Chapitre 224: The Stag

"Someone from the Cinneide entrusted this sword to a reanimated human?" The old man sheathed the sword again. "Who do you serve, little thing? That way I may see if you are worthy of such a treasure all vampires want to possess."

Elijah didn't answer. He just glared at the old man, forcing his way out of the reinforced binds. "Give. The sword. Back. Or else I will kill you and your master."

At the failing negotiations, Keagan spoke again. "The sword used to be his lover's. He's not going to bargain with you about it. He doesn't care if that's a world treasure. It's entrusted to him."

The old man looked down at the zombie before getting off him. He placed the sword on the ground next to the zombie. Elijah wriggled in his spot to slither, soon getting the sword under him. He then protected it as if it was a child. Instead of thanking anyone, he just kept his gaze on the ground, planning for his escape from the binds.