The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 467

Rufus' POV:

"All right." Geoffrey nodded. "I will send the slave to serve you tonight. Although she is a vampire, she can't speak. So you don't need to worry."

I sneered.

Although she couldn't speak, she could write. 'Did Geoffrey not realize that? Or was he simply stupidly fearless and looking down upon the royal family?'

I was not in the mood to go to the banquet later, so I came up with something to excuse myself.

On my way back, I finally had the time to take out my phone. As soon as I unlocked my phone, I saw a message from Sylvia, stating she was going to explore outside the wall.

I thought she had gone with her teammates, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I just reminded her to be careful. However, I met Flora and Warren on the way. They were quarreling for some reason.

Confused, I walked to them. "Why are you here? Where is Sylvia?"

Flora shook off Warren's hand and frowned. "Didn't Sylvia come to see you? She left a long time ago."

I instantly realized something was wrong.

Perhaps Sylvia had lied to Flora for some reason. "Isn't Sylvia with you?" Flora asked, her tone anxious this time.

"No. She is waiting for me in my room. She just sent me a message." I waved my phone at them. "All right. You two carry on. I'm leaving now."

I called Sylvia as soon as I returned to my room. But no one answered.

I repeatedly called her, but she wasn't in the service area.

I grew restless. If I had known it earlier, I would have asked my secret guards to follow her --even though Sylvia hated people following her.

'Damn it! I should have ended the investigation earlier.'

I ran a hand over my hair as the dread seemed to intensify with every passing minute.

After they left, the slave and I were all alone in the room.

I took the bed sheet and threw it at her. "Wrap yourself up," I said in disgust.

The maid covered herself up with trembling hands and stayed in the corner of the bed. She was still as timid as last time.

I turned around and fetched a pen and paper. "I'm going to ask you a couple of questions. Write the answers clearly."

I was not in a good mood, so I didn't bother being polite to her.

Just as I was wondering what to ask her, the slave had already picked up the pen and was eagerly writing something.

My breath caught in my throat as I leaned over to see what she had written.

"When the clock strikes midnight, the hunting ground will be open outside the wall," the note read.