Master of Lust-Chapter 213: Emily Dead? [1]
Chapter - 213
[Let's do something fun Master.]
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Quest: Irritate this old matriarch till her eyeballs pops out boiling in anger.
Quest Rewards: Ero points: 50,000; 10 Drops of Vampire blood essence
Time Duration: 60 minutes
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"Oh my God, 50,000 Ero points? Just to irritate this old vampire? Hmm, well, I must say, you are being quite favorable, my goody dog.", Rick exclaimed, with a soft chuckle as he read the quest on the pale blue screen in front of him, "And what is with the blood? Will you take it from this old Witch?"
[You fuc... Fuc... You stupid master. Stop calling me a dog? Or you will know.]
'Shut up,' Rick disregarded the commotion from the system, pivoting his attention towards the old matriarch with a smirk playing on his lips. With a dismissive wave, the system vanished into thin air with a soft popping sound, leaving the room eerily quiet once more.
His words dripped with sarcasm as he addressed the old lady, a playful tease laced with impatience coloring his tone. "So, what's the big plan for curing Emily? Got any tricks up your sleeve?"
The old matriarch's response was swift and sharp, her voice a whisper yet carrying a chill that seemed to cut through the air like a knife. "I may be many things, but I'm no magician," she retorted, her words laced with a steely resolve. "So, mind your manners and let me work in peace."
Observing the furrow that creased the old matriarch's brow and the icy demeanor she projected, Rick couldn't resist pushing her buttons a little further. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he leaned in closer, his tone playful yet provocative.
"Hey now, no need to get all riled up, you lovely old thing," he teased, a smirk dancing on his lips. "I know you've got this under control. Just testing your patience, you know? Chill out, baby, chill."
The old matriarch's response cut through the air like a sharpened blade, her voice dripping with irritation as she rebuked Rick's insolence. "Watch your tongue, young man," she snapped, her words edged with frustration. "It's not doing you any favors to blabber on so sharply."
Despite her sharp words, Rick remained unperturbed. With the confidence of someone who had an ace up his sleeve, he stood his ground. "Fine," he replied coolly, his tone unwavering. "Let's see what you've got. Show me what you're capable of, instead of just glaring at me with those big eyes of yours."
However, rather than immediately acquiescing to Rick's challenge, the old matriarch shot him a disapproving frown, her disappointment palpable.
Finally after a few minutes, without a word, she redirected her focus to Emily, who lay on the bed, her vulnerability laid bare for all to see.
The room was filled with a tension, as the old lady carefully observed Emily, her brow furrowed in concentration. With each passing moment, it became increasingly evident that Emily's condition was dire, and the old matriarch's powers would be put to the ultimate test.
Even the system gave Rick only seven days to save before his childhood friend would have that tiny thread of life holding her break. And only two days remained from those seven days. So Rick had no doubt that Emily might give up any time.
A heavy silence enveloped the room as all eyes remained fixed on the old matriarch, anticipation and anxiety mingling in the air like a thick fog. Each heartbeat echoed in the stillness, drowned out only by the sound of the old matriarch's measured footsteps as she continued her assessment of Emily's condition.
Amidst the hushed tension, Olivia stood by the entrance, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, a silent testament to the turmoil raging within her. She struggled to maintain her composure, her anguish etched into every line of her face as she watched the scene unfold before her.
Beside Olivia, Rick's father stood with a heavy heart, his gaze filled with a mixture of concern and helplessness. He longed to reach out and comfort Olivia, to offer her solace in her time of need, but the sight of his son standing in front of him made sure he couldn't take a step forward.
Meanwhile, the old matriarch approached Emily's bedside with a sense of solemn purpose, her movements deliberate and focused. With a gentle touch, she placed her palm against Emily's forehead, the warmth of her fevered skin barely managing to feel it. Experience more tales on novelbuddy
Despite being a Vampire herself and cold body compared to normal human beings, Emily felt like a dead body to the Old Matriarch as well.
With a strange expression contorting her features, the old matriarch withdrew her hand from Emily's forehead, her movements deliberate and unsettling. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
Without hesitation, she brought her teeth close to her skin and bit down with a force that seemed out of place in the quiet room. The sound of breaking skin filled the air, followed by a trickle of blood that flowed forth, staining her pale, wrinkled hand with a dark crimson hue.
The sight was jarring, sending a shiver down the spine of those who witnessed it, yet the old matriarch remained resolute, her gaze unwavering as if she were untouched by the pain. Rick's father, witnessing the bizarre spectacle, couldn't contain his shock.
"What in the world are you doing?" he blurted out, his voice trembling with disbelief.
But his question fell on deaf ears as the old matriarch ignored him completely, her focus solely on her task at hand. Frustrated by her indifference, Rick's father turned to his son, seeking an explanation.
"Rick, what's happening? What's she doing?" he demanded, his voice laced with urgency and confusion.
"Shsssh, just let her do her thing," Rick replied calmly, his attention fixed on the unfolding scene before him.
"Rick?" It was Olivia who spoke this time, she had stopped crying and was looking at the Old Lady in horror, "Rick, what... what's happening?" she whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched the old matriarch's strange actions.
"Don't worry, Olivia," Rick reassured, his hand gently squeezing her shoulder in a comforting gesture. "This old Vamp... I mean, grandma, is no ordinary being. She's got tricks up her sleeve that'll have our Emily back on her feet in no time."
For Rick, the scene unfolding before him was both mesmerizing and unsettling, a show of the extraordinary powers that the Old Vampire had in her. He wanted to know more about the BloodThrone family. They can come in handy.
As Rick watched with a mixture of awe and apprehension, his eyes glued to the spectacle before him. On the other hand, with an eerie calmness, the old lady allowed the blood to trickle down Emily's throat through her mouth, casting a hushed tension over the room. Rick held his breath, his gaze fixed on Emily's still form, waiting anxiously for any sign of change.
And then it happened.
"BEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The sudden, sharp beep of the ventilator pierced the air, jolting everyone in the room out of their reverie. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the room with a sense of urgency and alarm.
Rick's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the monitor, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear and hope battled for dominance as he exchanged a tense glance with the old lady, silently hoping for answers. But the old matriarch remained stoic, her expression unreadable amidst the chaos.
The tension in the room thickened with each passing moment, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of apprehension. The steady pulse rate on the monitor remained unchanged, but the rise and fall of Emily's chest had ceased, leaving an eerie stillness in its wake. It was as if the thin thread tethering her to the realm of the living had been abruptly severed.
Rick stood by Emily's bedside, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he watched with growing amazement. Suddenly, Emily's chest began to rise and fall once more, each breath a miraculous testament to the power at play.
Beside him, Olivia's voice trembled with fear and desperation as she turned to Rick for answers. Tears streaked down her cheeks, her emotions laid bare for all to see. "Rick, what's happening to Emily?" she pleaded, her voice cracking with raw emotion.
"Why isn't she moving?" Olivia's question hung in the air, the weight of her concern pressing down on everyone present.
Despite Olivia's outburst, the old matriarch remained seated, her demeanor calm and collected amidst the chaos. Rick could sense the tension building in the room, and he exchanged a worried glance with Olivia, his own heart heavy with concern.
Frustrated by the old matriarch's silence, Olivia's yelled, her voice rose with a mixture of anger and desperation, "What have you done to my daughter?" she demanded, her words echoing off the walls as she directed her fury at the enigmatic figure before her.
"Tell me... Tell me what have you done to my daughter..."
"Please tell me."
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