Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 425 A Gift from An Elder

Sylvia’s POV:

“Isn’t this dagger very important to you? You’ve always carried it around with you, haven’t you?” Edwin asked Leonard in surprise.

Leonard waved his hand disapprovingly and sighed, “This dagger used to accompany me in every battle and has saved me several times. To me, it was like a talisman. However, I can’t go on the battlefield anymore. It’s time to hand it down to the younger generation.”

I hadn’t expected this dagger to be so precious. For a moment, I was unsure if I should accept it or not.

Leonard chuckled and placed the dagger in my hand. “This is a gift from your elder. Take it.”

Mixed emotions flowed through me as I held the dagger in my hand. This was the first time an elder had given me a gift, and it was very special to me.

“Although it looks a little old, it’s still sharp. Don’t underestimate it.” With his hands clasped behind his back, Leonard looked congenial.

“Thank you,” I said in a soft voice.

as a weapon of self-defense. Sometimes, a small weapon like this can also have unexpected advantages. Make good use

through me. This gesture meant that Leonard

the dagger randomly in the air. Unexpectedly, Edwin raised his hand at the same time, and the

Blood gushed out instantly.

the dagger, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry. I

covered the back of his hand and smiled at me.

deep, it was still bleeding. I rummaged in my pocket, wanting to find a handkerchief to cover Edwin’s

behind me, extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it

military doctor also arrived in a few minutes and tended to Edwin’s gash. Rufus took back

was confused, and then Rufus’

to get Edwin’s blood for the paternity test, but now, I had obtained it without

dry cough, reminding me

what he meant. I suppressed my smile and glanced at Edwin guiltily. Werewolves’ healing power was naturally strong, and Edwin was powerful in his

it for something… less pink?” Edwin stared at the

looked a little embarrassed. “The regular ones have been used up. As you know, sold*iers are injured often in daily training, so the band-aids are consumed

was monotonous,

be unable to stand the band-aids for one more moment. He quickly removed them and slipped them into his pocket. He did this stealthily, as if he

it, and I was taken