Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 747
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
The mysterious man seemed to be very familiar with the black market, as he was able to tell me a great deal about it in a relatively short amount of time.
I kept quiet and paid close attention to what he was saying.
To my surprise, he then wrapped his arm around my shoulder as if we were close friends. âItâs your first time here. Are you shocked that such a place exists in the heart of the capital city? Come on. Iâll show you around.â
The mysterious man took the lead in walking forward. I didnât follow him and just watched his back vigilantly.
This man was very suspicious. He didnât seem to come to the black market for business. Instead, it felt as though he was waiting there in the bar for me on purpose.
The mysterious man took a few steps forward before realizing I wasnât following him. So, he turned around and walked back to me.
I stepped back vigilantly, wanting to keep a distance.
The mysterious man had no choice but to stop in his tracks. âStop walking back. Make sure you stay in this side the wall. If you go out, you wonât be able to enter again.â
I stopped as soon as I heard him. I raised my hand and pulled down my hood, trying to distance myself from him.
âThe guide wonât take you here without the secret code, and a person can only enter here once a day,â he informed me in a low voice.
I raised my head slightly and lowered my voice like him. âWhat is the secret code?â
The mysterious man scoffed at my query. Instead of answering my question, he asked, âWhy did you come here to the black market?â
I couldnât help but clench my fists at his attitude. There was obviously something off about this guy. He was talking to me like I was his close friend, not a stranger he had just met.
He seemed to know meâ¦
âWho are you? Why did you help me?â I asked him.
After staying silent for a while, he sighed and answered, âForget it. I wonât hide it from you anymore.â
As he spoke, he took off his hood and revealed a familiar handsome face. It was Blair!
Dumbfounded, I widened my eyes, thinking I was mistaken. âBlair? Why are you here?!â
âI should ask you the same! Why did you come to the black market?â Blair grinned from ear to ear as he repeatedly asked me the same question.
I was stumped for an answer, so I had to change the topic. âWhatâs wrong with your voice? You sound strange and weird.â
âHey! You are so rude,â he remarked irritably, I cracked a happy grin.
Blair clicked his tongue and pulled a vial of potion out of his pocket. âDrinking this can change oneâs voice. Those who frequent the black market use this to hide their identity.â
Without hesitation, I pulled out the wooden cork and downed the potion. A strong taste of grass filled my mouth. About five or six seconds later, my voice transformed into that of an elderly woman.
Amused, Blair burst into laughter. His rough voice resembled that of a duck.
âAre you making fun of me, Sylvia? Your voice is as bad as mine,â Blair teased, rubbing his now stiff jaw as a result of laughing too much.
âYours is worse than mine!â
I burst out laughing when I said that. I wanted to continue mocking him, but hearing my own voice made me laugh even more.
Blair looked at me with a smile. âArenât you afraid that there might be something else in the potion? Why did you drink it without a second thought?â
I looked at him strangely. âWhat else did I need to think about?â
He was a good friend of Rufus and also my first mentor. We had experienced so many things together and were practically a family now.
âYou are right. Thereâs absolutely nothing to worry about.â Satisfied with my answer, Blair strode forward and slightly closed the distance between us. I wanted to step back, but he held me on the shoulders.
He then lowered his head and whispered in my ear, âSince you trust me this much, it looks like I do have a special place in your heart. Iâm delighted to know that, Sylvia.â