The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145

Chapter 145

ISIDORA

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“Good. I’m glad you managed it, although you certainly took your time…” The woman I worked for was smoking again through that long cigarette holder of hers while examining things inside a larger greenhouse I had never entered before.

It stood directly behind her little house and seemed to be her private work area.

It was darker inside, filled with long tables and dried plants hanging from the high rafters overhead.

All kinds of strange instruments were scattered among the baskets and plants covering the worktables, including droppers and other tools that looked like equipment for experiments.

The air was saturated with strange smells, and she was now moving toward a wall of shelves that stretched from the floor to the high domed ceiling, all of them packed with small bottles in every possible color.

“Getting that horn wasn’t easy…” I told her, almost under my breath.

Blaze had stayed behind to hand it over to her suspicious-looking workers.

“If it were easy. I would’ve gone to get it myself.” she replied.

I twisted my mouth where she couldn’t see me.

I stayed quiet, forcing myself not to stare around in open curiosity while she searched through leaves and plants on one of the long tables at the back.

I glanced up, where sunlight barely managed to filter through the thick vines overhead.

Suddenly, she was standing right in front of me, fixing me with that severe stare through her impressive bandages.

“Here. Plant these in the garden bed you fertilized and follow the instructions on this paper. Do it right, or I’ll fire you!” she barked before returning to her work.

I could’ve sworn her voice was becoming less raspy. It sounded deeper now… and younger.

That woman and everything surrounding her remained a mystery to me, but despite her terrible temper, I knew she was a good person.

Then the glimmer of those small bottles on the far wall made my suspicions grow stronger.

“Are you the one who sells the Restorative Tonic to novice Estingias?”

When I asked, she stopped in the aisle and turned toward me with one eyebrow raised.

“You don’t need that potion. Your Estingia seal has already bloomed, you have your slave under control, and you only need to learn how to draw more of his energy and release your she-wolf.”

“It’s for two friends. They’re struggling, and if money is the problem…” She had practically confirmed that she was the one who made it.

And of course it was her. No one else worked here, and the medicine came from this greenhouse.

“I’m not interested in money.” she huffed, already turning away.

“I know! But they could work for you. You need help, don’t you?” I insisted. “They’re good Estingias, but they don’t have as much support as the others… just like me.”

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