nyslfriends Chapter 390 Chapter-390
Chapter 390 Chapter-390
"Did he just kiss me on the lips?" Faith wondered, her cheeks turning red after Anon's audacious act.
Throughout her life, Faith had encountered many men, but Anon stood apart from them all. He possessed a unique charm, intelligence, and the physical prowess to achieve his goals. He was, in her eyes, the perfect man.
Suddenly, Faith snapped out of her reverie and assessed the situation. "Oh, hell... I totally forgot he was a prisoner. I can't allow a prisoner to escape. Jule, you colossal idiot," she muttered, withdrawing a small dagger from her waist belt and pointing it toward her own stomach.
Gritting her teeth, she plunged the dagger into her abdomen.
Chek
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..." Faith cried out as the dagger penetrated her, her painful shriek echoing.
Screeeechhh
All the carriages came to an immediate halt, and the elf soldiers disembarked, rushing to Faith's carriage.
"Commander, are you alright?" one of the female soldiers inquired, entering the carriage and noticing the dagger embedded in Faith's abdomen.
"Oh, shit, I need healing potions. Get me some healing potions," the elf soldier urgently requested of her companions.
"Yes, ma'am," one of them responded and hurried to retrieve the healing potions.
"Ma'am, did he do this? Was it that boy, ma'am?" the elf soldier inquired, her expression seething with anger.
"Yes... Ahhh... damn, it hurts," Faith pretended, observing the elf soldier.
"Soldiers, capture that man immediately and kill him on sight," the elf soldier commanded.
"Yes, ma'am," the soldiers chorused.
"Wait... we need him alive," Faith murmured in a soft but audible tone.
"But, ma'am... he tried to kill you," the elf soldier protested.
"Ma'am, here is the healing potion," one of the elf soldiers said, handing the healing potion to her.
"Here, ma'am, drink this; you'll feel better," another elf soldier offered, passing Faith the healing potion.
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Suddenly, the elf soldier gripped the dagger's hilt and yanked it out.
"Ahhh... Fuck. At least give me a warning when you're about to do that," Faith yelled, feeling her wound rapidly mend thanks to the healing potion, although the pain of the abrupt dagger removal still throbbed.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," the elf soldier quickly apologized.
"We need that guy alive. I will personally present him before the Royal court," Faith declared, her expression resolute.
"Yes, ma'am," the elf soldier replied.
"Everyone, find him and bring him back alive," the elf soldier ordered the other soldiers.
"Yes, ma'am," the soldiers promptly dispersed to
"Hmm... it seems it's time to hunt some bastards, right, mate?" Anon inquired, glancing at Gin.
Woof-Woof
Gin barked twice, prepared to transform into his true form at a moment's notice.
With both hands in his pockets, Anon continued toward the mansion.
???? There lived a certain man... in Russia long ago. He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow.????
Anon started singing the Ballad of Irina as he strolled toward the elven guards who were engrossed in conversation and laughter.
As he reached the entrance, the guards immediately halted him.
"Who the hell are you, kid? Do you even know who this mansion belongs to?" one of the guards, wearing a disdainful expression, confronted Anon.
Anon remained silent, as did Gin, awaiting his master's order to transform into his original form and eliminate these guards at a single command.
???? But when his drinking and his lusting and his hunger for power became known to more and more people... the demands to do something about this outrageous man grew louder and louder. ????
Anon continued to sing, gazing at the ground.
"What's this guy talking about?" one of the guards asked, chuckling.
"I have no idea. He's talking about drinking and lusting... I think he's drunk. Let's toss him out of here before the master sees him," another guard suggested.
"Yeah, you're right," the remaining guards agreed, seizing Anon's shoulders.
"HUNT," Anon ordered.