“Master… Master Nash…”
As immediately got up from the couch with a nervous look on his face.
“Where’s your master?” Nash asked calmly.
A strained smile tugged on the corners of As’ lips. “He… He’s gone to bed…”
Nash looked up the stairs, a glint appearing in his eyes.
Eric had taken off his clothes and was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Clouds of ck fog surrounded
his body, and there were hints of gold-colored lights inside the fog.
Nash’s eyebrows knitted themselves together even more tight!
He had already guessed Eric would be no match for the ghou had not expected him to get hurt.
Given Eric’s skills, even if he could not defeat it, he would have able to escape with the help of a
talisman.
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Unless he had been so headstrong he decided to take on the ghou himself.
Nash was confident the second possibility was what had happened.
Eric had a huge ego.
He must have wanted to defeat a ghoul by himself so that he could earn bragging rights.
Ghouls were chock full of ghoul poison, which was extremely toxic.
Getting bitten or scratched would result in immediate infection.
Eric had mastered the Nine Breath Profound Technique, which would allow him to gain control of the
ghoul poison. He should be able to deal with things by himself.
The fact As was lying to him proved that Eric did not want him to know he was injured. Instead of
calling their bluff, Nash sat on the couch and chuckled. “He must be exhausted from his travels today,
given how early he’s gone to bed today!”
As desperately wanted to tell the truth, but he was worried his master would scold him. Hence, he
had no choice but to continue lying to Nash. He chuckled awkwardly as he nodded and said, “Yes…
That’s right… He was preupied the entire afternoon!”
Winnie swallowed the rest of her banana and tossed the peel into the trash can before mumbling, “I’ll
go make you guys some tea…”
As gave Winnie’s back a dirty look as she walked away.
This woman had no sense of boundaries. Those who did not know. better might even think she was the
actual owner of the house.
“I’m going to use the restroom.”
Nash got up and headed toward the kitchen.
As lit another cigarette and began puffing on it.
Jesebel was making fish filets in the kitchen.
She instinctively raised her head when she noticed someone entering the kitchen.
A dazed look appeared in her eyes when she raised her head.
Nash asked in a low voice, “Who sent you here?”
A confused look appeared on Jesebel’s face.
Nash narrowed his eyes as he continued questioning her, “Why did youe here to Royal Bay?”
Jesebel murmured, “For money!”
Nash averted his gaze and turned to walk into the bathroom.
Jesebel returned to her senses, and a confused look appeared on her face.
What had just happened?
Why did she feel dizzy?
She shook her head and ced the te of carefully ted into the oven.
Nash walked out of the bathroom.
Jesebel gave him a wary look. “Did you do something to me just now?”
She became dazed the minute Nash entered the kitchen, so she guessed he had performed a Path
technique on her.
Nash grinned. “You’re anemic, which is why you asionally feel dizzy. Remember to eat more foods
that are rich in iron!”
Surprised, Jesebel asked, “How could you tell that?”
She was ashamed to admit it. As a dietitian, she should be taking better care of her health. However,
she had an odd disease that did not allow her to store too much iron in her body as it would result in
russt-colored spots appearing on her flesh.
Thisis was exactly why she began learning how to prepare nutritious dood. She wanted to regte her
iron levels.
Nasal said solemnly, “I’ve studied a little medicine before, so I’m able
tac soot some diseases. I can prescribe you some medication another
davy!”
Jessceaughed. “I was born with this disease. Medicine won’t be
errecove
Nash could not be bothered to exin himself further and said tly,”
It’s free anyways so why not just try it?”
He walked out of the kitchen after saying that.
There was nothings shoddy about Jesebel.
In that case, it had to beeWinnie.
He had been suspicious of her since that morning.
Why would any decent woninamaatiow her undergarments to be visib to an outsider, let alone one win
was a male?