The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Favoritism?

Ideally, only one hustler should’ve been there. The other one should’ve been hiding in a secured location while waiting for news.

But who made the little money grubber too protective of his investments?

And for all he knew, his newest investment might be dead somewhere or having a terrible fight for his life.

What if he got deducted money for creating such a painful treatment plan?

Luca couldn’t take it anymore and decided to pop out to check. But he only did it knowing it should only be Xavier and the Marshal in the room.

Xavier frankly predicted that something like this would happen. This little chipmunk could never really be stopped. He always wanted to see things and was especially curious about anything that could explode.

What a crazy guy.

"You shouldn’t be outside. Didn’t we talk about it already?" Xavier sighed as he attempted to chastise the little Daredevil.

"I know, but you were taking too long. What if something has gone wrong, and you needed help with the inv... patient." Luca corrected himself hurriedly.

Besides, Luca wanted to see the effects of the pills for himself.

This was a unique take where the Marshal was used as the guinea pig for something so dangerous.

But it was better than having no chance of survival at all.

However, the Marshal was actually going in and out of consciousness and could hear snippets of conversation.

He was trying to hold on for dear life to try and reign in the possible explosion while everyone was presumably evacuating.

Xavier actually let them all evacuate since they weren’t sure if this was going to work. And it was much better if no one else saw anything. He just made sure to reassure everyone that he was going to leave as soon as possible.

He just needed time with his Uncle.

Time and a lot of luck.

"Which pills have you used?" Luca was curious and scared. The Marshal looked much worse than Xavier when he was overrun by corruption, yet Xavier said it was already much better than earlier.

Just how bad was it earlier?

Close to zombification bad.

"Two low-grades and one mid-grade. I noticed the corruption receded with every pill I had him take."

Luca could actually see several pieces of medical equipment attached to the Marshal, but he couldn’t interpret what the lines meant and had to ask D-29 for assistance.

"Host, the Marshal’s vitals seem fine for now. It’s just that the scan shows a congregation of the corruption as a mass by the abdomen."

Hmm.

"Xavier, could you try using the other pills?"

The tortuous nephew complied, hoping that it would affect the corruption.

And it did. The two mad scientists actually braced for what they expected to be writhing in pain or convulsions, but none of that happened.

"???"

By these two’s expressions, you wouldn’t know if they preferred a screaming mess or whatever this was. But surely, they didn’t expect to be greeted with serenity.

In fact, Xavier wondered why it was so different from his time when he felt like he was knocking on death’s door with every breath.

Well, that was because he used a Stamina recovery pill rather than a Guiding pill. But he wouldn’t know that and could only look at Luca as if there was implied favoritism.

Was it because he didn’t pay money upfront before the treatment?

But Luca wanted to make sure and decided to see if the Marshal’s meridians were doing much better. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}