Chapter 177
Lucas' POV
I threw the fucking warlock on the floor as soon as I got into my tent.
"Master, please..." He was begging like a fucking dog on the floor.
I took off my shredded clothes and pulled up his hair, forcing him to look at the rope in my hand.
"What the fuck is this?!"
"Master, it's a rope..." He whispered.
I slapped him and roared, "I know it's a fucking rope! You fucking imbecile! Do you recognize it?!"
"I don't... Master..." He answered in a trembling voice. Blood kept coming out of his mouth.
"You don't know it?!" I lashed him with the rope. "Are you telling me that you don't know anything about it?!"
His body distorted in pain and curled up.
"Master... It's a sailor's knot. It's from the sea... Maybe the druids..." he whispered.
I stepped on his fucking shoulder and said, "Someone tried to kill me with this fucking rope tonight! So you do know something about it, don't you?"
"Master, please..." He gasped in pain and pleaded. "I don't have anything
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