Medical Genius Unspeakable Marriage (Matthew Larson) novel Chapter 1951

True. Lord Voodoo's not that strong, but he managed to rule over Orleans for decades. Not everyone can do that… Oh, Master Levi is wearing his coat. "I'll be going, then, Master Levi. To change these herbs out."

Levi smiled and waved her down. "Go."

She scurried back into the underground chamber. Lord Voodoo was still lying on the bed, with no strength to even stand up. Fury flared within the girl when she saw him, and she stormed over to him before pulling the man up by his neck. "You used me, old man," she hissed.

However, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he smiled. "So, you know."

"What do you think I am? An idiot?" snapped the girl. "Do you have any idea who you're trifling with? I'll kill you."

Once again, he smiled as he replied, "I don't think so. Master Levi won't let you."

"Don't talk like you know him that much. Do you think he cares about you?" She glared.

Lord Voodoo said, "Well, you came back. That means he's not far behind. I believe he won't let you take my life."

The girl froze. "H-How did you know he's coming?"

Levi scoffed. "Not only are you clever, but you also have a good eye for talent. I can now see how you managed to rule Orleans. But you and I both know of the crimes you did and the enemies you made. If you do not make an enticing enough offer, I can't offer you sanctuary."

"I know you don't need my smarts. You're a lot wiser and smarter than I am, Master Levi. Cheap tricks are beneath you, and yet you saved me nonetheless. You must have seen something in me for you to do so. I knew I had to take the gamble and ask you to hold a conversation with me. To see how my services may be of use."

Levi gave him a long and hard stare. "Oh, I don't need you to do anything at the moment. Instead, I want you to tell me what you can do. In moments, I shall be departing for Granville to see Mark. If you can't make a good enough offer, I will be forced to take your life and settle Matthew's supposed feud with the Damrons by using your corpse."

Horror crept onto Lord Voodoo's face. "Master Levi, I might be a cripple now, but martial arts isn't my expertise. Never had and never will. I am the Lord of Orleans, and I know how to create and control all the bugs they have. I can offer that skillset to you. You know how handy those little bugs can be."