The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 409

After the servant left, Fletcher settled into his armchair, closing his eyes. His index finger curled and tapped against the table in a steady rhythm, the sound echoing softly in the chamber.

It seemed as though he was waiting for something or someone.

Soon, a scantily clad beauty appeared, carrying a green emerald bottle. Her movements were fluid and seductive, her body seemingly boneless as she draped herself onto Fletcher’s lap and carefully uncorked the hottle.

From within, she poured out three pitch–black pills.

The moment the pills emerged, an unusual fragrance filled the stone chamber, mingling with the heady intoxicating scent that lingered throughout the underground palace.

However, if one brought the pills closer to their nose, they would notice faint traces of a metallic, bloody tang clinging to

them.

For any ordinary person, the mere hint of blood would be enough to recoil in disgust.

But in the Hall of Immortality, ordinary people were nowhere to be found.

Fletcher, of course, was not a common man.

He lazily lifted his eyelids, casting a cold, calculating glance at the beauty perched on his lap. His gaze was predatory, as though he were appraising the delicacy he was about to consume.

After a moment of scrutiny, he gave a slight nod, a faint smirk curling his lips. “The flesh of today’s beauty seems quite delectable.”

With those words, he barked his command, “Why are you dawdling? Feed me the Immortality Pills now.”

The beauty obediently bent down, parting her lips to take the pill into her mouth.

If anyone had been present, they would have noticed something missing from her mouth.

It was precisely this absence that made her so eerily quiet, just the way Fletcher preferred

He despised noise, especially when it came from those in his presence.

So, he had their tongues ripped out, ensuring absolute silence.

The mute beauty, holding the pill delicately in her mouth, cautiously approached Fletcher.

Fletcher closed his eyes slightly and leaned in to inhale the pill’s aroma, his expression twisting into one of crazed delight.” Yes, this is the scent.”

The delicate fragrance of the beauty mingled with the metallic tang of the pill.

A truly exquisite combination. This was his ultimate delicacy.

This was his ultimate delicacy!

“Tonight, I’ll savor this pill and feast on the beauty’s flesh!” Laughing maniacally, Fletcher scooped the beauty into his arms and strode into the inner chamber.

Moments later, the stench of blood grew thicker, saturating the air with its nauseating intensity.

When Fletcher reemerged, his once haggard face had transformed, now glowing with a youthful vitality, as though he had stolen years from the dead.

Drenched in blood, Fletcher’s entire body radiated a crazed excitement. His eyes burned with madness, and his lips moved incessantly, muttering strange, deranged words. “Immortality pills! I need them! I need immortality.