The Almighty Lord Caspian

Chapter 796 Establishing a Connection

"They used witchcraft on His Majesty. It's not an illness. I'm a doctor, so I'm not familiar with witchcraft. In any case, | took out one of the cursed bugs they planted inside of him. I'll study it and see if | can find a way to kill these bugs," Avon said.

“But we don't have much time. Lord Caspian is acting as His Majesty right now, so we need to get rid of the curse on His Majesty as quickly as possible. Otherwise, Lord Caspian’s life will be in danger," Sylvia said anxiously.

"That's right. Lord Caspian has put himself in an extremely dangerous situation. Although he can fool them for now, sooner or later, he'll be exposed,” Laina chimed in.

“Jerry has always had a suspicious nature. Things will go south if he detects anything out of the ordinary. But even if we rescue His Majesty, we can't get rid of the curse they used on him. It's so frustrating!" Sylvia said helplessly.

“All we can do is try our best. It'd be great if we could find some kind of substance that can be used to suppress the cursed bugs. But since Jethro isn't in Dhord City, it's impossible for us to get the antidote for the cursed bugs from him," Avon said.

"Oh, right. Aren't you going to be making frequent trips to the King's residence? Maybe you can get some information from Jerry?" Sylvia said.

"The moment we find a lead regarding the antidote for the cursed bugs, we'll steal it. After all, we have Mr. Salgado to help us," Laina declared confidently.

She had complete faith in Wilfred's expertise. There was nothing in the world that he couldn't steal.

"I'm a little worried about Macy. What if they find out who they have is merely her in disguise and not Lord Caspian's mother?" Sylvia spoke up as she recalled Macy.

Even though they didn't see eye to eye on some things, it didn't matter. Sylvia thought of Macy as her sister.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Don't worry, Macy's a strong-willed woman. As long as the disguise remains in place, you have nothing to worry about," Avon said.

He trusted Macy's abilities. After all, she had snuck into Filren alone and successfully assassinated Camden, the previous King of Filren.

An undercover mission like this was a piece of cake for her. The most pressing matter at hand was to restore Balthazar and Lyndon back to their senses.

Both Balthazar's and Caspian's lives hinged on this.

Although Macy was locked up, she didn't endure much suffering. In fact, Jerry had instructed his people to treat her well. She was disguised as Sherry, and Jerry dared not mistreat her. After two days of hearty meals, Macy felt like she had put on a ton of weight.

Even as she stared at the feast laid out before her, she didn't have much of an appetite. She was certain she'd double in size if she kept eating like this.

"Do you not like the food, Mrs. Massey? | can make something else for you," the chef said nervously.

"No, this is fine. You've been working hard to prepare my meals every day. Why don't you join me?" Macy suggested with a wave of her hand.

She wanted to see if she could suss out any kind of information from the chef.

"| couldn't possibly do that, Mrs. Massey!" the chef exclaimed. He never thought he could sit at a table with Sherry and eat with her.

"Why not? Is the food poisoned? Is that why you don't want to eat it?" Macy asked on purpose. "Certainly not, Mrs. Massey. If you don't believe us, we'll eat the food first and prove it to you." The guard outside the room came in and tasted every dish that was served.

"You're a quick-witted young man. How old are you? Are you married?" Macy asked questions that she thought would seem natural coming from a woman of Sherry's age.

The guard, Mort Whiting, was startled, but he soon shook his head. Sherry was a lot friendlier than he expected. Mort felt a little sheepish. He'd never discussed his love life with anyone before.

"| can't believe you're not married. You're a handsome young man who's working here at the King's residence. You don't even have a girlfriend? Well, | know a lot of lovely young women. Shall | introduce one to you?" Macy asked with a chuckle.

"You flatter me, Mrs. Massey. The young women you know must be from privileged backgrounds. | can't possibly be good enough for them," Mort said meekly, though he would be thrilled to marry a rich and beautiful young woman.

"You should have more confidence, young man. A lot of women think highly of soldiers these days. Plus, since you know how to fight, women will feel safe when they're with you," Macy said.

Her response made Mort feel good. He did have a job here at the King's residence, though he was nothing compared to the Andrews family.

However, if he managed to land himself a wife from a powerful background, it would open all kinds of doors for him. “Are you genuinely offering to introduce someone to me, Mrs. Massey?" Mort asked somewhat excitedly.

Macy felt a burst of delight. She was merely fishing around for ways to get Mort to open up. Since he had taken the bait, she figured she could gather some information through him.

“Of course. Tell me what you want in a partner. I'll see if | can think of someone who'd suit you," Macy said.

"I'm a nobody, Mrs. Massey, so | don't expect anything from my partner," Mort muttered as he lowered his head.

"Hey, now. | told you to be more confident. You're not going to make anything of yoursel Eas keep!) puting youeself down like this. Who's going to think highly of you if you think so poorly of yourself too?" Macy continued to build a connection with Mort. Please read the original content at .

"I'm an orphan, Mrs. Massey. | grew up in an orphanage, so doubteriy | manyyouldiwentte merry me," te sorrowfully. Please read the original content at

Macy felt a tinge of pity for Mort, but now was not the time for her to be compassionate. Half an hour later, Mort had given Macy a full account of his past.

Although he was an orphan, he worked hard and managed to become a guard at the King's residence. It was a commendable feat.

"| think Lori Abbott would be a good

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Looking rather excited, Mort started treating Macy with even more respect.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Massey," Mort said at once.

All of a sudden, Macy had an idea and asked, "Since you're an orphan, Mort, would you be willing to be my godson?" Mort was dumbstruck. He never thought he'd get so lucky.

He'd have a bright future ahead of him in Dhord City if he became Sherry's godson.

Having come from an impoverished background, Mort knew the importance of connections.

He swiftly lowered his head to Macy out of respect.

Macy nodded in satisfaction, though she also felt a little sorry for using Mort's tragic background to manipulate him.