Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 908

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 908 Poor Rufus

Rufus’ POV:

It was good to know that the doctor was already waiting at my palace upon our return.

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The girl hit her head hard. She earned a moderate concussion coupled with a high fever, so she had to be put under constant observation until her condition stabilized. It was also noted that a thorough check-up would be carried out once the child came to.

The report in my hand spawned an inexplicable irritation, resuscitating from the grave an impulse to destroy something immediately. I now regretted that I hadn’t done enough; I shouldn’t have been too lenient on the robbers and should have given them at least a broken rib or two. Perhaps, it would even be ideal to cripple them.

At this time, the sold*iers, who were sent to scour the forest, came back and brought back the survivors of the accident. However, to my grave disappointment, there were not many of them.

One could make out how brutal the robbers were just by looking at the number of survivors, and here I was, more dismal than ever about how sparing I had been on punishing them.

These people were all headed for the border pack for business and to transport gemstones. Perhaps someone in the group was too high-profile and booked the whole hotel, attracting the robbers’ easily-tempted eyes and always perked ears. That

with a cold face and listened to the

little boy was said to be with her. Apparently, they’re siblings, but no one knew them when I asked around

think they got separated during their

here,” I ordered in a deep voice, a glower beginning to grow at the bridge of my

I could perceive just by the mere sight of their condition did not dissipate

were pleas for mercy while telling me everything that had

in my hand. Even as I asked, I didn’t lift my gaze. “There’s something missing about your confession. It seems you haven’t told me anything about a little boy, yet. Or is it

in the forest that only children could p@ssthrough, so we gave up chasing him,” one of

had his guts of robbing a group of merchants gone now that he

my face grew deeper. My mood was completely spoiled. The robbers

Of course, that was not enough—I sentenced them to death. Either they were to d*ie with their necks hanging on the gallows or through a slow death on the garrote, I couldn’t care less. Their two insignificant lives would

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