her as a little brat with no fighting ability.

Anyone with integrity will have a temper.

At this time, her temper rose!

Her hands were shaking violently due to lack of oxygen. She used all her strength to grab the dark wrist in front of her and gritted her teeth to squeeze out a hoarse voice from her throat:

"I don't choose!"

"I won't be your slave! And I won't die!"

Slade looked at her expressionlessly and increased the strength in his hand. The black liquid flowed towards Anji along the vein-wrapped arm, condensing into several twisting tentacles, like the tentacles of a snail, slowly moving

He looked towards her eyes and mouth.

At this time, Anji's trachea was completely blocked and she couldn't breathe. She could only hear the horrible gasping sounds and painful syllables coming from her mouth. She tried desperately to break the black claws at her neck, but she was still unable to move the other person in the slightest.

Seeing the curse getting closer and closer, it was almost about to penetrate into her eyes!

I can’t control that much anymore!

Although she didn't want to be strangled to death, at least she didn't want to be touched by the moving black water before she died!

The moment those black tentacles were about to touch her, she closed her eyes and concentrated, and her body was immediately covered with a hazy halo.

The curse suddenly stopped. They backed away a little and swayed left and right, as if they were looking at her curiously.

"Haha...it's quite interesting."

Slade sneered and let go of his hand.

With the sound of "dong", Anji collapsed on the ground, leaning against the corner weakly, feeling the fresh air pouring into her lungs like a tide, and feeling like a trance after a disaster.

Looking up at Slade, she saw that the black liquid had crawled back onto her arm, and a meaningful smile appeared on her pale face:

"If you were an ordinary person, you would have been dead long ago. It seems that you have received a lot of 'blessings'."

"bless?"

Slade didn't speak anymore, but threw a small silver sign next to her, and then it made a crisp sound when it hit the ground.

"Take it to Barton. I have my own matters to deal with."

It wasn't until Slade's back disappeared from sight that Angie picked up the small sign on the ground.

Taking a closer look, I found a line of words engraved on it:

Apprentice Knight Certificate.

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A rhythmic clicking sound echoed in the long and dark corridor.

Slade walked on the upward spiral stone steps, a cloak made of black water fluttering around her back, giving her an indescribable feeling of weirdness.

She stepped onto the steps, stopped suddenly, and said without looking back:

"She's still alive. If you want to go and see her, go ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with bandages all over his body walked out from the corner behind Slade.

This person was Scott. He looked solemn and bowed to Slade respectfully.

"Thank you very much, Lord Slade."

Slade turned around when he heard the sound, looking down at him with a half-smile, his tone was slow and cold:

"If you were not Tathrad's son, I would never let an unmotivated waste like you stay here."

Suddenly, Scott's face turned pale, as if he was carrying an invisible weight, and his voice began to become erratic.

"I'm very sorry, Lord Slade..."

"Okay. I have no intention of talking nonsense with you." Slade was a little irritated in a rare moment and waved his hand, "You have saved her, so it is up to you to supervise her. If you find any suspicious behavior on her part, report it to me immediately.

."

"yes!"

After Slade left, Scott's tense body finally relaxed a little.

The current situation has exceeded his expectations. To be honest, he never thought that Slade would be willing to save Angie's life for his sake.

Not to mention that this is a special period, what kind of face can a middle-aged and incompetent old knight have?

Scott sighed deeply.

It was time to meet his savior.

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When Jessiel returned to the room again, Angie was already sitting on the bed, silently chewing on the half-eaten bread.

The girl didn't seem to have changed much, but the skin around her neck had turned a shocking purple-red color, causing Jessiel to exclaim in surprise:

"Angie! Are you okay? Why is your neck like this?"

She immediately jogged a few steps and sat next to Anji, looking up and down nervously.

But Anji just smiled friendly at Jessir and said in a calm tone:

"I'm fine."

At least it's okay now, I'm just getting angrier the more I think about it.

She first smiled and comforted Jesiel with a few words. Seeing that the other party's mood seemed to have eased, she then asked with as natural an expression as possible:

"Jesir, I want to ask you something. What is 'blessing'?"

"bless?"

Jessiel's attention was immediately attracted by this question. She no longer bothered with Anji's "neck problem", but tilted her head and looked at him, her smart eyes flickering in the candlelight.

"A blessing is a curse."

"?"

Anji kept chewing the bread and froze on the spot, looking at Jessir in shock.

The silver wolf whose stomach was cursed and eaten away to reveal the white bones, and the Cyclops whose hands were covered with curses and threw corpses at her, and even the appearance of the chicken, flashed back and forth in Anji's mind.

What kind of blessing is this?

"Don't you know, Sister Anji? What people call a curse is actually a blessing for the fearless..." Jessiel explained to her very patiently, "The fearless are those who can withstand the curse and pass through it."

People who are exposed to curses to enhance their physical abilities."

Improve physical abilities through exposure to curses?
To be continued...