Chapter 20
Author: Precious Onyinye
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

Spar:

My mouth twitched as I watched Hank, the leader of the armed men, fill Nikita and my cup with red wine. Nikita asked him to grab us a bottle of wine from the cellar and serve us. I was surprised when he complied albeit reluctantly.

According to Nikita, this was what usually happens to most people that come for her. Since she was so valued, she would use them to clean up the house and have them do chores around for some days before sending them back empty handed.

No wonder she was so notorious.

“I need a weapon,” I began, “one that is good enough to fight a shambler. Can you make me one?”

“That will be quite difficult, these things must be extremely powerful.” Nikita sighed. She took a sip of her wine, the redness seems to match her lips.

“Yes, normal weapons usually don't work on them, only weapons forged with cores gotten from them can deal real damage.”

“Then how do you plan on fighting them?” I looked at Hank and he immediately scowled, “it's not like I believe your nonsense
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