409 Chapter 400
409.Chapter 409
After the servant left, Fletcher settled into his armchair, closing his eyes. His index finger curled and tapped against the table in a steady rhythm, the sound echoing softly in the chamber.
It seemed as though he was waiting for something or someone.
Soon, a scantily clad beauty appeared, carrying a green emerald bottle. Her movements were fluid and seductive, her body seemingly boneless as she draped herself onto Fletcher’s lap and carefully uncorked the hottle.
From within, she poured out three pitch–black pills.
The moment the pills emerged, an unusual fragrance filled the stone chamber, mingling with the heady intoxicating scent that lingered throughout the underground palace.
However, if one brought the pills closer to their nose, they would notice faint traces of a metallic, bloody tang clinging to
them.
For any ordinary person, the mere hint of blood would be enough to recoil in disgust.
But in the Hall of Immortality, ordinary people were nowhere to be found.
Fletcher, of course, was not a common man.
He lazily lifted his eyelids, casting a cold, calculating glance at the beauty perched on his lap. His gaze was predatory, as though he were appraising the delicacy he was about to consume.
After a moment of scrutiny, he gave a slight nod, a faint smirk curling his lips. “The flesh of today’s beauty seems quite delectable.”
With those words, he barked his command, “Why are you dawdling? Feed me the Immortality Pills now.”
The beauty obediently bent down, parting her lips to take the pill into her mouth.
If anyone had been present, they would have noticed something missing from her mouth.
It was precisely this absence that made her so eerily quiet, just the way Fletcher preferred
He despised noise, especially when it came from those in his presence.
So, he had their tongues ripped out, ensuring absolute silence.
The mute beauty, holding the pill delicately in her mouth, cautiously approached Fletcher.
Fletcher closed his eyes slightly and leaned in to inhale the pill’s aroma, his expression twisting into one of crazed delight.” Yes, this is the scent.”
The delicate fragrance of the beauty mingled with the metallic tang of the pill.
A truly exquisite combination. This was his ultimate delicacy.
This was his ultimate delicacy!
“Tonight, I’ll savor this pill and feast on the beauty’s flesh!” Laughing maniacally, Fletcher scooped the beauty into his arms and strode into the inner chamber.
Moments later, the stench of blood grew thicker, saturating the air with its nauseating intensity.
When Fletcher reemerged, his once haggard face had transformed, now glowing with a youthful vitality, as though he had stolen years from the dead.
Drenched in blood, Fletcher’s entire body radiated a crazed excitement. His eyes burned with madness, and his lips moved incessantly, muttering strange, deranged words. “Immortality pills! I need them! I need immortality.
“Immortality pills! I need them! I need immortality.
“With the pills… and the flesh of beauties… I will become an immortal! An undying god!
“Where are my clothes? Where are my clothes?
The commotion reached the ears of the servants outside. When they entered and saw the scene, their faces turned pale with terror as they scrambled to fetch the clothes from the inner room.
Henderson’s bloodshot eyes were terrifying, his vision so blurred that the world around him was a haze. But the moment his gaze landed on the bright yellow garment, he lunged forward with feverish excitement
“It’s mine! All of it! Mine!” He snatched the garr Successfully unlocked!
that it took him several attempts to wear it prop
Successfully unlocked! to put it on, his hands trembling so violently
Even then, not a single servant dared to step forward and assist him.
When Fletcher finally stood before the bronze mirror, the reflection revealed the full appearance of the garment, especially the design on it.
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The bright yellow fabric bore the image of a dragon, which was incomplete.
Henderson stared at the mirror, his bloodshot eyes locked onto his reflection. A twisted grin spread across his face as he admired the unfinished dragon on the robe, his obsession growing darker with every passing second.
The servants kneeling on the ground trembled uncontrollably, their heads bowed so low they dared not even glance at him Fletcher mumbled, “Yes, yes! That’s exactly how it should be. I deserve this?
The servant’s fear spiked the moment he heard those words, trembling no hard he looked like a leaf caught in a storm Meanwhile, Fletcher lingered in front of the mirror, savoring the moment as if intoxicated by his own reflection.
But when his hand brushed over the unfinished dragon pattern, his fingers grazing the crimson stain, his expression darkened instantly.
The stain was unmistakably blood.
Fletcher’s fury ignited like a spark to dry tinder.
Disgusted, he ripped the robe off in a fit of rage. Then, with a violent motion, he hurled it to the ground. “Execute everyone who embroidered this robe, Grind them up and use them as fertilizer for my wife’s flowers.
“And you, if this happens again, you’ll end up just like them.”
The sentence was no vague threat..
The servant frantically grabbed the discarded robe, stammering, “Yes, sir! I swear, it won’t happen again!”
“Get out of my sight.” Fletcher’s earlier excitement had completely evaporated, leaving behind only a simmering rage. Yet, the madness in his eyes burned as fiercely as ever.
Suddenly, he turned and collapsed backward, lying on the cold stone floor, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the glowing pearls studding the ceiling, their cold light reflecting his unhinged state.
After a long silence, he murmured to himself, “I wonder… would the Holy Lady crave immortality too?”
The stone chamber was empty now, but it seemed he hadn’t intended for anyone to hear his words.
He spoke to himself, his gaze lighting up with a renewed, almost feverish excitement.
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