(Quick Transmigration) Meat Eating Journey

Western Fantasy‧The Great Priest (3-4)

Chapter 3

「Let go, let me go! Damn you bastard! Get away!」

After giving those instructions, the boy suspected to be Theodore turned and left.

The young man named Nathan held down Margaery expressionlessly, strangled her neck with his left hand and pulled out the short knife from the side of his waist.

Even in this dark room, the cold light on the sharp blade was still dazzling.

The girl watched the ray of silver coldness approaching her, her screams broken by fear and horror.

「Help! Help! Someone! Help me!」 But she knew that no one would come to save her. At the moment of death, she didn't even have time to think about why Theodore turned into a little boy, and how could that compassionate and gentle man become such a cold-blooded and ruthless person.

There was a soft pūchī, and the blade pierced Margaery's neck.

「Ah!——」 She struggled wildly, with such strength that even Nathan couldn't control it.

「It's so noisy,」 Theodore opened the door with a bang, 「Nathan, can't you shut her up?」

「I'm sorry, sir, it was my dereliction of duty.」 The young man lowered his head obediently, 「I will ask her to calm down.」

「Forget it,」 the boy looked coldly at Margaery, who was desperately resisting. She was like a beached fish, flopping around in a panic, 「leave her alive first.」

「Then,」 Nathan heard this and immediately pulled out his short sword, 「Your curse...」

Curse?

What curse?

When she noticed that the blade had left her throat, Margaery immediately stopped struggling.

Since there is no danger of death for the time being, there is no need to waste all her efforts to resist.

The girl's sixteen years of experience in the market allowed her to quickly judge the situation at hand. While she was trying to deduce from the conversation between Theodore and Nathan why she was tied here, she was trying to calm herself down, reserve strength, and prepare for her subsequent escape.

Theodore glanced at her, his golden-red eyes seemed to ridicule her——could he have seen her plan?

「Just drink her blood and you'll be fine,」 the boy said nonchalantly. 「Remember to seal her mouth before leaving. She's really an annoying woman.」

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Until Nathan took away a cup full of blood, Margaery was still paralyzed on the ground and did not react.

The process of blood loss was very strange. When the wound was opened on her wrist, she did not feel much pain. As the blood drained, she felt comfortable and wanted to sleep.

Probably because Theodore ordered her to stay alive, after drawing the blood, Nathan fed her a glass of water——the familiar and sweet taste was holy water.

Margaery's hand unconsciously reached into her arms, stroking the small bottle placed close to her body.

At that time, she was lying in the grass. When she woke up in a daze, the man with blond hair in a white robe had already left.

Next to her was a small, crystal clear crystal bottle with half of the holy water still in it.

In the next year, she suffered several serious injuries, but she survived by relying on the holy water left by the man.