The Last Lycan King Is My Slave novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

ISIDORA

My eyes went wide when I saw all the gold bars and coins piled beneath the false bottom.

“Blaze… this…” I stammered, unable to believe it, caught between excitement and fear. “Is it okay for us to keep this?”

I lifted my gaze to those golden eyes as my brow furrowed.

Blaze crouched in front of me and reached inside, running his hands over the glittering coins. Some were/silver, but most were gold, and I even caught a glimpse of a few precious gems.

“They don’t have the seal of any house, and there are no identifying numbers. No one will know who they belonged to before,” he said with complete certainty, staring straight at me.

Where had he learned that? I wanted to ask him about every mystery he was hiding, but I pressed my lips together and swallowed my questions.

“Then…”

“You may keep them, my lady. You just need to be careful with this seal.”

With his bloodstained fingers, he picked up a thick gold ring carved with the symbol of a wolf.

“I’m sure this was the seal of one of those merchants. His identification, for stamping important documents.”

“Yes, yes, look…” I pointed at one of the old parchments. “Lookwood Factory… it’s the deed to a factory. I also found this recipe, and it mentions an ingredient I don’t recognize.”

I showed it to him, leaning closer without caring about the sharp iron smell of the blood from the animal he was cleaning. “He called it Moon Powder…” The moment he said those words, something shifted nearby.

It was subtle, but I heard it. So did Blaze. His cold stare slid toward the centipede curled near the tree line, playing dead.

“Wait…” Blaze rose all at once, and I watched in confusion as he walked toward the creature. The knife in his hand was still dripping blood, leaving a thin trail behind him.

He bent down and whispered something to it. I couldn’t hear him clearly, but I would’ve sworn it sounded like a threat. The creature’s whole body jerked violently. Then Blaze leaned in a little more and stretched out his hand to take something.

I shot to my feet, terrified it might attack him or trap him inside one of those illusions.

But Blaze only turned back to me, calm as anything, and walked over.

My curious eyes landed on the black scale he held between his fingers. It was bigger than the palm of his hand.

“That worm knows what the ingredient is. That wolf merchant risked going into its lair to get this.” He lifted the scale he had pulled from the poor centipede’s shell. And yes, poor thing, by then I was even starting to feel sorry for it.

“This?” I didn’t even want to touch it. It smelled awful.

“Yes. According to that wolf’s memories, you add it to the recipe at the end, ground into powder. No one knew he had perfected that medicine. It’s a secret only we know now,” he assured me.

“And his friends?”

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Chapter 92

“None of them made it out of this forest.”

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gears in my head wouldn’t stop turning. So we had a chest full of gold, the deed to a factory, and a recipe that could be worth a fortune.

I needed to find out what it was for.

“But… if the last ingredient is its scales…” I looked from Blaze’s unreadable face to the centipede, which was slowly dragging itself back toward the forest.

It went stiff when I looked at it, then suddenly lifted half its body and shook it frantically in what looked an/awful lot like

“There must be more of those scales in the cave where it lived. I think it sheds them. We’ll inspect it tomorrow… right?” He turned, and the creature started nodding with its whole body.

Chapter 92

Blaze tied the piles of bloody meat with broad leaves from the low trees and a few vines. Then we pushed back into the forest, dragging everything behind us.

He carried part of the load, and the centipede carried an even bigger part on its shell.

It still felt surreal to see how terrified it was of Blaze after the beating he had given it. It had become our servant.

When I saw the little cave where our things were, I let out a relieved breath.

My feet were killing me. My spine, my head… everything.

“I’m going to get some water from the river so I can boil it and you can clean off the sweat. I’ll be right back. Don’t go out.” Blaze told me.

All I could do was nod as I sat on my sleeping bag, made of sturdy fabric with padding underneath.

With heavy eyes, I watched him light the fire again and leave the cave.

I swear I was only going to lie down for a second, but the second my head touched the sleeping bag, I was out.

I mean, who sleeps with her legs sprawled open in a forest full of dangers and predators, with one of them right outside the cave and a whole pile of meat that could draw enemies straight to us?

Me. That was me. Careless Isidora. But having my Blaze there made me feel safe, and I didn’t open my eyes again until the sunlight from the next morning hit my closed eyelids.

I woke with a start.

“Damn it…” I muttered, searching for Blaze, and let out a breath of relief when I sensed him outside the cave doing something.

I lifted the sleeping bag’s blanket when I felt strange, looked down at my body, and froze in shock.

I was wearing nothing but my panties!

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