Chapter: 984
"Look at you, you soiled my clothes." Azalea patted the blood stains on her clothes in disgust before pulling out her sword forcefully. Following the sound of a sharp whistle, blood gushed from Astrid’s chest, and her body went limp. She collapsed to the ground as life drained from her.
"Azalea, what are you doing?" The group of masked women was shocked to see Astrid fall. They never imagined that they would end up turning against each other.
"You shall fall too." Azalea opened up her palm and blew lightly at the masked women, creating a crimson mist that enveloped everyone present. Soon, the unsuspecting group of people, including Dahlia, fell unconscious to the ground.
They had set up various foolproof measures to deal with Dustin. However, they had failed to anticipate and have their guard up against the presence of a traitor.
"A-Azalea, you crazy woman. I can’t believe you betrayed us. The Dark Lord will never forgive you! "With her last breath, Astrid lifted her finger with difficulty, her expression filled with resentment.
"You don’t need to worry about that, Astrid. Just go peacefully." Azalea bent down and stabbed her once more, relaxing only after she was certain Astrid was dead.
After that, Azalea turned to face Dustin and smiled as she asked, "What do you think? Are you satisfied, doctor?"
"I don’t understand. What do you mean by this?" Dustin frowned slightly, her actions coming off as strange.
"You said to kill Astrid earlier, so I helped you to do so. Is there a problem?" Azalea tilted her head in confusion.
Dustin could feel his eye twitching, and he added, "But she’s your senior from the same guild."
"What about it? Isn’t it normal for members of the same guild to kill each other in the martial world?" Azalea said it like it was a natural occurrence.
"You’re truly insane." Dustin shook his head. He could tell that the woman in front of him was not mentally stable.
"Doctor, not only did I betray my guild for you, but I also killed my senior. You’re so mean for calling me that." Azalea pouted with a bitter expression.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" Dustin questioned her.
"Don’t overthink it. I just want to be friends with you, nothing more," Azalea said with a grin.
"I don’t think I can afford to be your friend. There might come a day where you’d thrust a knife into my back," Dustin responded bluntly.
"Hey, I can’t bear to do that. Besides, if anyone is thrusting anything, it’d be you." She smiled charmingly.
The corners of Dustin’s mouth twitched upon hearing her words. Did this woman just make a dirty joke?
"If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving." Unwilling to stay any longer, Dustin prepared to leave and. picked up the unconscious Dahlia.
"Hold on." Azalea suddenly took out a small vial and passed it to Dustin.
"This is the antidote for Tranqurin. You should take it. Otherwise, you’ll have serious long-term effects."
"There’s no need. I wasn’t poisoned." Dustin shook his head.