The Lady Nun Seeks Justice (Eliza Stonor) novel Chapter 572

572.Chapter 572

Jefferson repeated, “A child?”

Jefferson glanced around, but saw no one in sight.

“Rayden, have you already seen the thief’s appearance?” Jefferson asked.

“Not yet,” Rayden replied calmly.

“Then how do you know it’s a child?” Jefferson asked, puzzled.

Rayden, hands behind his back, spoke with a knowing tone. “Half–baked poison magic–one look and it’s clear they haven’t been practicing long. Who else but a child would dare show off such amateurish skills in front of me?”

Jefferson immediately clasped his hands and smiled warmly. “As expected of you. With your expertise, I have nothing to fear.”

Rayden replied, “Naturally. Now, there’s no need to say more. You all go back to your business. I’ll handle this child myself.”

After dismissing Jefferson and the others, Rayden’s eyes suddenly gleamed as he focused on something in the distance.

If someone had been nearby, they would have followed Rayden’s gaze to see him staring excitedly at a golden butterfly perched on a stone lantern.

Rayden grinned, “What a fine insect. This one has the potential to be a King Parasite.”

Rayden rubbed his hands together greedily, his earlier demeanor of calm wisdom completely vanishing.

“With a King Parasite, no wonder that child could control so many parasites. But… such a treasure in the hands of a child? It’s a waste. It belongs with me.”

“Under my hundred–insect nurturing technique, I could raise a King Parasite that rivals the five great ones.”

Because Vexara’s appearance had changed so drastically, and it no longer had the aura of the King Parasite, Rayden didn’t recognize it as one of the five King Parasites.

He thought he had struck lucky, encountering a true King Parasite.

This King Parasite was something he had to capture.

Rayden, eyes locked on Vexara, was determined not to let the golden butterfly escape. He quickly noticed rustling from all around the courtyard.

Hundreds of parasites, under Rayden’s control, closed in on the golden butterfly perched on the stone lantern.

“Come here, little one. Stay still, and I won’t hurt you,” Rayden coaxed.

Rayden took out a poison vessel and opened it, approaching Vexara with it.

Surrounded by hundreds of parasites, Vexara remained motionless.

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Rayden, thinking the butterfly had been frightened, hastened his steps. He quickly attempted to trap Vexara in the vessel.

But just as he was about to succeed, Vexara fluttered its beautiful wings and deftly avoided capture, rising into the air.

“Try running away now,” Rayden sneered.

He quickly turned the vessel and aimed it at the butterfly in mid–air.

In his eyes, there was nothing but the golden butterfly.

So, he completely missed the almost imperceptible dark red powder being released from Vexara’s wings.

Within moments, Rayden’s vision darkened, and he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, his expression suddenly shifting to one of shock.

“My hand!”

“Damn it, I’ve been tricked!” Rayden cursed as his hand, still gripping the poison vessel, began to rot at an alarming rate- from his fingers to his wrist, and the infection quickly spread up his arm.

In a panic, Rayden took out his antidote pills, but they did nothing.

“Damn it!” Rayden swore as he downed nearly the entire bottle of antidote, but it was useless.