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

Ten seconds later, the blue light suddenly went out.

He says:

"Stop being willful."

Aecilia's lips turned white, unable to raise her eyes to look at him.

He came up to her and said:

"It's just that this level doesn't require the medicine provided by the Vincent family."

He covered her head with his hands.

They all seemed to enjoy doing it.

A warm current surged into her limbs, and her lips returned to color at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Tick-"

The button is pressed again.

Fifteen seconds.

Ernest watched her reaction and paused in time.

Her body was basically destroyed by the side effects of the potion, and her time would be numbered if she continued not to interfere.

As for whether doing so will hasten her death...

Before the end of the matter, the Ramirez family had the strength to hang on to her last breath.

It's a pity that she has never cooperated before. If she had been obedient from the beginning, she would have suffered very little pain - there would be no punishment from them, no need to drink potions, and naturally she would not suffer from the side effects.

This young heart has been trapped in an innocent dream for too long, and its chest is still beating with stubborn ambition.

She needed to sober up for a while.

He saw that Aecilia's arms were red from being restrained by the restraints during the struggle just now, and she was currently resting motionless on the electric chair.

He stepped forward, held her chin and poured a bottle of magic potion into her, and pressed the scarlet button again in her dead eyes.

She turned her head slightly to see what the button looked like, but she didn't have time.

……

Seventeen seconds.

Ernest sniffed her nose once and said something in her ear - he was either leaning over or squatting down.

"You didn't get the formula for those potions with your own hands - that's what they left for you, right? What they left for you should be much more than that, and the most important thing - is the truth. I guess you know All the truth, then you should understand that the only one you can rely on is us."

In the plain tone, the shadow of the devil slyly bared its teeth and claws, and Aecilia seemed to hear the devil whispering in her ears.

He did not ask her to agree to anything at this time, but said:

"Let's give it a try... I won't drink the magic potion this time. How about drinking it next time?"

Next time, it will be twenty seconds.

……

Her vision was dim, and she smelled a smell of blood—coming from herself.

The slightly cold liquid slid down her throat, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She felt she had the strength to speak.

Ernest would not talk to her after he started - because she couldn't hear it, or if she heard it, she couldn't remember or think about it.

She saw clearly that he was squatting in front of her, looking down and stroking the hair on the side of her face with his hands.

"How does it compare to the side effects of the potion?"

he asks.

This question is really difficult to answer...

she thinks.

"I'll have the doctor come over later, what do you think?"

After hearing this, she finally reacted.

She tried to raise her head, but her face was clamped by his hands, unable to move.

"Tell me—are you willing?"

His eyes were indifferent, waiting for her to speak.

Aecilia has already imagined such a situation. If the doctor really comes - all the preparations she has been making from the beginning will be in vain, and her future life will be like a bird with broken wings in a cage, unable to fly freely or have childish fantasies.

If she refused...she didn't know what they were going to do to her. If they used conscious control methods, would the result be affected by her will?

If the answer is "no," there is no way out whatever she chooses. So, take the answer “yes” seriously.

If she pretends to give in and wait until the "doctor" comes over, there is a half chance that she will lose the entire chess game. If she just insists on being tough, she might be able to deduce the answer to the question from his attitude, and there is still a slight chance of retaining control of herself. right.

The matter has come to this, since I can't die...

"I don't want to."

She spoke softly.

Although the potion allowed her to regain a lot of strength, she still couldn't be as majestic as she imagined.

He could hear clearly.

Ethelia told herself.

Ernest laughed.

"You want to use your own body to test whether your will can affect the result? I can tell you directly, it can. However, I also have many ways to affect your will... Just like now, it only takes twenty seconds, you I can’t even remember who the person in front of me is.”

After getting the answer, Aecilia looked at him steadily and said:

"wrong."

Ernest lowered his head and waited quietly for her next words.

She slowed down for a while, gathered some strength, and then continued to say:

"I will never forget you."

Her eyes plunged into his cold and indifferent eyes without timidity.

Ernest stood up.

"I want to tell you that wasting time is pointless, but you don't seem to think so. The 'doctor' will definitely come today, and before that..."

He turned his eyes to the button in his hand and smiled slightly:

"Let's see how long you can last."

Her eyelashes fluttered for a while, then she closed her eyes.

*

Aecilia lowered her head, a new armchair beneath her.

Ernest placed a glass of warm water in front of her.

"Celebrate your official joining."

Aecilia managed to pull the corners of her mouth, held up the water glass, and drank the water bit by bit under his gaze.

He tidied the broken hair on her forehead with his black-gloved fingers. The blood stains on the gloves had been cleaned up, but the smell of blood still lingered.

She subconsciously wanted to turn her head away, but as her thoughts turned, her body froze in place.

She had no choice but to wait for him with the water glass. After he left her and sat back down in his seat, she put down the water glass she had been holding.

Ernest handed her two stacks of papers.

"The stack of information above is all things you need to know. Sometimes you may need to adapt to changes. Don't be unable to answer when asked.

"The stack below is a health improvement plan based on your physical condition - provided you stop drinking those magic potions.

"There is also your magic defect analysis and improvement plan. After that, I will train you according to the above content. The exchange competition is a buffer node. After the node, things will completely explode. Obtaining enough trump cards through the exchange competition should not be necessary. My reminder.”

She reached out and took the information, without saying anything, and read through it quietly.

Analysis of the cooperation and competition between each family, detailed information on the descendants of each family in this generation, the characteristics of blood magic corresponding to various families, the status of different families in different fields... This is the first stack.