Duke of Ule
Actually, she can, she can...
Livin clenched her fists. She had never known her lips could tremble so badly, so she gritted her teeth and tried to keep quiet.
There wasn't a breath of wind today; only when she left did the surrounding air stir slightly.
On the other side, Yang Guang was still staring intently at the red dot that was getting closer and closer to him. He touched the gun at his waist and scoffed disdainfully.
We've got you, how could we let you escape!
A sudden surge of killing intent from behind him made his hair stand on end. He barely managed to stop himself, almost on instinct. In less than a second, a grayish-brown shadow flashed past him.
Wolf?
It's not surprising to see anything in this poplar forest reserve, but most of the time they are clearly separated from the human world, each going its own way. But creatures from there attacking humans? Unheard of! Those alarmist rumors are just hearsay. If that's the case, then why would this wolf attack me?
The tracker beeped, and the target moved again. Yang Guang didn't care about anything else; he had important things to do and no time to get entangled with a beast.
The long skirt was too cumbersome, so Liwen lifted the hem and tore it open with force. With a tearing sound, she tied the strips of fabric around her waist, making things much easier.
Looking back one last time at the old man's peaceful resting figure, Liwen hesitated, then finally continued on her way.
A bend appeared ahead; she must have successfully circled around to the south of the poplar forest. In her blind spot, a short blade was pointed at a tricky angle, aimed straight at her face.
She had no time to dodge, so she gritted her teeth and used her left arm to protect her vitals, the short blade digging deep into her flesh.
The sharp pain made her temples throb, and she collapsed to the ground, dizzy. A pair of spotless military boots walked up to her.
She had only ever seen guards from the Imperial Guard wear those military boots.
She slowly raised her head, her body stiff. She was surprised for a moment, but then she suppressed her doubts and calmed herself down.
"It's you?"
Ella stood quietly in front of her, even more upright than the poplar trees behind her.
"You do have some skills, otherwise I would wonder why Mom would use you."
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Katherine Lowry's biological clock has been regular for decades; even when she is asleep in complete darkness, she can wake up precisely at five in the morning.
The mattress was soft, and there was even a goose down and silk comforter specially prepared for her. Everything about her had been investigated.
The room temperature was also perfectly controlled; it's no exaggeration to say that it was even more perfect and considerate than the modified Lyria model in her own home, with attentive service.
With a soft click, Dr. Lowry remained seated on the edge of the bed, showing no intention of getting up.
"I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry. We invited the doctor here, but I hope you can understand that things are in a mess outside lately."
The slick-haired man wore an unsettling, formulaic smile, and his arrogant and rude behavior was a stark contrast to his polite tone.
"..."
"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Yule. I hope you can address me as Duke—I am here on behalf of the Federal Royal Family."
"..."
"Any other questions, Doctor?"
The doctor, who had been sitting like a statue, finally showed some reaction.
“I hope that Your Excellency Duke Jules will learn to knock on doors.”
Duke Yule's smile froze. He narrowed his eyes, gracefully walked to the guest sofa in the room, and sat down with his knees crossed.
He seemed so engrossed in thinking about something that the room remained silent for a few minutes. Then, he opened and closed his arms, which were wrapped around his knees, and let out a strange laugh.
“It seems…” that greasy, disgusting smile finally vanished completely, “our wise doctor still believes she is in a place where she has so-called human rights.”
If sound had a physical form, the entire room would probably be covered in ice shards by now.
"So Duke Yule came to inform me that I have lost my human rights here?" Dr. Lowry still held his head high.
Duke Yule put on that nauseating smile again.
"Of course not, Doctor, I'm here to convey the gratitude and respect from the Federal Royal Family."
Having said that, he waited quietly for something.
Perhaps it was Kathryn Lowry's gratitude.
“I don’t like playing riddles, sir.”
“It is Duke Yule.” He corrected Dr. Lowry’s wording. “You should be glad that it is a gentleman like me who has come to visit you.”
"..."
Dr. Lowry looked coldly at the gentleman in front of him.
Duke Yule didn't mind being stared at like that; it was nothing more than the dying struggle of a lowly person. As for this... Doctor? Ha, a lowly person with some use.
"When the Queen learned of your masterpiece, she expressed great satisfaction! She highly praised your research spirit. As you know, your research results do differ somewhat from our requirements, but that does not diminish its greatness."
His tone and gestures were so exaggerated that the person being praised did not feel any joy.
Duke Yule clearly understood that Dr. Lowry knew what he meant, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. On the contrary, he expected to see this arrogant scholar fawning over him, which would fully satisfy his desire for dominance, just like in a neon cocoon...
The mere thought of that name caused the last trace of feigned smile to vanish from Duke Yule's narrow, shrewd eyes.
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