The Endless Shuttle

But under those half-closed eyes, there was a hot flash like a volcanic eruption.

"It's a headache sister."

The half-asleep girl turned her head and looked at the little girl shrunk in the corner of the dungeon, her expression wilted, and black death spots on her cheeks.

"Hey, human, what's your name?"

"Pai, Pest..."

Pest looked at the "demon" that appeared out of thin air in fear.

Chapter 75—The Goddess of Volcanoes and Power

The little girl in the cell has a relatively noble name in this era.

——Peste de Francois.

Although the surname of François is not as brilliant as it was carried forward by King François I of France more than a hundred years later in 1348, it still has a large area of ​​territory for France today. The surnames of the nobles in real power.

Even if her relatives had never loved her, even if her father only used her as a marriage prop, Pest was very fortunate to be born in such a family.

Compared with her leaders and serfs who get along all the time, she at least doesn't have to worry about being wrapped in thin and ragged clothes in winter, begging God for forgiveness, or starving to death because of the shortage of food.

But fortunately, fortunately, Pest did not have the common aristocracy's disadvantages that look down on mud-leg farmers.

It may be because of not being close to his family since he was a child. Compared to the nobles, Pest prefers to stay with the serfs and peasants. Under the clear sky, sitting on the straw with the skirt pressed down, listening to their chat and laughter while working in the field, this is Pete's favorite thing.

Her father also didn't bother to go to the little hobby of plumbing tools, and gave her a lot of personal freedom.

For the common people she likes, even if she hasn't gone to school for a day, Pest still learns her reading and writing skills, and has successfully practiced new farming theories at such a young age to improve crop failures due to the global cold.

Pest was loved by the people in the territory, and everyone praised her as a caring and intelligent lady.

Until the day the disease fell from the sky and broke out on the land of Europe.

Everything has changed.

One-third of the serfs died in one winter, and the family members were anxiously like ants on a hot pot, just for the decline of output and the shrinking of property.

Pest wanted to visit the serfs who were tortured by disease, but was strictly forbidden by his father in the castle.

The girl can only pray to God silently, praying that this disaster will pass quickly and return to her usual life.

It is a pity that God did not hear the humble prayer of the girl.

The plague called the Black Death became more rampant, with people dying in almost every family.

Finally, in the morning not long ago, Pest woke up from her sleep, she also started to have a fever and cough, and after just two days, she turned pale and started coughing up blood.

She was infected by the disease.

Fate is like making a bad joke with a young girl. Before the flowers bloom, she was thrown into the dungeon by her father who was afraid of disease.

What's more frightening is that in her trance, she heard that her father planned to take soldiers to clean up the serfs who had signs of infection. Because her father also realized that the plague would not let them go because of the blood of the nobles, and the gods of death would treat them equally.

But this is not something Pest can worry about.

She is weak, and her body pain has tortured her to the point of confusion.

Being able to last such a long period of time is already considered the favor of the gods, and she has an extraordinary talent. According to the girl's own judgment, she will not be able to sleep for three or four days at the latest.

Are you afraid?

Of course it will be scared.

Pest was terrified.

The icy floor was her coffin, the mice in the haystack were waiting to eat from her corpse, and the damp ceiling was dripping with foul-smelling water. The dungeon of the black hole, quietly dying in such a place, even an adult will collapse, let alone a young girl.

Under the pressure of fear, Pest began to be extreme.

She no longer prayed to God, but cursed God like crazy and cursed the father who threw her into the dungeon like crazy.

When she died, she began to beg for all existences that could beg for, demons, evil gods, and evil spirits. Under normal circumstances, the names that she would never chant down came out of Pest’s mouth. The girl just wanted to live, just want Get rid of the pain of disease.

Then, the **** did not respond to her, but the devil responded to her.

Like the ripples of the tide, the air was distorted, and a girl with light green curly hair emerged from the void, standing still talking to herself with a half-dream and half-awake expression.

"Hey, human, what's your name?"

The "devil" spoke, and his voice sounded like a lark.

"Pai, Pest..."

Pest replied weakly and fearfully.

"Pest de Francois... Are you a demon?"

She only learned from the priests of the church that demons are evil things that will deceive and kill people.

But as the moment was at stake, Pest's survival instinct was unwilling to let go of any chance to survive.

"Devil? Oh, you can think that way."

The girl with the light green long hair is unsympathetic, just sitting on the floor, as if this is not a dungeon but a high-class bedroom.

She stared at Pest with interest.

"Before the guy Lena Hasta comes here slowly, come and talk to me and pass the boring time..."

As she said, she slightly opened her eyes like volcanic magma.

"Huh? Black Death? Pest, you seem to be dying."

The girl said lightly, as if she was simply explaining a fact.

Pest got up forcibly from the haystack, coughed a few bites of blood, and reached out to the mysterious girl.

"Please...I am willing to give you whatever you want...Save me!"

"Uh, I don't like the plague very much." The girl shook her head disgustedly: "The plague is Lena's masterpiece, just like her great mother. I am the **** of volcanoes, oceans, vitality, sports, and power. Plague It’s impossible to fight with me."

"But, but you... ahem... You are a great demon, you must save me, right?"

Pest didn't want the only life-saving straw to be broken, struggling to kneel and kowtow to the light green girl.

"Please, please..."