Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

After completing the preparations required for the "blood transfusion" and the security personnel - referring to Ernest - were in place, Iris opened the magic circle for purification and blood transfusion.

The blood in her body continued to flow out, and she felt dizzy and her body gradually lost strength.

The mage himself cannot solve all the reverse points in the body independently, so he needs the assistance of the magic circle.

However, this method is extremely risky. After Ernest came to the room and looked around and saw no one else, he immediately frowned and asked directly:

"You didn't find someone to take the medicine? Don't you know that you are not far from the mutation?"

A mage cannot independently expel all inverse points from the body, but if there is a person who can serve as a carrier to receive the inverse points, then expelling the inverse points will become a very simple matter, and the risk of "exchange" will also be greatly reduced.

The person who receives the reverse point is called the medicine receiver.

The life and death of the person who receives the medicine is often determined by the mage who is performing a "blood exchange". If the mage does not exercise restraint and discharges all the reverse points into the body of the person who receives the medicine regardless of life or death, the person who receives the medicine is very likely to mutate into a monster on the spot. Die.

Using a medicine receiver is the solution for most forbidden magicians to solve the problem of too high concentration of their reverse points. It is beneficial to oneself, only hurts others, and the cost is controllable - just catch an unlucky guy who looks easy to mess with on the road. .

The cost of using the magic circle is as prohibitive as the risk of death, and it will be debilitating for a long time after it is over. In most cases, no one will choose this option. After all, the group of forbidden magicians cannot be expected to be kind.

The higher the inverse point concentration, the higher the risk of blood transfusion. Using people who receive medicine is the most appropriate method, although this method is unscrupulous.

Iris was not surprised by the fact that Ernest's bottom line was lower than hers. This man might have ruined more lives behind his back than she knew. If she had asked him to pick up the medicine person in advance, he would probably have done nothing. Without hesitation, he brought three or four to her from the family dungeon.

She wiped the knife used to bleed herself without raising her head:

"No need. Although I can't use forbidden magic just by relying on dots like my mother, I am also influenced by her and my tolerance to reverse dots is higher than the average person. Now I am still far away from the death line you think. Due to the distance, the risk of blood transfusion is not that great.”

Ernest showed his classic sarcastic smile again:

"When you're in so much pain that you're about to die, don't expect me to give you the medicine."

Iris turned the knife over and said calmly:

"I didn't count on you."

The harsh words half an hour ago were still vivid in her mind, and at this moment, Iris, whose face was twisted in pain, wanted to pull Ernest down from her recliner, who was leisurely flipping through her potion collection, and grabbed his hand. He forced his neck to give him the medicine.

It hurts, it really hurts.

She gripped the carpet with such force that her knuckles turned white. She looked up and saw that the man had finished reading the potions book and found a spell book. She was so angry that she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

Is this his work attitude as a security guard? ? He couldn't even find out that she was dead! !

Ernest raised his eyelashes and saw that she still had the strength to glare, so he calmly turned to the next page of the book.

When the progress reached 60 or 70%, her hand slowly loosened and fell to the side.

His eyes were half-opened, and he had no strength left in his body.

It is often at this time that the danger begins.

The only thing she could do was to hold on until the end of the process. If she closed her eyes early, all her previous efforts would be wasted, and the consequences would be disastrous.

The only sound left in the room was the quiet sound of someone turning the pages of a book.

She tried to close her eyes several times but held back, and then tried to think of something to maintain her sanity, but failed. Even thinking was difficult under the extreme pain.

She simply gave up and turned her eyes around her room to divert her attention.

Her eyes finally focused on the warm yellow wallpaper, and her pupils began to slowly lose focus at some point. The sound of light footsteps in her ears was almost distant, and the pain of being crushed hard came from her hands. The rough soles also took care of her fingers. After crushing it a few more times with her fingers, Iris, who was so stimulated that she suddenly woke up, observed the situation and wished she could jump up and give him a kick.

Her eyes were wide enough, but the man moved calmly, and then took care of her other hand.

Iris felt that she was completely awake. She shook her hands and wanted to get up in anger.

Seeing through her thoughts, the man said elegantly and gently:

"Are you sure you want to waste your energy at a time like this?"

Iris extinguished the fire angrily, feeling that she was cut into pieces in her heart.

Taking the opportunity to retaliate, definitely taking the opportunity to retaliate!

After stepping on her several times, Ernest realized that the number of times she needed to be reminded exceeded the safe range, and he suppressed the smile on his face.

He carefully investigated her situation and told her cautiously:

"You're probably two or three minutes away from death."

Hearing the good news, Iris was overjoyed:

"great."

Ernest decided to pretend he didn't hear this.

"Hand out."

Knowing what he was going to do, she hid her hand behind her back.

"Now is not the time to show off."

He lowered his eyes and said calmly.

Iris wanted to laugh at his inconsistent words and deeds, but she couldn't even pull the corners of her lips, and he easily picked up her hand and held it in his palm.

The other person's hand was not cold, but warm to the touch. She squeezed it several times unconsciously.

Ernest wanted to laugh at her, but when he saw that she had half-closed eyes and looked unconscious, she probably didn't even know what he was talking about, so he had to give up and actively guided the reverse point in her body to flow towards his hand.

He thought that it would be troublesome if she died, but it would be even more difficult to explain her death in front of him, otherwise he would not come here today.

It wasn't until the light of the magic circle was completely extinguished that he retracted his hand and tried to carry the person to the bed. However, the moment he stood up, he stumbled and the person was thrown onto the quilt and rolled twice.

...This was not my intention.

Ernest held his dizzy head with his hands, stood against the wall for a while, found a chair and sat down, closing his eyes and slowly expelling the raging reverse points in his body.

*

Iris felt hot all over while she was half asleep. She was very familiar with that feeling. It was a high fever. She had experienced it several times before when she was recuperating from serious injuries.

She subconsciously wanted to gather ice cubes and put it on her face, but she was too weak to move or speak. In her confusion, she realized that someone had put an ice towel on her forehead and fed her warm water through her chapped lips from time to time. .

The cold cup touched her lips for an unknown number of times. She lost the ability to think and cooperated as before. However, she was surprised to find that the liquid in her mouth was sweet but bitter and had a weird taste. She was so disgusted that she refused to swallow it. , but was held down by the neck and threatened.

She had no choice but to give in, still thinking that when she could move, she would beat up the guy who forcibly fed her such disgusting things.

Ernest, who reluctantly gave her antipyretic medicine and had to fight her wits, washed the cup and put it aside with a sullen face. When he saw her frowning twice in pain, she felt slightly relieved.

Alexia doesn't even need him to drink medicine, so she's nothing like her.