Free Web NovelChapter 2684: Chapter 905: Since You Were Bitten
This is a deep corridor.
There is no light in the corridor.
Only at the end of the corridor, on the walls to the left and right of the black door, are embedded two pale green Luminous Pearls, bringing a hint of subtle vitality to the corridor. From afar, it looks like a serpent lying in wait, ready to hunt in the darkness.
The pearl light spreads diffusely around, finally converging on the door’s central Ring, casting a sinister shadow over the bronze-cast Guardian Beast of the door ring.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The somewhat subdued sound of footsteps came from the entrance, bouncing between the equally eerie walls, eventually gathering into a murky sound that roused the slumbering Guardian Beast.
Clang!
The beast holding the door ring in its mouth shook it vigorously, identifying the guest by the echo, then let out a heavy sigh of relief. The brass nails beneath it, originally glowing faintly with a green light, gradually darkened.
"Didn’t you just come here yesterday? Why are you here again today!"
It looked at the approaching black figure, let out a big yawn, and said with some discontent, "And so late at night, disturbing one’s sleep!"
"I deeply apologize."
The uninvited guest whispered an apology, pulled down the hood over his head, revealing a few strands of golden hair and a white face with distinct features. Maybe due to the lighting, the shadows around his deep-set eyes appeared quite pronounced; he looked exceptionally fatigued.
"Oh, no need to be so polite."
The Guardian Beast looked at the dispirited Young Wizard, uneasily gnawing on the ring as thick as a finger, crunch, crunch, then coughed twice: "Also, although we’re quite familiar, you know the rules..."
The guest nodded slightly, said nothing, and skillfully took out a Silver Knife from his pocket, slicing his fingertip lightly. Blood droplets eagerly welled up from his skin, quickly pooling into a small mass.
He couldn’t help but recall the young student earlier attempting to cut his finger in front of him, smirked self-deprecatingly, and raised his hand, smearing the blood evenly on the Guardian Beast’s ring.
The blood quickly vanished into the metal surface of the bronze ring.
The Guardian Beast sighed contentedly. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"Yes, it’s Thomas’s scent."
It acknowledged the guest’s identity once more and kindly reminded him, "You didn’t wear a mask today... Also, that young lass in your lab isn’t very obedient, commanding the little girl captured with her to scratch my bottom, thinking they could escape this way!"
Its tone carried a hint of mockery.
Thomas nodded earnestly, "Thank you, you’ve worked hard... I appreciate it."
The Guardian Beast finally crunched the ring a few more times, and the heavy black door beneath it silently slid open to both sides, revealing a winding, deep passage.
Unlike the corridor outside, on either side of the tunnel inside, every few meters, a Magic Torch was embedded in the walls, maintaining a certain brightness in the entire passage. The walls on either side of the tunnel seemed unpolished, appearing somewhat rough, with uneven stones resembling the scales on a Snake Monster, emitting a chilling aura even in the firelight.
Thomas stepped across the door, proceeding at a leisurely pace towards the depths of the tunnel.
His footsteps collided with the tunnel walls, instantly gobbled up by the rough stones, immersing the entire tunnel in a silent, mysterious atmosphere.
Every ten steps or so, a tightly shut bronze door would appear on the wall, either on the left or the right. These doors bore no The Door God, no Guardian Beast of the ring, nor did they have peepholes or cat’s eyes, only a series of monotonous numbers.
One, two, three...
Walking all the way to "Number Eight," Thomas finally halted.
He took out a Brass Key from his pocket, smeared it with the still wet blood on his fingertip, and inserted it into the keyhole of the bronze door.
Click click click.
A series of fine, crisp sounds came from behind the door, like countless gears clashing, accompanied by faint magical fluctuations. Soon, the bronze door slowly opened, revealing a spacious laboratory.
Unlike the tunnel, the laboratory was brightly lit, fully equipped, and the shelves on either side were lined with large glass jars, containing various deformed life forms, gently wriggling in the pale green liquid. A faint Formalin smell lingered in the air, casting an even more terrifying look over those deformed creatures.
Thomas passed by the test bench in the center of the room without pause, heading straight to the inner reaches of the room.
In the corner at the end of the laboratory was a partitioned cubicle, separated by two bookshelves and a few flower pots. The pots held Round Leaf Thorn Axis Palm, their lush green leaves sprawling freely, cramming the small nook and adding a touch of vitality to the dreary laboratory.
In the cubicle, there was a desk, and in front of it sat a graceful figure.
She was facing away from the door, legs crossed, her high heels dangling from her toes, swinging in time with Thomas’s approaching footsteps, like a hook tightening repeatedly.
When the Warlock stood at the cubicle’s entrance, she turned back, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.
"Here again?"
The Female Demon flicked the black hair cascading down her ears, revealing a fair neck. Her crimson lips were nearly the same color as her mesmerizing eyes, exuding a sense of danger amidst allure: "Couldn’t wait to see me again so soon?"
Thomas was silent for a moment.
"The Guardian Beast informed me of some little tricks from No Face, guessing it’s your doing." His gaze lingered over the Female Demon’s exquisite chin, then her beautiful long dress, and lastly on that red high heel: "If you wanted to leave here, you wouldn’t have needed to come looking for me back then... I didn’t confiscate your Law book."
His gaze fell to the Bologna-bound Law book at the desk’s edge, dimming slightly.
She never used such flashy Law books before.
Perhaps hearing the Warlock’s warning, a green cobra suddenly rushed out from beneath the table, coiling around the Witch’s leg, finally crossing her knee, raising its head, hissing its bright red tongue at the owner of the laboratory.
Thomas glanced at it indifferently.
The cobra immediately retracted its tongue, hesitantly glancing back at the Female Demon, then at the Warlock, and finally obediently shrank its neck, slithering back under the table.
"You know I would never leave."
Resting her chin on her hand, the Female Demon glanced sideways at the Warlock, her eyes curving, her voice indolent, "I’m just intrigued by your laboratory... Back when I was in school, I vaguely heard of such an organization, but didn’t know they operated on such a scale! Oh, and I kept forgetting to ask, when did you join them? Why didn’t you bring me in too?"
This time, Thomas remained silent for a longer span. freēwebnovel.com
For a long time.
He finally spoke again.
"After you were bitten."
His gaze was gentle, his voice even softer as he replied, "The Professor said, if his experiment succeeds, it might help you escape your doomed Destiny. So, I joined."
