The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Generous Brat

"I can’t read minds either, Prince Arlan, but I will see what I can do," Erich said. "His personality is easygoing, but your father is the kind of patient that is most difficult to deal with. From our conversation earlier, I figured out that the moment I say how grave his situation is, he will immediately refuse treatment saying it is a wasteful use of people’s taxes."

Only then did Arlan realize the reason why the old man with a nasty temper was friendly to his father—it was also part of the treatment.

"Let me know if there is something else you need," the prince said. "My mother already told the Ministry of Finance to open the family’s treasury to you. The royal pharmacy will also be under your command."

"There is something I need indeed."

"Yes?"

"I am used to having two apprentices, but I only brought one with me to the royal palace. I met an old acquaintance among the royal servants. I want him to help me."

Arlan nodded. "Consider it done."

He didn’t ask who it was and Erich didn’t tell who the person was.

Arlan overheard Oriana’s conversation with Erich, not to mention he had always been aware of her true intentions of entering the palace. On the other hand, Erich knew Oriana would find her way and he simply made things easy for her.

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Late in the afternoon, inside the Palace of Thistle, Oriana knocked on the door of the prince’s study and entered even before hearing a response. It was merely her hourly duty of bringing him tea and snacks; there was no need for him to speak.

However, after she served the tea, she stayed instead of leaving, quietly contemplating over how to phrase her request.

Arlan sensed her mood. He already guessed what was going on in her mind.

While sipping the freshly brewed tea, he leaned back in his armchair, pretending ignorance.

"Do you have something to say, Orian?"

Oriana, who was standing with her head lowered, felt relieved that he asked a question first. "Your Highness, I have a request."

"Hmm?"

"Please allow me to say it."

"Go ahead."

"The apothecary—no, the physician who arrived from the Kingdom of Abetha, he is my teacher. May I request that I be allowed to leave the Palace of Thistle and meet him?"

Instead of replying, Arlan simply stared at her while enjoying tea, making Oriana nervous.

Truth be told, she was risking her life at this moment. If the prince denied her request, she would have no choice but to sneak out, which was a crime in itself. Not to forget, she was already a criminal for having black nightshade in her possession.

Every passing second felt suffocating as the man in front of her wordlessly enjoyed his drink as if he could not see her anxiety. She dared move her gaze up, only to find him staring at her as if trying to see through her, the gaze like that of a hawk.