The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

¡SIDORA

Despite that mysterious old lady’s rough manners, I really liked the aura of this place.

It gave me peace, but at the same time, it felt like something powerful was moving through the air.

I looked at her back as we kept walking the path toward the greenhouse.

I needed to stop judging her. I knew better than anyone that you couldn’t judge a book by its cover.

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Besides, with all those bandages… was she sick? Goddess… it looked serious. Poor old thing… I needed to be more patien

I made up my mind right then. I was going to give this job everything I had.

The heat from the sun warmed the inside of the greenhouse, making it a little suffocating, but rows of plants stretched

everywhere.

I lifted my head to look at the vines hanging down from above.

Each one more striking than the last, the flowers bright and vivid… and the prettier they were, the deadlier they probably

were.

“This will be your task,” she said out of nowhere when we reached the end.

There was a huge wooden planter there, completely-empty. It had deep, slanted sides and stretched several feet long.

“You need to fill it to the top with this formula. Come here…”

Then she took me around to the back, to a yard that smelled stronger than the communal latrines on their worst day.

“First you need to prepare my special mix and fill the composter barrel…” she started explaining, and now I understood why no Estingia wanted this job.

I still didn’t get why she kept putting up her job posting in the Estingia mission hall when this was obviously servant work.

I had to grind up a huge pile of plants she’d sorted into buckets, mix in some kind of dirt, and then came the best part… her secret recipe.

Come on, it was shit mixed with Goddess knew what, and it smelled like something dragged straight out of the bottom of a swamp full of corpses.

Even with my strong stomach, I had to scrunch my face up more than once from the stench.

I had to memorize the proportions fast because she rattled them off at lightning speed.

“You have a week to finish the task. Once the composter is full, your slave has to empty it into the planter, and then…”

“Ma’am, I… well, I can’t just use my slave whenever I want,” I said, looking at her as she turned and fixed me with that dark stare that always made me tremble.

I couldn’t see her face at all, but there was still something hard in the way she held herself.

“In two days, you’d better have some control over your slave, or you’re out of the job. I can’t lend you my workers…”

“I’m strong. I can carry it myself!”

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Chapter 28

You don’t understand,” she said, shaking her head and lifting a hand to shut me up.

“Don’t underestimate what I’m offering you, Estingia. You’ll need your slave here. You’ll be handling a lot of poisonous things, and he needs to touch them first. I’ll see you in a week. Don’t come bothering me.”

She said it and walked off through the greenhouse with that firm stride of hers.

“Wait… my name’s Isidora… what am I supposed to call you?” I asked, and I saw her stop, but she didn’t turn around.

“You can call me Madam for now. We’ll see about the rest later…” she said mysteriously, and honestly, everything about her was strange.

In the end, she didn’t let me ask anything else and left the same way she’d brought me in.

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