Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 749
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Sylviaâs POV:
âItâs none of your businessâ¦â Before I could finish my sentence, I suddenly realized that Blair was testing me.
Exasperated, I gritted my teeth in anger, but just as I was about to say something, he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer.
âHere we are.â
It was not until then that I found myself standing in front of a dilapidated cottage. There was a huge sail hanging in front of the door riddled with intricate runes. On both sides of the door frame, there were firefly lights.
Suddenly, the wind blew the old wooden door open, revealing a mossy yard and a few giant puppets sitting under the eaves. The puppets looked like children in different poses; about half as tall as Blair. At first glance, they looked very real.
The sound of crows cawing broke the silence. Blair looked up at the crows and then led me inside.
âWhat was that? Some sort of signal?â I asked curiously.
âKind of. If there are crows, it means the master is at home.â Blair went ahead. When he was about to reach the center of the yard, he suddenly turned around and walked towards me.
I immediately retreated and distanced myself from him, glaring at him vigilantly. âWhat are you doing?â
Blair smiled playfully, revealing his white teeth. âNothing. I just want to tell you that the owner of this place is an old wizard named Murray. Apparently, his power is as legendary as his temper. He doesnât show himself around ordinary people. However, his greed for money has put him in a great deal of cooperation with the royal family. We are friends now because I am more generous than most ordinary people. So donât worry. Just tell him what you want him to do for you.â
âGot it,â I replied. At the same time, I took two steps back again to keep a distance from him. I couldnât let my guard down around him.
Blair seemed like he couldnât care less about the fact that I tried to keep him at armâs length as he continued to lead me inside.
As I was following him into a room, a ferocious dog jumped on me, pinning me down, while a red crystal ball came at me at an extremely fast speed.
Fortunately, Blair was quick to react and he blocked the crystal ball for me before shouting, âTim!â
All of a sudden, the fierce dog that was growling at me, turned away meekly, wagging its tail at Blair with excitement.
Suddenly, I heard an old manâs voice.
âWhat are you doing here? Youâre the head of the guards in the royal palace! What do you want with my beloved dog?â
A frail old man in a dark purple robe walked out from behind the curtain. He had his hands clasped behind his back, a pair of black sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and a goatee that made him appear very unruly.
âMurray, you should be careful! You almost hurt my friend!â Blair expressed his anger at the old man with a narrow-eyed glare.
However, the old man Murray seemed angrier than Blair. He took off his sunglasses to reveal a pair of sharp eyes and said, âThen, you shouldnât have brought a black witch here! I could smell that cheap hybrid stench on her from a mile away! You know very well that I hate nothing more than black witches and I will never change my stance on that matter!â
I swallowed nervously as I stood there in silence. I didnât think the old man would be so fast to figure out that I was a black witch. To make things worse, he pointed it out in front of Blair.
Sure enough, upon hearing the old manâs words, Blair turned to look at me in pure disbelief. âWhat? You are a black witch?â
Although he was stunned, there was more confusion in his tone. âHow could you be a black witch? Is this a joke?â
I didnât know how to react for a moment. This old man had not only figured out that I was a black witch before seeing me in person, but he also accurately pointed out that I was a hybrid.
At that very moment, his power made me realize that I had found the right person.