'What did I just hear?'
Darryl was stunned to hear that. 'So Monica is not here? And that's Cynthia in there?'
"There's no need for the treasures. I'll recover after a short rest." Just as Darryl pondered in surprise, he heard Cynthia's muffled and weak voice from the room.
"Okay, you should rest well, then!" Lord Kenny responded with a smile, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he took a bottle of medicine from his body discreetly and sprinkled it through the crack of the door gently.
Darryl saw the medicine turned into a plume of smoke when it hit the air; it penetrated the room through the cracks in the door.
F*ck!
Darryl frowned; he knew what had happened.
Lord Kenny turned up alone and mysteriously because he wanted to sully Cynthia.
Darryl was enraged.
Lord Kenny was a despicable b*stard! Cynthia had helped him fight against Darryl during the day, and that was he would treat her in return.
Darryl did not know that Lord Kenny had become a puppet under the King of the Dead's control.
'No way! I can't watch Cynthia fall prey to Lord Kenny even though she misunderstood me.'
Darryl thought about it before he prepared to charge forward.
Boom!
Suddenly, the Full Energy Hall rose to a clamor, and a troop of guards hurried over.
"Your Majesty!"
The troop leader said respectfully to Lord Kenny, "A border guard wants to see you for an urgent matter!"
Lord Kenny was annoyed that his beautiful plan had been interrupted. He waved impatiently. "Go!"
Even though Lord Kenny was vexed, he knew that it must have been something important for the border guard to rush back to the Royal City so late at night. Besides, he had drugged Cynthis; she would not run away.
She was shocked and upset when she noticed that it was Darryl. "It's you, the villain!"
Cynthia was outraged. She sensed that something was wrong with her body halfway through her meditation to heal her injuries. She believed that she had been poisoned. Then, Darryl had snuck into her room, so she assumed that Darryl was the person who had poisoned her!
Cynthia made that assumption as she almost killed Darryl in the daytime.
Darryl was baffled by Cynthia's expression. He walked forward slowly and said, "Why are you glaring at me? Did you think that I poisoned you?"
"Am I wrong?"
Cynthia bit her lips and rebuked him. "You wicked man! I wounded you during the day. That's why you sneaked into the palace at night to avenge yourself with such despicable means. Shameless!"
Darryl was not angry to hear the accusation; he laughed. "You are a Nine Saint Oracle. All I needed to do to kill you was to join hands with Laura. Why would I do something like this?"
'He's right!'
Cynthia was stunned.
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