Chapter 233: Chapter 227: The Lord’s Daughter?

Inside was a modern laboratory, a stark contrast to the world outside.

Several researchers in protective suits were bustling about.

Upon seeing Aurora Sinclair, they immediately had her carried over to a device that resembled a space capsule.

A button was pressed somewhere, and the sound of rushing water came from within the capsule as the glass lid on top slowly opened.

The men carrying Aurora Sinclair were about to throw her into the capsule.

Alvin Morgan’s expression darkened. He strode forward to stop them, but a man blocked his path.

The man explained, “The Lady’s body is extremely weak after an outburst. She urgently needs nutritional replenishment. This is a Nutrition Repair Chamber.”

Unconvinced, Alvin Morgan swiftly drew a gun and pressed it against the man.

The man raised his hands, a smile on his face. “You must have started following the Lady recently, haven’t you? This is a very routine procedure. Any other internal or external injuries are treated after this is finished. If you don’t believe me, you can come and see for yourself.”

The man stepped aside, letting Alvin Morgan approach.

The Nutrition Repair Chamber was filled with a yellow liquid, and Aurora Sinclair’s body was submerged within it.

The faint, clean scent of medicine wafted from it.

“This yellow liquid is a medicinal solution. It replenishes the Lady’s depleted energy.”

Inside the nutrition chamber.

Aurora Sinclair realized the yellow liquid was very similar to Apothecary Warner’s medicinal baths. Both served to relieve physical fatigue and replenish energy, but this solution wasn’t as potent as his.

She immediately began to circulate the “Power” within her, using it in conjunction with the medicine to mend her extremely weak body.

「Two hours later」

The Nutrition Repair Chamber finally opened.

Aurora Sinclair opened her eyes to meet Alvin Morgan’s worried gaze.

“How do you feel?”

Aurora Sinclair nodded, pointed at the nutrition chamber, and lay back down.

Alvin Morgan instantly understood. He turned to the man and said in a hoarse voice, “The Lady says this liquid is helping her. Is there more?”

The man glanced at Aurora Sinclair’s silver hair and frowned. ’Logically, this dosage should have been enough for her to recover completely.’

Alvin Morgan continued, “This time, the Lady encountered the main force of The Black Wolves. She had to take the medicine twice.”

“Twice?”

The nearby researchers were all stunned. They rushed forward to examine Aurora Sinclair, then poured a fresh batch of the yellow solution into the chamber.

Two of the researchers, their faces alight with excitement, held up a datapad and began recording Aurora’s various physical readings.

Another two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Aurora Sinclair’s hair had darkened slightly.

The researchers continued to add large quantities of the nutritional solution.

’This Constitution is so similar to the Lord’s. If not for the difference in gender, we would’ve thought she *was* the Lord.’

The researchers called Alvin Morgan over again to ask for various details about the battle, which they recorded meticulously.

Finally, after Aurora Sinclair had soaked for two days and a night, her hair returned to its original black, and she was able to stand on her own two feet again.

During this time, the researchers drew two vials of her blood for study. They discovered that its composition was remarkably similar to the Lord’s.

However, her various readings were relatively stable, unlike his, which fluctuated wildly.

Upon hearing the conclusion, the man from The Eastern Highlands suddenly looked Aurora Sinclair up and down with excitement and asked for her date and place of birth.

Alvin Morgan relayed a time and place based on the intelligence he had. The man immediately dropped to his knees before Aurora Sinclair with a THUD.

His eyes filled with reverence and faith, he addressed her as “Goddess.”

The researchers’ interest in Aurora Sinclair intensified. They continued to run tests, but all her physical readings were normal.

While Aurora Sinclair was being examined, another Chameleon was brought into the lab.

He had completely degenerated into a mindless “beast.”

His hands and feet were bound with iron chains.

Veins bulged on his temples, neck, and arms. His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils a deep crimson. He had brown hair and his face was twisted in an extreme grimace, from which he would periodically let out beast-like roars.

Aurora Sinclair shuddered. ’Was I this grotesque when I lost control?’ she wondered.

She instinctively glanced at Alvin Morgan, only to meet his gaze, which was filled with endless gentleness and acceptance.

A warmth spread through her heart, a feeling like honey seeping into her very soul.

Whenever she lost control, just hearing his voice would cause this feeling to emerge, enveloping her heart as it grew cold.

***

The researchers, seemingly accustomed to such scenes, methodically produced a small vial of green liquid and injected it into the man’s body with a syrette.

Ten minutes later, the berserk man finally quieted down, and the unstable aura around him gradually subsided.

The researchers unfastened his chains and carried him into a Nutrition Repair Chamber.

Alvin Morgan walked over to one of the researchers, pointed at the green liquid, and asked, “What is that?”

The researcher generously handed him a vial. “This is the S Sedative. The Lord developed it. It’s very effective on those who go berserk.”

Alvin Morgan pocketed the vial and glanced at Aurora Sinclair.

After drawing two more vials of Aurora Sinclair’s blood, the researchers let them go.

The man from The Eastern Highlands immediately led Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan toward the Lord’s residence.

His name was Mas Black. He was from Crestland and was originally in charge of the lab’s security, but he came to admire the Eastern Highlands Lord’s strength and became one of his followers.

The Lord of The Eastern Highlands lived in a luxurious, small castle next to a beautiful cove on a small lake.

Beside the castle stood four small villas, reportedly the residences of the Lord’s four captains.

Mas Black’s status here was fairly high. The Eastern Highlanders they met along the way were very polite to him, respectfully addressing him as “Physician.”

“Garnier, go get the four captains! Tell them we’ve found the Lord’s daughter!”

Aurora Sinclair was stunned again. She stared blankly at Alvin Morgan, but he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Arthur, who was standing beside them, felt his heart leap into his throat and tightened his grip on the corner of Alvin Morgan’s shirt.

’The Lord’s daughter? This is getting ridiculous!’

In less than a few minutes, three men and one woman emerged from the four villas.

The woman was covered in bandages, which made Aurora Sinclair freeze for a moment.

’This is the Eastern Highlander I injured before,’ Aurora realized.

“Black, what kind of joke is this?”

“Exactly. The Lord has just gone missing, and you bring back some random person. What are you scheming?” A bald, one-eyed Eastern Highlander glared at Aurora Sinclair.

Mas Black frowned. “She has the same abilities as the Lord. We just came from the lab—her blood composition is similar to his, and she was born in the Merlin District of Masovia. The Lord and I went there once…”

“And what’s that supposed to prove? In The Eastern Highlands, we only recognize strength…” As he spoke, the “Power” emanating from the bald, one-eyed man surged, and he threw the first punch at Aurora Sinclair.

But Aurora Sinclair blocked it with her arms. She didn’t use her usual Fist Technique. Instead, she used a few moves from the Lowell Family Palm Technique she’d secretly learned, quickly ending the exchange by sending him flying back five or six meters.

Aurora Sinclair coughed twice.

Mas Black’s expression changed, and he stepped in front of Aurora Sinclair. “She was just injured by members of The Black Wolves,” he said, displeased.

Before he could finish, the lone woman among them sneered. “The Black Wolves? How did she get injured?”

“They encountered the main force of The Black Wolves while they were out searching for the Lord.”

“Is that so?”

The female captain suddenly lunged at Aurora Sinclair, but just as the dagger reached her eyes, she caught it between two fingers.

With a SNAP, the tip of the dagger broke off.

A silver light flashed, and a lock of the female captain’s hair was shorn off.

Everyone was horrified, their faces paling in shock.

Seeing this, the remaining two men attacked as well, but she sent them flying back with a single palm strike each.

Mas Black was stunned to see how high Aurora Sinclair’s Combat Power was, but his shock quickly turned to secret delight.

’The Lord is missing, and although these four have sent people to look for him, he hasn’t been found after all this time. I suspect they’ve grown ambitious and aren’t truly searching for him.’

’Therefore, whether this girl is the Lord’s daughter or not, I must *make* her the Lord’s daughter. It’s the only way to keep these four in check until the Lord returns.’

He clapped his hands and said with a smile, “The Eastern Highlands recognizes strength. It seems she’s the winner…”

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