Chapter 361 Blood Curse and Seal

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...When the curse of the bloodline awakens, the older the bloodline holder is, the more attractive she will be as a woman. Therefore, the wider the scope of the curse will be, and it needs to be sealed in time.

The reason why my Bulova family accepted this bad luck was not because of external force, but because our family is the pioneer of sealing magic. In order to avoid the recurrence of the great crime in the world, our family should develop with all our strength, pass it on from generation to generation, and never decline, so that the great crime will last forever Bind to oneself, so that the calamity of the ancient desert country's collapse will not happen again.

My descendants, please remember.

In the deepest underground layer of Castle Blois, the young owner Eric Blois sat down by the wall of the secret room, reading the title page of the ancient genealogy of the Blois family over and over again.

The words above are all written in ancient magic script, and it seems quite blunt to translate into modern language. However, every generation of patriarchs will pass on this stuff orally, and the content does not make him have too many doubts.

That is to say, the ancestors took the initiative to 'take' this curse? Blois threw the genealogy aside with a look of resentment, and said angrily, What are you kidding! If you want to be the savior, you will do it yourself, of course no one will. Who cares, but why do you want to involve your descendants?

And...and...why is it my daughter!

Beside him, Willy, who was still a newborn baby, was huddled in Mr. Blois's robe, floating lightly in mid-air about a foot above the ground.

Probably because she was tired from crying just now, and now she has fallen asleep sweetly with her eyes closed.

The young Mr. Blois turned his head and looked at Little Willie's delicate and fair face, his anger immediately turned into endless pity.

It was written clearly on the title page of the ancient genealogy that he needed to activate the sealing magic circle hidden under this secret room to seal the curse in his daughter's body.

And after the seal, you need to come back every once in a while to strengthen the seal.

Only in this way, the daughter can live like a normal person, and the people around her will not kill each other and cause even greater disasters because of that hateful curse.

But the price of sealing is that her daughter will no longer be able to express her emotions. Not only will they not be able to smile when they are happy, but they will also be ruthlessly deprived of the right to cry when they are sad.

'To avoid the reappearance of the great crime'...? Mr. Blois sneered, huh...'the great crime'? Whose crime is this? Is it my daughter's crime? Or... Is it our husband and wife?

After a moment of silence, Mr. Blois picked up the wand that he had thrown on the ground because he cared about his wife in the delivery room. Immediately afterwards, he took his daughter back into his arms, and then pointed his wand at the floor of the Chamber of Secrets.

Blowatakwa.

This is the secret room opening spell of the Bulova family, and it can only take effect if the blood matches. And as the incantation was sung, the ground suddenly trembled, and a passage extending downward opened in the center of the secret room.

A lot of things that were originally placed in the secret room were overturned, and some even fell directly into the tunnel, but Bulova was not interested in them at all, and he walked straight into the dark tunnel.

In this tunnel, a series of steps were dug. Every time he took a step, a candle would automatically light up on the wall of the passage.

The tunnel is not long, and soon, when stepping down the last step and stepping on the flat ground, the front suddenly lights up.

In front of him was a stone room with a ring of candles already lit, and there was nothing in the stone room—except for the strange pentagram pattern carved on the flat ground under his feet.

Although there are many lines and runes in it, compared with the circuit-type rune array figured out by Maca himself, this pentagram-shaped rune array is obviously much simpler.

The sealing magic of the Blois family is the foundation of the family, and it is also the ultimate reason why they have always been condescending in the French magic world.

In fact, the Bulova family has also experienced many genocide crises.

Although because of this, when the family moved, the family's inheritance also experienced a large-scale loss, but the sealing magic, which was the last layer of insurance, still remained after all.

Today, in the generation of Eric Blois, even if there is only some fur left, it is still enough to make the Blois family stand on the top of the global magic world.

But even so, when Mr. Blois saw the pentagram on the ground, he could only look blank.

At this point, we can only do what the genealogy says.

He looked down at the little Willie in his arms again, there were still a few teardrops on his immature face. When she stretched out her hand to wipe away those crystals for her daughter, she couldn't help but retract her palm.

His hands were already covered with dirty dust, how could he let his daughter get dirty again?

With a slight wave of the wand, little Willie floated to the center of the pentagram together with her father's robe.

Her sweet sleeping face was rosy, as if she had just dreamed of some wonderful feeling, and her pink mouth evoked a reassuring arc.

Seeing the warm smile on the corner of Willie's mouth, Mr. Blois felt a sharp pain in his heart like a needle prick.

Let her laugh a little longer, just a little while...

However, at this moment, his mind was in a trance, and the space in front of him seemed to be folding, producing inexplicable distortions.

It's not that space is changing, what's changing... is his vision.

……Time is running out.

What woke him up in the delivery room was the shattering of the necklace. But his awakening is not as eternal as Gublai's immortal fire.

For Mr. Blois... No, for Willy, time is running out!

Torn apart.

Blois chanted the spell without hesitation and tore his own wrist. Due to time constraints, the strength of the spell was really not well controlled. The cross-shaped wound was deep enough to see the bone, and blood gushed out as if it didn't cost money.

A large amount of blood flowed on the ground, and the pentagram pattern that touched the blood suddenly lit up, automatically pulling the bright red to meander away to every notch in the pattern.

Under the influence of blood, the faint blue light gradually turned into a shocking crimson.

The genealogy is coming.

Bulova waved his magic wand again, and the ancient genealogy that landed on the upper layer immediately flew up in the air and flew all the way in front of him. He flicked the tip of his staff to unfold the title page, but his distorted vision made it difficult for him to read the words on it clearly.

He narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath, and struggled to decipher every crooked rune character. The shaking of his vision made him feel nauseous, and the loss of blood made him exhausted, but he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

One syllable came out of his mouth, and each syllable made the bloody formation more radiant. The runes and lines on the ground gradually broke free from the scratches and floated to the plane where little Willy was.

At the same time, the curvature of the corners of the mouth on that fair and cute little face disappeared little by little.

When the entire pentagram was complete, with the last syllable in Bulova's mouth, the formation suddenly shrank, turning into a bloody mark the size of a badge on Little Willie's chest.

boom!

Mr. Blois' eyes went dark, and he knelt heavily on the cold and hard ground.

Although the hallucinations in the senses had completely calmed down, the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made him even breathe slightly and quickly.

...Willy...my daughter.

Regardless of the bouts of dizziness in his mind, he turned over and lay on his back on the ground, stretched out his wand with difficulty, and let little Willy, who was still hanging in mid-air, fall gently into his arms.

Looking at his expressionless daughter, he once again recalled the smile on the corner of Little Willy's mouth just now. In a moment of heartache that he couldn't help himself, he opened his mouth and let out a silent cry that resounded through his heart.

How could he, the most incompetent father in the world, wake up his poor daughter with the most embarrassing and useless roar?

...

The bad luck of the Blois family did not end here; and the bad luck of Eric Blois this time also did not end there.

The nativity feast at Château Blois was interrupted and all guests were invited to leave the castle.

When the snow was falling heavily, the pure-blood wizards of the French magic circle gathered around the brazier with their family and friends after dinner, and there was naturally another topic to talk about.

Of course, the Bulova family only gave a barely plausible explanation, but the rumors spread secretly among the pure blood.

Of course, to outsiders, this matter is nothing more than that.

But for Mr. Blois, his bad luck is deepening day by day.

Little Willie is growing up numbly, her face is expressionless every day, and the hair that grows out is a kind of crystal white.

As for Mr. Blois's wife and Willie's mother, her physical condition continued to deteriorate due to the effects of illusion, postpartum hemorrhage, and magical confinement.

In the eyes of others, the gradual growth of little Willie seems to be bought by sucking the life of her mother day and night.

Panic accumulated irresistibly in the hearts of the servants of Castle Blois.

But Mrs. Blois turned a blind eye to the rumors in the castle. She looked after her daughter lovingly, and even when she was seriously ill when she couldn't get out of bed, she still accompanied little Willie all the time.

There was always a gentle smile on her face, without any wavering.

Until the winter of the third year after Willy was born, when the fine snow fell gently on the top of the tallest tower of Blois Castle, the young Mrs. Blois passed away with a smile on her face.

Little Willie, who was just a day away from turning three, sat quietly on her crib, watching her mother turn cold with a blank expression.

In the heart of the immature Willie, only the smile left on her mother's face has left an eternal imprint. )!!