Chapter 303
Through the crack in the door, you can see the mountains of gold and silver treasures in the treasury. The brilliance of gold and gems reflects a cold brilliance, but the light of these wealth cannot cover up the miserable state of the black squirming figure in the center of the room.
It was a man who was tortured beyond recognition. His hands and legs were tightly bound by rough iron chains, which faintly emitted magical fluctuations, as if they were designed specifically to restrict wizards' spells.
His nails had long been cruelly pulled out one by one, and his ten fingers were bleeding, with black and red blood scabs on the wounds.
One ear was missing, and the bloody marks showed signs of violence, while the exposed skin was covered with scars of varying depths, some of which were oozing pus and blood.
His greasy hair was scattered messily on both sides of his cheeks, with coagulated blood mixed in his hair.
His face was pressed against the cold floor, and a slight "rustling" sound was made when rubbing, as if even breathing was exhausting his last strength.
The cloudy eyes, with a light of despair and madness, stared at an object in the center of the room - a huge golden hourglass.
The hourglass was made of pure gold, and the sand in the glass exuded a strange red luster.
"It's almost there, it's almost there!"
The man's voice was hoarse and low, as if it was a whisper squeezed out from the depths of his throat.
His eyes were almost burning, staring at the sand slowly flowing in the hourglass.
——
"Hey, you're finally back?"
Lupin leaned against the fireplace, holding a cup of steaming tea, looking at Deveraux who had just entered the door, with a teasing smile on his face.
"What's going on? Did you meet a new girlfriend?"
The tone was as if Deveraux and him had never had any conflicts before.
Deveraux took off his coat, rolled his eyes, and threw his gloves on the back of the chair.
"What new girlfriend? I have been a single noble since I was born."
Lupin snorted softly, and a meaningful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh? Really? But they even left half of the ice cream for you. Tsk, you've become rich, haven't you? Last time you cried poor to me, saying that one silver coin was all your wealth."
Deverot walked to the table, his eyes fell on the half cup of ice cream that had already melted a little, and next to it was a small note written in delicate French.
He picked up the note and glanced at it. It read.
"Deverot, let's have lunch together today! British food is really too bad, this time we brought a chef directly to let you taste our specialties! (≧◡≦)"
At the end of the note, there was a smiling kitten, lively and playful.
Deverot looked at the handwriting left by Furong, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He put the note back on the table, glanced down at the half cup of ice cream, the spoon was still inserted in it, as if waiting for him to make a move.
In the past few years since I came to the UK, I have really deeply experienced Furong's words.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been thinking about the milk oatmeal every day.
Deverot's eyes fell on the half bowl of ice cream, which was no longer steaming, but not completely melted.
According to the ice cream shop's propaganda, this is a magical ice cream that "will never melt".
Of course, this is just a gimmick.
Deverot once tested it with fierce fire, and the ice cream turned into a pool of sweet liquid in just a few seconds under the flames.
He walked forward, picked up the half cup of ice cream, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was a meaningful smile in his eyes.
Licking his lips, he raised the silver spoon and prepared to scoop a mouthful.
However, just when the spoon was about to touch the ice cream, his movement suddenly stopped, and his brows frowned slightly, as if he thought of something.
Deverot looked down at the ice cream, and then tapped the wall of the cup with his fingernails.
With the crisp knocking sound, the ice cream suddenly began to rotate, as if it was cast by magic.
It quickly compressed and deformed, and finally condensed into half a small silver coin, lying quietly in Deverot's hand, with a cold luster.
Lupin stood aside, staring at the scene in amazement, forgetting to swallow the tea in his mouth.
He stared at the silver coin in Deveraux's hand, his voice full of shock.
"You...you actually let someone eat the transformation product?! Are you crazy? Eating this kind of thing may kill people!"
Deveraux looked calm, with a faint smile on his lips.
"It's okay, I calculated it. The duration is enough for it to be metabolized from her body."
Lupin couldn't believe his ears when he heard this.
"Calculated it? You are gambling with your life! Aren't you afraid of some accidents?!"
Deveraux shrugged and put the half silver coin into his pocket, his tone was so relaxed that it seemed as if everything just now was just a little joke.
"Don't worry..."
He paused and glanced around.
"She will be fine, I know her limits."
Before he finished speaking, the layer around the room was like an invisible barrier, isolating the noise from the outside world, and the faint curtain gradually pulled up.
Devereux looked up at the curtain, and the smile on his lips deepened.
He clapped his hands, with a hint of excitement in his voice.
"Okay, Lupin - it's time to get started!"
Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the reading progress to be lost. Please save the "Bookshelf" and "Reading Record" in time (it is recommended to take a screenshot to save). We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you!