THE KING WAREWOLF'S

part 15's

a middle-aged man stood looking out the window of his room, behind him a young man in his early 30s with a light blue hair.

"have you found any trace of Arry?"ask the old man.

"fortunately, my servant still has not found her" Arry lowered his head.

"i hope you find Arry soon, we've lost him for 20 years" the King laughed at the thought of something.

"i promise you, sooner or later I'll find her"

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Fatel opened his eyes slowly and turned the blanket wrapped around his body.

remembering the incident last night made him furious, suddenly he remembered something.

"how's the girl doing last night?" Fatel walked out and approached one of the guards.

"where did you take the girl who was in this room last night?" ask Fatel

"the servant is now in Miss's detention room." said the guard.

"he? who took him there?" Fatel rounded his eyes perfectly

"Alpha Miss, di-"until the guard finished talking, Fatel immediately ran away from the guard making the guard turn in disbelief.

Fatel ran along the hall, his goal was Dylan's room.

"huh.hosh..."Fatel bent down on his knees, arriving at Dylan's doorstep, he straightened his body and opened the door.

BRACKET

Dylan turned his head in shock at the person who dared to dare his disturb his morning.he smirked when he knew who had arrived.

"what's up? do you intend to tease me this morning, Miss?" Dylan smiled obliquely and gulped back his hot chocolate.

"what do you mean? " Fatel took a look at her appearance, and blinked in disbelief.

what the?

a thin and transparent nightgown?

who changed his clothes?

as he reflected he was too focused on thinking about last night's events without realizing his appearance.

Fatel lowered his head in shame, he cursed himself, why he could be this reckless.

With half his pride, Fatel raised his face and looked at Dylan with a sharp look.

"unfortunately, I have something more important than that" Fatel tilted his smile.

Dylan raised his eyebrows next door.

"what did you do to that waitress last night?" Fatel asked with a hunting breath.

"hm, I haven't thought about it, maybe a little punishment" Dylan crossed his legs and looked at Fatel Demgan with a flat gaze.

"if that girl gets hurt for a second, I won't forgive you" Fatel ruffled his waist.

"mm, you indirectly pushed him into the crocodile pit?" Dylan smiled mockingly making Fatel clench his hands at his sides

"shit, whatever it is, if you hurt her I don't hesitate to separate the head from your neck" Fatel threatened,

oh come on, is Fatel threatening?

let alone kill, see what sword he ever had?

"uh yeah? I was scared" Dylan deliberately put on a scared face, as if Fatel's threat was very dangerous to him.

Fatel grew furious with Dylan, knowing that Dylan was mocking him.

"on the right there's a sword, please slash my head, I give it for free" Dylan took a sip of his chocolates,

Fatel immediately turned his head to the side.

'wait, where's the right? to my right or to his right?'

for a moment Fatel was confused, what kind of sword form? he lowered his head, weighing the right side of the man on which side of his body.

Dylan was heartbroken to see Fatel's behavior that worried him.

Fatel saw a long and sharp flat object on his right, ah his fool he was, Fatel swearing in his heart.

Fatel walked over and raised his chin slightly.he grabbed the sword hilt and pulled it with one hand, but...

'shit, why don't you want to be uprooted?' inner Fatel.

Fatel swallowed his saliva and turned for a moment to where Dylan was, the man still with his flat face staring at him.

his face was already red extinguished withstanding embarrassment, he tried to pull with both hands, but the result was nil. The sword was still in place, as if in love with his scabbard.

Fatel was already like a fool, he was still dealing with that rancid sword, eager for him to cut, chop and burn this damn sword.

Dylan turned his eyes around.

"Well Miss Waynn, I think you should go back to your room instead of spending your time here" Dylan propped up his chin with his right elbow.

"today you may be free, Mr. Blake, but next time I'll really cut off your head" Fatel came out upset.

BRACKET

"haish, the door of my room was long broken if this girl came here often" Dylan patted her on the forehead.