The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)

Chapter 274 Inquiries

Sylvia's POV:

Before heading to town, I went to a shop in the suburb and bought a cloak with a hood. I wanted to hide myself as much as possible.

There were many soldiers at the gate of the city, and everyone who entered the city had to undergo an interrogation.

If I went straight to the gate, I might be caught on the spot. I tightened my hood and looked around vigilantly.

Today was market day, so most werewolves who entered the city were pushing a cart.

I observed for a while before I chose the most inconspicuous cart and hid in it.

I wasn't surprised to know that the soldiers were searching for Rufus and me everywhere in the city.

I hid in a bucket full of hay and heard the loud noises of the soldiers outside.

When the cart I was in was stopped, I quietly moved the bucket lid a little bit. After making sure that no one noticed me, I jumped out and quickly ran into an alley.

I deftly avoided the patrolling soldiers and managed to sneak into a pharmacy.

Fortunately, no one else was in the pharmacy except an old doctor who was reorganizing the herb cabinets. The smell of various kinds of herbs were mixed together, creating a strange herbal fragrance.

"Doctor, if a patient is in a coma, what medicine can he take?" I immediately asked when I stepped forward.

The old doctor pushed his glasses and said, "I guess he has lost too much blood. I'll find you some medicine that can replenish blood. But if he still doesn't wake up, you have to take him to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Okay, doctor. Thank you." I deliberately lowered my voice and looked at the door, making sure that no one was there. Then I pretended to ask casually, "By the way, why are there so many soldiers in the city?"

While taking out a few boxes of medicine from the cabinet behind him, the old doctor sighed and said, "There was a murder." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

"Who was killed? Have they found the murderer?" I asked, pretending to be surprised.

The old doctor sighed again. "A child died, and the murderer was the famous Prince Rufus. Did you went to the parade?"

"I had something to do at home, so I didn't get the chance to see the parade." I also sighed. "But on my way here, I heard some rumors. I wasn't sure whether they were just gossiping or telling the truth though."

"Oh my God! It was actually a very tragic scene. It was a good thing you didn't go there." The old doctor shook his head, took out a bag, and slowly packed the medicine on the table. "That child was too little, but he was torn alive." "How did it happen? Was it during the parade?" I continued to ask. If it had happened at the military parade, the lycan king should have immediately known it. The soldiers wouldn't possibly waste time. They would report to him as soon as possible.

"No. The boy's dead body was found in the dense forest in the suburb, near the swamp. It was too awful. The boy's body seemed to be torn apart by a beast. Nothing was left intact. It's said that even the bones of his hand were broken into pieces," the old doctor said indignantly. "Prince Rufus was

too cruel. That boy was the one who offered him flowers earlier. The boy's only mistake was throwing a rotten egg at him. But he killed the poor little boy so brutally."

Everything the old doctor said made me more and more suspicious.

If the boy's body was found near the swamp, it shouldn't be Rufus. He had absolutely no reason to be there. As far as I could remember, I didn't see any moon grass along the way leading to the swamp. Rufus was actually attracted by the moon grass all the way to the manor in the suburb. It was impossible for him to pass by the swamp.

"At the moment, the boy's family is crying and protesting at the gate of the palace. If they don't get an explanation, they will all hang themselves at the gate of the city." The old doctor seemed to have never heard of such a thing before. He sighed again. "What on earth is going on with Prince Rufus? Has he really become a monster?" "How can you be so sure that it was Prince Rufus who killed the boy?" I asked him, pretending to be curious.

"Of course, there are witnesses."