Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 274
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
Before heading to town, I went to a shop in the suburb and bought a cloak with a hood. I wanted to hide myself as much as possible.
There were many soldiers at the gate of the city, and everyone who entered the city had to undergo an interrogation.
If I went straight to the gate, I might be caught on the spot. I tightened my hood and looked around vigilantly.
Today was market day, so most werewolves who entered the city were pushing a cart.
I observed for a while before I chose the most inconspicuous cart and hid in it.
I wasnât surprised to know that the soldiers were searching for Rufus and me everywhere in the city.
I hid in a bucket full of hay and heard the loud noises of the soldiers outside.
When the cart I was in was stopped, I quietly moved the bucket lid a little bit. After making sure that no one noticed me, I jumped out and quickly ran into an alley.
I deftly avoided the patrolling soldiers and managed to sneak into a pharmacy.
Fortunately, no one else was in the pharmacy except an old doctor who was reorganizing the herb cabinets. The smell of various kinds of herbs were mixed together, creating a strange herbal fragrance.
âDoctor, if a patient is in a coma, what medicine can he take?â I immediately asked when I stepped forward.
The old doctor pushed his glasses and said, âI guess he has lost too much b***d. Iâll find you some medicine that can replenish b***d. But if he still doesnât wake up, you have to take him to the hospital as soon as possible.â
âOkay, doctor. Thank you.â I deliberately lowered my voice and looked at the door, making sure that no one was there. Then I pretended to ask casually, âBy the way, why are there so many soldiers in the city?â
While taking out a few boxes of medicine from the cabinet behind him, the old doctor sighed and said, âThere was a murder.â
âWho was killed? Have they found the murderer?â I asked, pretending to be surprised.
The old doctor sighed again. âA child died, and the murderer was the famous Prince Rufus. Did you went to the parade?â
âI had something to do at home, so I didnât get the chance to see the parade.â I also sighed. âBut on my way here, I heard some rumors. I wasnât sure whether they were just gossiping or telling the truth though.â
âOh my God! It was actually a very tragic scene. It was a good thing you didnât go there.â The old doctor shook his head, took out a bag, and slowly packed the medicine on the table. âThat child was too little, but he was torn alive.â
âHow did it happen? Was it during the parade?â I continued to ask. If it had happened at the military parade, the lycan king should have immediately known it. The soldiers wouldnât possibly waste time. They would report to him as soon as possible.
âNo. The boyâs dead body was found in the dense forest in the suburb, near the swamp. It was too awful. The boyâs body seemed to be torn apart by a beast. Nothing was left intact. Itâs said that even the bones of his hand were broken into pieces,â the old doctor said indignantly. âPrince Rufus was too cruel. That boy was the one who offered him flowers earlier. The boyâs only mistake was throwing a rotten egg at him. But he killed the poor little boy so brutally.â
Everything the old doctor said made me more and more suspicious.
If the boyâs body was found near the swamp, it shouldnât be Rufus. He had absolutely no reason to be there. As far as I could remember, I didnât see any moon grass along the way leading to the swamp. Rufus was actually attracted by the moon grass all the way to the manor in the suburb. It was impossible for him to pass by the swamp.
âAt the moment, the boyâs family is crying and protesting at the gate of the palace. If they donât get an explanation, they will all hang themselves at the gate of the city.â The old doctor seemed to have never heard of such a thing before. He sighed again. âWhat on earth is going on with Prince Rufus? Has he really become a monster?â
âHow can you be so sure that it was Prince Rufus who killed the boy?â I asked him, pretending to be curious.
âOf course, there are witnesses.â