Chapter 177

  Lucas' POV

  I threw the fucking warlock on the floor as soon as I got into my tent.

  "Master, please..." He was begging like a fucking dog on the floor.

  I took off my shredded clothes and pulled up his hair, forcing him to look at the rope in my hand.

  "What the fuck is this?!"

  "Master, it's a rope..." He whispered.

  I slapped him and roared, "I know it's a fucking rope! You fucking imbecile! Do you recognize it?!"

  "I don't... Master..." He answered in a trembling voice. Blood kept coming out of his mouth.

  "You don't know it?!" I lashed him with the rope. "Are you telling me that you don't know anything about it?!"

  His body distorted in pain and curled up.

  "Master... It's a sailor's knot. It's from the sea... Maybe the druids..." he whispered.

  I stepped on his fucking shoulder and said, "Someone tried to kill me with this fucking rope tonight! So you do know something about it, don't you?"