Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Glamour Craft

Chapter 118 Glamour Craft

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The female’s expression dimmed at Gillian’s gentle gesture. She shook her head firmly. “Thank you, Gillian, but I don’t want new clothes. I don’t want to pet the fox either.”

As she spoke, her fingers drifted unconsciously to her neck, brushing the skin repeatedly.

A fleeting, ingratiating look crossed her face, as if she had thought of something.

“Gillian, you must live a happy life here. This uniform is built with bio-armor. You’re wealthy, aren’t you?”

Gillian grew a little tired of holding Tristan in her grasp. She slipped one hand beneath his chest to steady him and replied hesitantly.

“Not really. I only earn enough to live an ordinary life.”

“Then can you give me some hallucinogen?”

The female’s voice dropped to a trembling whisper. “I’ll pay you back. I promise I will.”

Gillian’s gaze turned grave. “Hallucinogen won’t help you. It will only make your condition worse over time.”

She possessed no such substance, and even if she did, she would never give it to them.

“Please, Gillian. Lend us some coins or buy it for us. We can’t endure this agony any longer.” The female trémbled violently, gripped by a brutal withdrawal spell. “I’ll do anything you ask. Give me one dose, please.”

Gillian lifted Tristan up in frustration. “What’s going on? Didn’t your glamour craft calm them down? Why are their cravings flaring up again?”

“Glamour craft only deceives their minds. Do you understand? They’ve taken hallucinogens for years, and their addiction runs deep.” Tristan explained quickly.

“Suppression never solves the root problem. Once the repressed urge bursts out all at once, my glamour craft loses all effect.”

The second his words ended, the unstable female completely lost control.

She began tearing off her clothes, overwhelmed by scorching heat and a torturous itching pain that felt like countless bugs crawling beneath her skin. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled desperately for relief.

Tristan prepared to unleash his fox’s resonant cry to soothe her again.

However, Gillian pressed down on his head and covered his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

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made his heart race uncontrollably.

“You’re right. Constant suppression is never a lasting solution.”

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Golden psionic power bloomed in Gillian’s palms. She wrapped the energy around Tristan, gently lifting him out of the treatment room before sealing the metal door tightly shut.

“Gillian! What are you doing? Why did you lock me out?”

Tristan had no access to override the door. His expression darkened, and he spun around to find Sylasat

once.

Inside the treatment room, the other females watched the scene with numb familiarity. No one laughed at her desperate state, yet none stepped forward to help either.

“I can help you. Don’t cry. What’s your name?”

Gillian stepped forward to lift the trembling female off the floor, only to be blocked by a tall female.

“Don’t touch her. She’s in the middle of a withdrawal flare. You can’t help right now, and you might get hurt.”

Gillian paused in place.

“Do we let her suffer?”

“Give us the hallucinogen.”

The blocking female’s face flushed red with helpless craving. Her voice faded into a defeated murmur as she met Gillian’s eyes.

“We are all trained clerics. As long as you pass your exams, you ought to know those of us addicted to hallucinogens are beyond saving.”

The rest of the females moved forward to block Gillian’s path completely.

“We’re your fellow clerics. Let us end this with dignity. Give us thirty doses of hallucinogen, and we’ll leave this world peacefully.”

A serene smile tugged at the female’s lips. A dignified death was all they had left to hope for.

Gillian’s warm hand suddenly closed around her cold, trembling palm. Harper Wallace shuddered at the gentle touch. “Trust me.”

Clerics possessed extremely sharp senses. From the moment Gillian walked in, Harper had felt nothing but sincerity from her. There was no pity, no disgust, no judgment in her gaze, only a genuine desire to save them.

Could she truly have a way to cure them?

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“If you can really save us, Gillian. I will serve you for the rest of my life. I’ll become your most loyal and deadly blade.”

Hopeful longing twisted sharply in Harper’s chest, stinging her internal organs.

“What’s your name?”

Gillian was surprised that this female chose to trust her. There was indeed no conventional qure for hallucinogen addiction.

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