The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 751

Sylvia's POV:

Murray paused, causing the crystal ball in his hand to stop spinning. "Are you telling the truth?" "Of course I am. If you still think I'm lying, you can cast a curse on me that from now on every pack of Ramen I buy will come with no flavor packets."

Murray was rendered speechless and went silent for a while.

Eventually, he put the crystal ball back in its proper place.

"Since you said you got the bug by accident, I want you to tell me exactly how you got it."

I fought the urge to groan in exasperation when I heard him say that. He was such a cunning old man! I could tell that he was still testing me. One wrong word and I would be doomed.

I cleared my throat and sat on the chair as I said, "A long time ago..."

"Cut to the chase," he impatiently interrupted. "My time is valuable."

He dragged a chair over and fixated his gaze on me as he sat across from where I was sitting.

I gulped. "I'm actually an orphan. I'm a hybrid black witch—the lowest existence among black witches. That's why I had been abandoned ever since I was born."

Murray snorted. "You black witches have always been so heartless. There is only a small population of black witches, but they're still so obsessed with pure blood. All of you will become extinct one day if you let your pride consume you." "Maybe it's because they believe purer blood means purer power?" I asked in an audible whisper.

"What the hell are you talking about? Why do you need the power anyway? I mean, what else can you black witches do except curse others?" Murray retorted. He was unconvinced. He probably thought his magic was invincible and that people who would dare challenge him were simply having a death wish.

"You're right," I simply replied. I didn't know what to say at that point, so I had no choice but to agree with him. I complimented him on his excellent magic and told him that he was the future hope of the wizard world.

Murray grimaced in disgust. "Quit the smooth talk. Just tell me what happened."

I took a deep breath and dejectedly looked down. "I think you can guess what happened after that. Being a hybrid has never been easy. I wanted to learn witchcraft for black witches, but no one was willing to teach me. Because of that, I couldn't live with the black witches anymore, so I left. That was when I met my mate—a powerful, rich man from the royal family. He's a good man. He was willing to pay a lot of money just to let me learn witchcraft. He even bought me ancient books at a high price, but those books were written in the language used by witches and wizards, so I couldn't understand a word. I just left those books in the shelf, and I haven't touched them since."