The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Chapter 409

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After the servant left, Fletcher settled into his armchair, closing his eyes. His index finger curled and tapped against the table in a steady rhythm, the sound echoing softly in the chamber.

It seemed as though he was waiting for something or someone.

Soon, a scantily clad beauty appeared, carrying a green emerald bottle. Her movements were fluid and seductive, her body seemingly boneless as she draped herself onto Fletcher's lap and carefully uncorked the hottle.

From within, she poured out three pitch-black pills.

The moment the pills emerged, an unusual fragrance filled the stone chamber, mingling with the heady intoxicating scent that lingered throughout the underground palace.

However, if one brought the pills closer to their nose, they would notice faint traces of a metallic, bloody tang clinging to

them.

For any ordinary person, the mere hint of blood would be enough to recoil in disgust.

But in the Hall of Immortality, ordinary people were nowhere to be found.

Fletcher, of course, was not a common man.

He lazily lifted his eyelids, casting a cold, calculating glance at the beauty perched on his lap. His gaze was predatory, as though he were appraising the delicacy he was about to consume.

After a moment of scrutiny, he gave a slight nod, a faint smirk curling his lips. "The flesh of today's beauty seems quite delectable."

With those words, he barked his command, "Why are you dawdling? Feed me the Immortality Pills now."

beauty obediently bent down, parting her lips to take the pill

present, they would

made her so

noise, especially when it came from

tongues ripped out,

the pill delicately in her mouth, cautiously approached

his eyes slightly and leaned in to inhale the pill's aroma, his expression twisting into

beauty mingled with the metallic

truly exquisite combination. This was

his ultimate

flesh!" Laughing maniacally, Fletcher scooped the beauty into his arms and

blood grew thicker, saturating

his once haggard face had transformed, now glowing with

radiated a crazed excitement. His eyes burned with madness, and his lips moved incessantly, muttering strange, deranged

I need them!

pills... and the flesh of beauties... I will

are my clothes? Where

saw the scene, their faces turned pale

blurred that the world around him was a haze. But the moment his gaze landed on the bright yellow garment, he

Mine!" He snatched the garr Successfully

took him several attempts to

on, his hands trembling so

single servant dared to step forward

Fletcher finally stood before the bronze mirror, the reflection revealed the full appearance

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fabric bore the image of a dragon, which was

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