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.

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

This gesture meant that Leonard had completely accepted

at the same time, and the sharp blade slashed

Blood gushed out instantly.

away the dagger, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for

of his hand and smiled at me.

was not deep, it was still bleeding. I rummaged in my pocket, wanting to find

Rufus, who was standing behind me, extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Edwin

few minutes and tended to Edwin’s gash. Rufus took back the handkerchief and

then Rufus’

that it would take forever for me to get an opportunity to get Edwin’s blood for the paternity

Rufus gave a dry cough,

naturally strong, and Edwin was powerful in his own right. The military doctor applied two band-aids with pink strawberry patterns on his

change it for something… less pink?” Edwin stared at the band-aids on his hand with a

used up. As you know, sold*iers are injured often in daily training, so

thanks,” Edwin’s tone was

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 was a thief, fearing that Leonard

it, and I was taken