Awakening The Warlord: My Genius Wife

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Thorn Verge fortress, where pale green bioluminescent fungi clung to the d

woman said without looking back, her voice dripping with the

he defensive runes carved into the ironwood walls had gone

rough his chest and both legs," Eleanor said, halting before a heavy, iron-banded timber door. "The High Cleri

cold as frost, refusing to give her

er waist, and jammed it roughly into the lock. The timber door swung open with a grating screech. A

d thick black cloths were nailed over every window to block the light. On a wide stone bed in

stone bowl from her sleeve and shoving them toward me. "The High Lord is comatose, so hand over that fourth-tier outcast band the

h before the week was out. Ignoring her filthy blade, I drew the crude, fourth-tier cold-iron ring from my pouch and set it beside the bowl.

my hand inside my sleeve, using a whisper of my Old Blood to seal the p

p Adrien's limp left hand. In the faint green glow, I saw a dimmed Platinum Ring resting on h

face blood, smearing half across the dull iron of my outcast band and t

inum metal barely flickered with a dull, dying red spark before going complete

worthy of waking a high-tier ring," Eleanor mocked openly, sliding the crude iron ring onto m

ld-and-silver Old Blood touch that platinum band, its primor

mpty bowl aside and turning toward the exit. "The public vault is short on Silver

hold, slammed the heavy door shut, and turned the ex

ck us in!" Tessa stomped her foot and

said, walking to the stone bed

ure, ugly black veins of cold-iron corrosion crawled across the right half of his face. Leaning closer, I s

rough wound gaped over his ribs, the surrounding flesh blackened, necrotic, and radiating a lethal chill. Pressing two f

both the purifying Old Blood and modern trauma surgery. Taking a de

owing fungi to the bedside," I ordered crisply. "Tonight