Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Even if her relatives never loved her, even if her father only used her as a prop for marriage, Pest was very fortunate that she was born into such a family.

Compared with the lords and serfs she lived with all day, at least she didn't have to worry about being wrapped in thin and tattered clothes in winter, begging for God's life, and she didn't have to starve to death because of the lack of food.

But fortunately, Pest did not have the common nobleman's problem of looking down on mud-legged peasants.

Perhaps it was because she was not close to her family since she was a child. Compared with the nobles, Pest prefers to stay with those serfs and peasants.Under the clear sky, sitting on the straw pile with her skirt pressed down, listening to their chatting and laughter while working in the fields, this is Pest's favorite thing.

Her father was also too lazy to take up the little hobby of plumbing, giving her a great deal of personal freedom.

For the common people she likes, even if she hasn't gone to school for a day, Pest still learns to read and write by herself, and successfully practice the new farming theory at such a young age, improving the crop failure due to the global cold.

Pest was loved by the people of the territory, and everyone praised her as a loving, gifted and intelligent lady.

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

Everything has changed.

In one winter, one-third of the serfs died, and the family members were anxious like ants on a hot pan, just for the decline of output and the shrinking of property.

Pest wanted to visit those serfs who were afflicted by disease, but was strictly confined to the castle by her father.

The girl could only silently pray to God, praying that this disaster would pass quickly and her normal life would be restored.

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

The plague, known as the Black Death, became even more rampant, killing almost every household.

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

She was infected with the disease.

Fate is like playing a bad joke with a young girl who was thrown into a dungeon by her father who feared disease before the flower bloomed.

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

But this is not something Pest can worry about.

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

Being able to hold on for such a long time is already considered a blessing from the gods, and she is very talented. According to the girl's own judgment, she will not wake up in three or four days at the latest.

Will you be afraid?

Of course be afraid.

Pest was terrified.

The icy floor was her coffin, the rats in the haystack waited to feast on her corpse, and the damp ceiling was dripping with foul-smelling water.A dark dungeon, silent death in such a place, even an adult would collapse, let alone a young girl.

Under the oppression of fear, Pest became extreme.

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

When she was dying, she began to beg for everything that could beg, demons, evil gods, evil spirits, under normal circumstances, she would never run out of Pester's mouth with a low name, the girl just wanted to live, just wanted Get rid of the pain of disease.

Then, God 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 long light green curly hair emerged from the void, standing on the spot with a half-awake expression and muttering to herself.

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

"Devil" opened his mouth, and his voice sounded like a lark.

"Pe, Peister..."

Pest replied weakly and fearfully.

"Pestre de Francois... Are you, are you a devil?"

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

But at the moment when the situation is at stake, Peister's survival instinct is unwilling to let go of any chance to survive.

"Demon? Oh, you can think so."

The girl with light green long hair was unpretentious and sat on the ground, as if this was not a dungeon but a high-end bedroom.

She stared at Pest with interest.

"Before that guy Lena Hastur came here slowly, come and talk to me to pass the boring time..."

Saying that, she slightly opened her eyes like volcanic lava.

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

The girl spoke lightly, as if she was simply stating a fact.

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

"Please... I'm willing to give you anything you want... save me!"

"Uh, I don't like plagues very much." The girl shook her head in disgust: "Plagues are Lina's forte, just like her great mother. I am the god of volcanoes, oceans, vitality, sports, power, plagues It's something that can't be fought with me."

"But, but you...cough...you are a great devil, you must find a way to save me, right?"

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

"Please, please..."