Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 751

Sylvia’s POV:

Murray paused, causing the crystal ball in his hand to stop spinning. “Are you telling the truth?”

“Of course I am. If you still think I’m lying, you can cast a curse on me that from now on every pack of Ramen I buy will come with no flavor packets.”

Murray was rendered speechless and went silent for a while.

Eventually, he put the crystal ball back in its proper place.

“Since you said you got the bug by accident, I want you to tell me exactly how you got it.”

I fought the urge to g***n in exasperation when I heard him say that. He was such a cunning old man! I could tell that he was still testing me. One wrong word and I would be doomed.

I cleared my throat and sat on the chair as I said, “A long time ago…”

“Cut to the chase,” he impatiently interrupted. “My time is valuable.”

He dragged a chair over and fixated his gaze on me as he sat across from where I was sitting.

I gulped. “I’m actually an orphan. I’m a hybrid black witch—the lowest existence among black witches. That’s why I had been abandoned ever since I was born.”

Murray snorted. “You black witches have always been so heartless. There is only a small population of black witches, but they’re still so obsessed with pure b***d. All of you will become extinct one day if you let your pride consume you.”

“Maybe it’s because they believe purer b***d means purer power?” I asked in an audible whisper.

“What the hell are you talking about? Why do you need the power anyway? I mean, what else can you black witches do except curse others?” Murray retorted. He was unconvinced. He probably thought his magic was invincible and that people who would dare challenge him were simply having a death wish.

“You’re right,” I simply replied. I didn’t know what to say at that point, so I had no choice but to agree with him. I complimented him on his excellent magic and told him that he was the future hope of the wizard world.

Murray grimaced in disgust. “Quit the smooth talk. Just tell me what happened.”

I took a deep breath and dejectedly looked down. “I think you can guess what happened after that. Being a hybrid has never been easy. I wanted to learn witchcraft for black witches, but no one was willing to teach me. Because of that, I couldn’t live with the black witches anymore, so I left. That was when I met my mate—a powerful, rich man from the royal family. He’s a good man. He was willing to pay a lot of money just to let me learn witchcraft. He even bought me ancient books at a high price, but those books were written in the language used by witches and wizards, so I couldn’t understand a word. I just left those books in the shelf, and I haven’t touched them since.”

I paused for a moment and let out a heavy sigh. “I feel so bad for my mate. He’s a real gentleman, and he has done so much for a hybrid like me. I just want to learn witchcraft so I can repay him for everything he has done for me.”

Tears slid down my cheeks as I told Murray my story.

Murray just stared at me for a moment before he said, “Are you here to learn witchcraft from me?”

I wiped my tears and nodded. “Yes.”

I didn’t mention the bug anymore. I was afraid that it would arouse his suspicion again.

Murray sighed. “I don’t know anything about what black witches practice. I can’t help you. But witches and wizards usually have their own inheritance books to record their lifetime research and give them to the next generation. Black witches are no exception. I’m sure your mother also has books like that.”

An image instantly flashed in my mind as I remembered the huge book I saw in Noreen’s lab. That was probably her inheritance book. “Are those books huge? It was hard for me to move it, but I think I saw one at a place where a pureblood black witch resides.”

“Yes. That should be an inheritance book. The only ones who can move it are those who share the same b***d as the book’s owner. Others will get hurt even if they glance at the book,” Murray explained.

“I see,” I replied with a nod.

Now that he mentioned it, maybe the reason why I was able to finish reading the book without getting hurt was that I was probably related to Noreen by b***d.

I pressed my lips into a thin line and frowned. I had all the belongings that my mother left for me. Aside from the rags I could use to look for my father, nothing else was useful.

According to Noreen, my mother fled in a messy state after she got bullied by her own family. She probably didn’t leave her inheritance book at all.

I didn’t ask Murray any more questions after that. I didn’t feel like he would tell me any more useful information even if I asked, so I just bid him goodbye.

As soon as I went out, I noticed Blair and the dog leaning against the window. They were eavesdropping!

I furiously looked at the open window. “Blair! Why were you eavesdropping?!”

Blair hurriedly stood straight when he saw me. “Sylvia, listen to me. I think I saw the book that you mentioned.”