170 “(Quick Travel) Meat Eating Journey” Chapter 169

Chapter 169 Western Fantasy‧Whoring the Great Priest (3)

“Let go, let me go! Damn you bastard! Get away!”

After giving those instructions, the boy suspected to be Theodore turned and left.The young man named Nathan held down Margaery expressionlessly, strangled her neck with his left hand, and pulled out the short knife from the side of his waist.

Even in this dark room, the cold light on the sharp blade was still dazzling.The girl watched the ray of silver coldness approaching her, her screams broken by fear and horror.”Help! Help! Someone! Help me!” But she knew that no one would come to save her. At the moment of death, she didn’t even have time to think about why Theodore turned into a little boy, and how could that compassionate and gentle man become such a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

There was a soft pop, and the blade pierced Margery’s neck.

“Ah!——” She struggled wildly, with so much strength that even Nathan couldn’t control it.

“It’s so noisy,” Theodore slammed the door open, “Naisen, can’t you shut her up?”

“Sorry, sir, it was my dereliction of duty.” The young man lowered his head obediently, “I will ask her to calm down.”

“Forget it,” the boy looked coldly at Margery, who was desperately resisting. She was like a beached fish, flopping around in a panic, “leave her alive first.”

“Then,” Nathan heard this and immediately drew out his short sword, “your curse…”

Curse?What curse?When she noticed that the blade had left her throat, Margaery immediately stopped struggling.Since there is no danger of death for the time being, there is no need to waste all your efforts to resist.The girl’s sixteen years of experience in the market allowed her to quickly judge the situation at hand. While she tried to deduce from the conversation between Theodore and Nathan why she was tied here, she calmed herself down, reserved strength, and prepared for her subsequent escape.

Theodore glanced at her, his golden-red eyes seemed to be ridiculed – could he have seen his plan?

“Just drink her blood and you’ll be fine,” the boy said nonchalantly. “Remember to seal her mouth before leaving. She’s really an annoying woman.”

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Until Nathan took away a cup full of blood, Margaery was still paralyzed on the ground and did not react.The process of blood loss was very strange. When the wound was opened on her wrist, she did not feel much pain. As the blood drained, she felt comfortable and wanted to sleep.Probably because Theodore ordered her to stay alive, after drawing the blood, Naisen fed her a glass of water – the familiar and sweet taste was holy water.

Margery’s hand unconsciously reached into her arms, stroking the small bottle placed close to her body.At that time, she was lying in the grass. When she woke up in a daze, the man with blond hair in white robe had already left.Next to her was a small, crystal clear crystal bottle with half of the holy water still in it.In the next year, she suffered several serious injuries, but she survived by relying on the holy water left by the man.

“Thank you, thank you…” I don’t know if Theodore heard the whisper. When he caught her here, did Theodore still remember that he once saved a dying girl outside the city?

Margery couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Don’t be stupid, stupid woman.”I’m afraid it was because of that chance encounter that she was targeted by Theodore.

Curse, need to drink blood… Although Margaery doesn’t understand magic, she also knows that if she has to find the most valuable thing in herself, it should be her demon blood.In black magic, demon blood is a very important and precious spell-casting material.From the current clues, she can probably deduce that Theodore must have been cursed, and the blood of the devil is needed to lift the curse.

But the demon has disappeared on the mainland for hundreds of years, and it is not easy to get the demon’s blood.However, Theodore had to hold morning prayers every week. With his current appearance, how could he appear in front of the believers.At this time, the half-demon girl whom he had rescued outside the city was almost a joy from heaven.

Half-demons were rare, and Margaery was actually somewhat famous in Fort Feixi.Theodore only needed to send someone to inquire about her residence, and the subsequent kidnapping was a matter of course.Margaery has no relatives and is disliked by everyone. She doesn’t have to worry about subsequent troubles. No one will even notice that she is missing.What a brilliant idea to use her blood to lift the curse.

If she was the one to be cursed, Margaery thought, she would do the same without hesitation.She is a person with no moral bottom line. She has to work hard to get the right to live. How can she be noble?

But that man was Theodore.

The Chosen Son of God represents the great priest who is holy and glorious. His gentle smile can inspire even the most sinful people.Margery likes him so much not because of the life-saving grace, but because… because he is the light.

Living a miserable life in the mud, without warmth or hope, only when she saw Theodore could the girl believe that at least there was beauty in this world.

She was lying on the ground, shivering with cold, and her cheeks were wet. She raised her hand and felt the water stains on her hand.Ah, why…I will cry.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again.

The person who walked in this time was not Nathan, but a young man who looked somewhat like him.He picked up the limp Margery and took her out of the room like a dead fish.Although her consciousness was blurred, Margaery still tried her best to move her eyes and remember everything she could see.

Outside the house is a corridor, carved marble columns, and a dome decorated with magnificent murals—this must be the interior of a temple.Not many people probably knew about Theodore’s curse. There was no one in the corridor, and judging from the man’s appearance, Margaery guessed that he and Nathan were brothers, and both were Theodore’s confidants.

Her head was in chaos, with chaotic thoughts and anxious emotions constantly flooding in. Margaery could only stop herself from thinking about the cruel fact of the collapse of her idol by thinking constantly.But when she saw Theodore again, she thought she would collapse, but she calmed down strangely.

“Sir,” the man put Margaery on a workbench, “I brought her here.”