The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Sylvia's POV:

The mysterious man seemed to be very familiar with the black market, as he was able to tell me a great deal about it in a relatively short amount of time.

I kept quiet and paid close attention to what he was saying.

To my surprise, he then wrapped his arm around my shoulder as if we were close friends. "It's your first time here. Are you shocked that such a place exists in the heart of the capital city? Come on. I'll show you around."

The mysterious man took the lead in walking forward. I didn't follow him and just watched his back vigilantly.

This man was very suspicious. He didn't seem to come to the black market for business. Instead, it felt as though he was waiting there in the bar for me on purpose.

The mysterious man took a few steps forward before realizing I wasn't following him. So, he turned around and walked back to me.

I stepped back vigilantly, wanting to keep a distance.

his tracks. "Stop walking back. Make sure you stay in this side

hand and pulled down my

code, and a person can only enter here

my voice like

question, he asked, "Why did you come here to the

clench my fists at his attitude. There was obviously something off about this guy. He was talking to me

did you help me?" I asked

answered, "Forget it. I won't hide it from you

he took off his hood and

eyes, thinking I was mistaken. "Blair? Why are

did you come to the black market?" Blair grinned from ear to ear as he

the topic. "What's wrong with

so rude," he remarked irritably,

this can change one's voice. Those who frequent the black market use this to hide their identity." Without hesitation, I pulled out the wooden cork and downed the potion. A strong taste of grass filled my mouth. About five or six seconds later, my voice transformed into that of an elderly woman. Amused, Blair burst into laughter. His rough voice resembled that of a duck. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access