I winced as the shrill tone rang from the upper terrace. Not wanting to answer, especially when he pulled me close in a protective stance.
"Who is that?" He growled.
"The master I told you about. Master Noir Caspian, I'm sorry, I have to go; I'll be in trouble if I don't." I reluctantly removed myself from his hold, running toward the castle traces. Damon watching helplessly.
"I see.thats why the name rung a bell,the bad apples always stik out unfavorably. Dont they Nyx?" Nyx being quick to answer.
"Yep…" "Jasper is probably going to tease us if we don't get back soon anyway, so let's go."
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"Caspian?" his brows furrowed.
"Count Caspian?" Nyx corrected me as he continued.
"He's known for always causing or stirring up trouble in the courts. None for good reasons, only supporting the ones that put a fat coin pouch in his hands."
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"Sir, someone broke into the treasury.
On my way.
"Damn it !" "Rat !" "Get up!" "You shan't waste my time any longer. Get up!" (Master Noir Caspian)
I could hear the man yelling profanities repeatedly at someone. When the man finally turned around, it was too late to run away. My hidden shadow guards' are swift and strong; as the darkness aids them. They had him pinned to the wall in seconds, with him leaving in both rage and handcuffs.
I, on the other hand, was too angry to do anything. I watched as my men moved from a safe distance from the room; just there to listen and observe. In case something went wrong and it did. (Damon)
"Detain them in the cells for questioning ." Said a tall, burly man who looked to be in his 40s. He had a scar across his cheek and nose and had the aura of a commanding officer, as the man yelled at the group of maybe ten uniformed soldiers in blue and leather.
"Yes, Captain."
"Yes, Captain!!", said the group of men of plenty.
"Wait!! Now hold on! Don't you know who I am?!" The old master was struggling against the soldiers' grip on his hands.
"Unhand me, you fools!!" the master continued to shout.
One of the soldiers, in an all-black uniform, was still standing over her. who looked to be in his 20s, called out in concern.
"Captain Sir, this one is not doing so well. What should we do?"
The captain walked over and knelt down beside me alongside his soldiers. The one on top of me spoke up, perhaps around the same age as the first.
"Sir, there was another dart embedded in her neck; I suspect foul play from the older gentleman. Perhaps to use this one as a scapegoat." The soldier said in both confidence and concern. He, too, in an all-black uniform, but a noticeable scar could be seen on the bridge of his nose.
"Affirmative, Captain. How should we proceed?"
"Send it to the lab for testing and send her to the secured hospital wing for treatment. Now!" He ordered in an authoritative tone. We will question her later and be careful. We don't know what she is capable of.
The two soldiers nod. Saluting at attention. "Yes, Captain."
Around this time, I walked into the room unannounced to them in my full royal attire. Looking around the room, there was a fat man I heard earlier was being dragged out to the dungeons, and a girl who seemed oddly familiar. Then, after a few minutes, it hit me: the girl from the garden!
The captain glared at him with anger and annoyance. "Gag him and get him out of here! Now! we don't need to start unnecessary panic because of this buffoon." Soldiers around 10 or so saluted.
"Yes, captain."
"Let go! Let go of me, I say! Rat! Get up! Get over here. Get over here and help me you damn rat. You good-for-nothing b***."
Watching the girl, I saw her trying so hard to reach him, but with a pair of shadow guards on top of her, she didn't get far. I linked them to make sure she stayed alive. The two nodded and applied more pressure to her acupuncture points instead of her lying down. She coughed up blood.
"Who are you?" she said weakly.
"Silver! " Then she collapsed.
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