The Lady Nun Vows Revenge by Caroline Rowland

Chapter 716

Feigning deep thought, Eliza raised her glass and took a silent sip, her eyes drifting sideways to steal another look at the grinning Prince Regent.

Hundreds of miles from Hasen City, at the very spot where the Nevill family was ambushed, the once-proud inn lay in ruins, reduced to charred ashes by a raging fire.

Two days had passed, yet bloodstains still remained in the area, the air heavy with the scent of violence.

The corpses of assassins and death warriors were left in the wilderness, abandoned and forgotten. No one paid them any mind.

The only ones who cared were the ravenous wild wolves.

The wolves crouched over the corpses, devouring this rare "delicacy" with savage relish.

Just as the wolves were feasting hungrily, the sudden crunch of approaching footsteps echoed through the air.

The pack of wolves raised their heads in unison, then bared their fangs in a menacing display as they sought to intimidate the uninvited intruder.

However, the very next second, an intense sense of danger struck the wolves. They yelped in terror and scattered in all directions, leaving behind only a heap of gruesomely mauled corpses.

the newcomer let

an old monk. He shook his head and sighed. "What

voice echoed through the trees, clear and resonant like temple bells. "Peace and light upon you." The sunlight shimmered on the forest floor as he stepped

were steeped in sin. I had hoped to sanctify your corpses, to grant a final redemption. But now, you rest in the bellies of beasts, such is the cruel rhythm of fate," he

of his bald head, the white-bearded monk donned a sorrowful expression, as if mourning the dead strewn before

the haze within them clearing to reveal a sharp, radiant

escaped the old monk as surprise flitted across his lined features. "Well now... still alive? How

stepped forward. At the same moment, a "figure" swathed in bandages from head to toe, every inch crudely stitched, emerged from

shadows behind him.

take a look. Who knows, you might gain

figure obediently followed the old monk's order. Moving with stiff, mechanical motions, it crouched down and dug through the

down hard on the charred remains. A series of sharp cracks erupted in rapid

human figure cracked and crumbled away rapidly, revealing the person beneath, looking as pristine as if

Caleb, Dale's son, the very one his father had presumed dead in

stroked his beard, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “So this is... a Parasitic Nest Body? No wonder he survived the raging fire, the symbiotic parasites inside must have

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